It wasn’t until he reached down to stroke Paul, wanting to savor the feeling of that thick, hard cock against his palm, that Danny pulled away. He frowned down at the cock in his hand. Then he lifted his gaze curiously.
Paul’s cheeks colored and he looked away rather than meet his eyes as he whispered, “I came too.”
Danny sucked in a sharp breath, staring at Paul in shock. He would have thought it was impossible for him to get hard that quickly after such a mind-blowing orgasm, but he was wrong. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”
Paul’s laugh was muffled against Danny’s lips as he kissed him harshly, biting at his bottom lip. When Paul opened to him, Danny’s tongue forced entrance, drinking in the taste of sex and Paul once more.
Paul was hesitant for only a second before he touched back. His hands ran over Danny’s back and through his hair, his tongue finally venturing into his mouth. There was a wild desperation to get closer, as if the floodgates had opened and Paul was as weak to the stunning hunger as Danny.
He was heedless of the tile leaving deep, painful impressions in his knees because Danny found heaven on the floor of that shower. He could have kneeled there with his best friend forever, loving a man who usually flinched away from even the most casual of kind touches.
How could Danny have thought anything about this was less than fiercely beautiful?
It was finally Paul who broke the seductive trance to turn around, falling to his hands and knees, blinding Danny with a fresh wave of ravenous hunger. The blowjob forgotten, all gentleness was obliterated when Danny saw the opportunity to actually fuck Paul. This was what he really craved, making Paul his in a way no one else, not even Eve, could. It didn’t enter his mind that Paul may need something a bit gentler than the harshness of being fucked on his hands and knees beneath a shower spray that was going from scalding to lukewarm.
They both gasped when Danny draped himself over Paul’s strong back, licking at the nape of his neck. Paul’s head hung low in a show of submissiveness that made lust claw at Danny’s insides, blocking out all thought but having him. Danny’s wild desire was mirrored by Paul’s, whose cock was as rock hard as his, making him wish the two of them could be young forever.
He never fucked without a condom that always had a little lube to pave the way in emergencies like this, but the two of them were industrious in their franticness. Paul grabbed a bottle of conditioner from the corner of the shower and handed it to him.
Fighting for clarity, Danny whispered, “This’ll burn like a motherfucker.”
“Awesome,” Paul panted, leaning low, resting his forehead on his folded arms as his entire body shook in anticipation. “Hurt me, Danny Boy. I feel like I’m going fucking crazy. Own me, hurt me, fuck me. Please!”
That worked for Danny. He sliced the pad of his thump on the cap of the conditioner bottle in his desperation to get it open. Barely noticing, he poured it into his hand, knowing from that moment forward the scent of cheap coconut conditioner was going to smell like sex to him. Danny’s head rolled back as he stroked himself several times before the siren call of Paul had him falling forward. His brain was scorched with the memory of Paul’s back cut up and bleeding, rivers of crimson rolling down his sides as Danny gripped his shoulder and guided himself into him.
That first hot feel of Paul as his cock slid past the ring of muscle had Danny groaning out loud. It was everything he had ever wanted, every guilty fantasy since he first started jerking off. Now it was right here kneeling in front of him. Danny pulled up to watch his cock sliding in, seeing Paul’s ass stretch to accommodate the girth of it. The image was magnificent and it made him desperate to see Paul take all of him. His hips thrust forward, his grip on Paul’s shoulder tightening as he became greedy, jerking Paul to him in a hard, primitive display of desire.
“Holy shit!” Paul gasped, his entire body tensing when Danny took him with one unforgiving thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
“I’m sorry,” Danny choked, panicking when a sliver of clarity found its way through the raging pleasure. Danny was practically dry fucking him without preparation. Paul had never been with a man before, and Danny knew he was supposed to go slow, to make the pleasure burn for a long time before they got to this part. The fucking should have been gentle to block the shock of being invaded so intimately. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Paul growled, his voice low and hoarse with pleasure, easily dragging Danny down to a dark place with him. “Fuck me, do it hard, make it hurt. Please.”
If he hadn’t been out of his mind, Danny might have been insulted Paul was enjoying the pain of being brutally fucked rather than the connection of the two of them coming together for the first time. As it was, Danny gathered enough of his senses to have a little finesse. He used his grip on Paul’s shoulder to pull him back once more, moving his hips slowly this time, searching for the right angle to hit his sweet spot. He knew when he hit it, feeling the electric pulse of pleasure sweep through Paul’s body.