He was sure he wouldn’t feel used in any way. It didn’t matter anymore who did the fucking as long as they would get to have sex. Red Jack sat on the bed and pulled Loki with him to the pastel blue throw covering the bedding. They both did all they could to never stop kissing.
Loki touched him firmly, unlike anyone before. His fingers dipped deep and pulled on Red Jack’s skin in the sweetest way. His breath danced around Red Jack’s tongue as he spoke without pulling back, “How do you want it?”
“I…” His voice died in Red Jack’s throat. He was always the one to push forward, act, and now he was to decide how to be fucked? How the hell was he supposed to know what the best way was? People had their preferences but only when they already knew how it felt. “Not too soft?” He supposed that was what he wanted. So maybe he was an ass-virgin, but he was also a guy, Red Jack of the Nails, and he wasn’t about to get fucked like a lady.
Loki smiled and pulled on Red Jack’s lip with his teeth as his hand snaked back to Red Jack’s ass, spreading out with one finger teasing the crack. “Don’t wanna hurt you. I know that it can be really bad. And I want you to like it, not just bear with it until you adjust.” Loki moved the tip of his nose over Red Jack’s and then nipped on it. “I’m gonna fuck you gently at first.”
Red Jack swallowed, but couldn’t even blink, floating somewhere between panic and diamond-hard arousal. “Okay, I guess you know what you’re doing.” He gave Loki one more kiss and turned to his stomach. The vulnerability of this position made his toes curl, even more so when Loki’s hand climbed up his spine, all the way to the nape. “I liked it when you kissed me all over.”
“Me too,” whispered Loki, pressing his mouth to the sensitive spot between Red Jack’s shoulder blades and hugging him. “Every inch of you felt like it was all mine.”
“Because it is. I’m yours the way you are mine.” Red Jack said into the throw, unsure if he would be able to say it to Loki’s face. His heart throbbed with the power of the emotions bubbling up inside him.
“Mm, and I don’t want to hurt my property, so you better tell me if something’s not right, understood?” asked Loki in a firmer voice that sounded almost commanding.
“Yeah, I’m not into no Fifty Shades shit.” Red Jack tried to make it all a joke, but even he could hear it fell flat. He took a deep breath and arched his back against Loki.
Loki chuckled and kissed the side of his neck. “That’s what I wanna hear,” he said, pulling away and reaching out to the nightstand. His cock was hard and bobbed slightly as he moved, opening the drawers. He grinned, looking at yet another pink bottle, and rolled back to the middle of the bed.
“Just please don’t tell me it’s some vanilla-strawberry lube” Red Jack groaned, but he actually felt more relaxed than he thought he would. It had to be Loki’s presence. The sex wouldn’t be some crazy struggle for power with a stranger. It would be with the person who mattered most to Red Jack, and who knew all too well how it felt to be vulnerable.
Loki brushed a lazy circle over Red Jack’s ass. “It’s white chocolate raspberry.”
Red Jack let out a raspy laugh and pushed his forehead against the throw. Of course it was. “Go on then,” he said and arched his ass up. Sometimes, he wondered whether Loki found him as attractive as he did Loki, because if that was the case, they’d never get enough of each other. And the confidence Loki was displaying now was pulling on strings Red Jack never knew existed in him.
He stiffened when Loki kissed the side of his buttock, but raw pleasure hummed through Red Jack’s veins when one of those slim hands pushed between his spread thighs and teased his cock. “I don’t want to freak you out, babe, but that’s one amazing ass,” said Loki from his place behind Red Jack.
Red Jack bit back a smile. “It must be if you put it on your bucket list.” He tensed the muscles of his ass for Loki, enjoying the gentle touch that trailed down his cock, and then Loki’s fingertips massaging his balls. When the slick digits finally delved into the cleft of Red Jack’s ass, the pang of unexpected excitement was so strong it felt like his stomach was melting with heat, all nerve endings around Red Jack’s anus exploding with sensation.
He couldn’t help stirring his hips against the bed. The touch was all that mattered, and right now, he remembered why he’d risked fucking on the side of the road. The pull was too strong. He felt like a pit bull on a leash, and no matter how much he struggled, the spiky studs of arousal bit into his flesh and made him stay put right where Loki wanted him.