“Fuck.” Paul groaned, shock tangling with the gravelly lust in his voice. “What the—” His body jerked violently when Danny slid into him again, hitting his prostate a second time. “Christ, Danny Boy, that feels fucking good.”
“Yeah, that’s the point, sweetheart,” Danny purred, leaning over him to lick his neck once more. “I want you to come again without touching yourself. Only the feel of my cock’s gonna get you off.”
“No problem,” Paul said with another low groan of pleasure. “Anything you want. I’ll do anything you want.”
Youth may have made their recovery time impressive, but their staying power left something to be desired when they were fucking like they were, hard and animalistic, with love and friendship blurring the lines of pleasure and pain.
Paul begged for it harder.
Danny gave it to him.
Low groans and the slap of skin against skin sounded over the thrum of water hitting tile. As the pleasure built, raging into something that humbled both of them, it made them more frenzied and desperate for release. When Paul tensed, Danny followed him into a black oblivion as if they were designed to be partners. They came with shouts of ecstasy, neither of them quiet or reserved. The pleasure was too all-consuming to even attempt a dignified climax.
The crash was hard, jerking Danny from a fantastically euphoric thrill of bliss to the cold reality of icy water beating against his back and tiles carving their impressions so deeply into his knees he wouldn’t be surprised if they were bleeding.
“Am I heavy?” Danny whispered softly, stroking the soft hairs on the nape of Paul’s neck as he lay sprawled over him, forcing Paul to bear most of his weight. “I can get off.”
“Can you?” Paul chuckled, his breath still raspy.
“Mmm,” Danny hummed, placing a tender kiss against Paul’s shoulder, feeling as if his chest may burst from the love he felt for him. “Looking at you gets me off.” He ran his hand over Paul’s stomach, loving the deep ridges of his abdominal muscles. “Touching you gets me off.”
“You wanna get off in bed?”
“Yeah,” Danny agreed, not even having to think before he answered. “Let’s do that.”
Chapter Four
The fishing lantern Danny used as lighting in his barren room cast a strange glow that Paul found erotic. The breeze hitting the leaves in the trees outside sounded like distant whispers. It was quiet and oddly peaceful, as if the two of them were the only people left in the universe.
Paul was so high on sex and pain he was freed completely from fears of how deeply this one night was going to affect the rest of his life. All he knew was that Danny looked amazing wearing orange shadows and he tasted even better. His worship of him was shameless, his desire to please him all-encompassing. Paul needed to hear Danny’s strangled gasps of pleasure like he needed air.
“God,” Danny moaned, his head lolling to the side on his pillow, his fingers tightening in Paul’s hair.
Paul trailed kisses down Danny’s chest and then lapped at one small, dark nipple, feeling a pulse of unrestrained desire run straight to his cock when Danny gasped, his hips jerking.
“Again. Do it again,” Danny panted, wrapping his other arm around Paul and pulling him tightly against him. Danny’s hips thrust up, his hard cock sliding against Paul’s stomach when Paul sucked on the other nipple. “Mmm, so good. So fucking good, Paul Guy.”
Paul lifted his head, looking at Danny through heavy eyelids. “Tell me what you like,” he begged, hoping Danny heard his sincerity. “I wanna make you happy.”
“I am happy.” Danny pulled Paul up until they were face-to-face. His fingers traced the lines of Paul’s lips as he studied him. His eyes were glassy, the lantern making it look like flames were dancing in the dark orbs. “I love…” Danny paused, hesitance showing on his handsome face before he finished lamely, “this.”
Leaning up, Danny kissed him with a harsh hunger that left Paul breathless. He’d never been kissed like that before, as if Danny really did own him. It made him hot in every way possible and Paul couldn’t help but grind against him, needing more than he was getting.
“Can we do it again?” Paul asked frantically, aching for the incredible high of Danny fucking him, truly possessing him in a way no woman could. He felt as if he’d fallen into submissive heaven. “I trust you,” he whispered, his eyes wide as he looked down at Danny and realized what a truly amazing gift he was. This was his best friend owning him. Paul could put his life in his hands and know it was safe. “I trust you completely.”