That certainly wasn’t what Rueben had expected. “Really?” A grin curved his lips even as he realized it sounded like they still had quite a number of things to discuss.
Then, Lamar tightened around him. “Yeah. Please, fuck me.”
Rueben groaned. “You ask so prettily,” he whispered, pinching the base of his cock to keep from coming. Everything else—explanations, confessions, even plans for the future—could wait. He needed to feel his dick in the tight gripping heat of Lamar’s body.
After pouring a generous portion of the lube onto his fingers, Rueben used the rest on his cock. He tossed the packet aside, then rested his palm on Lamar’s back. Sliding that hand over the knobs of Lamar’s spine, Rueben slowly withdrew his fingers and worked them back in.
Two fingers quickly became three. Lamar rocked against them, rising his ass to meet each thrust. Seeing his lover ready, Rueben eased his fingers free. Lamar whimpered, lifting his hips, trying to follow his touch.
Rueben rested his hands on Lamar’s hips, stilling him. “Easy, sweet,” he crooned. “I’ll take good care of you.”
Lamar nodded, trust filling his eyes as he peered at Rueben over his shoulder.
The sight filled Rueben’s chest with warmth, flooding him with pride and…love. Geez, how can that be? I hardly know him! Lamar’s whimper drew him from his thoughts. He’d worry about it later. Now, he’d please his lover.
Rueben lined up his shaft, bumping his unsheathed cock head against Lamar’s stretched opening. He’d never taken someone raw, and hesitated just a second at the implications. Then, Rueben realized, it was already too late. He was in this to the end, no matter what.
That realization should have scared Rueben. He’d experienced so much strangeness in so few days. Instead, all he felt was excitement, anticipation, as if a new chapter of his life was starting.
Pressing forward, Rueben sank his dick into his waiting lover. Warm constriction enveloped his shaft. He groaned at the exquisite pressure, the amazing sensation of heat and rippling muscle surrounding him. He didn’t stop until he was buried balls deep in the man underneath him.
“Lamar,” he groaned.
Rueben lay over Lamar’s back. He wrapped his arms around his lover’s torso and rested his forehead against the top of his spine. Shivering, Rueben rubbed his hands over Lamar’s chest lightly, feeling his firm pecks and the ridges of his abs.
Lamar shuddered under him. “Rueben,” he murmured. He arched his back, pressing against him more firmly. Clamping his ass muscles rhythmically, Lamar milked his cock.
Grunting as waves of pleasure coursed through him, Rueben could stay still no longer. “Lamar,” he groaned. He pulled his dick out halfway then slid it back in just as slowly. The ripple of his lover’s chute around his dick tested his willpower. It took everything in him not to begin rutting mindlessly, plunging into the sexy man’s sweet hole.
Rueben growled, low in his throat, the pleasure loosening his tongue. “Mine,” he snarled. “You’re mine. No one else will have you.”
“Yes, yours,” Lamar promised.
Grinning ferally at Lamar’s agreement, Rueben slowly began to increase the speed of his thrusts. His balls tightened. His skin prickled at the bliss of repeatedly sinking into Lamar with nothing between them.
With the strength of his arms, Rueben brought Lamar up to a kneeling position. He lowered a hand and gripped his lover’s cock in a tight hold. Lamar whimpered at his touch, and his dick flexed in his grip. As Rueben pushed forward again and again, the move sent Lamar’s dick through his fist, stripping his cock even as he claimed his ass.
Rueben adjusted the angle of his thrusts until Lamar jerked and cried out in his arms. Knowing it wasn’t from pain, Rueben grinned and nipped at the skin at the nape of Lamar’s neck. “Yeah, that’s it. Show me how much you like it. Shout your pleasure for all to hear.”
Lamar actually did as instructed. He actually screamed, which sounded a lot like a bird’s melodious twitter. Rueben grinned at the unusual sounded that was—literally—music to his ears. Leaning back farther, he took Lamar’s weight against his chest. The twinge of his foot reminded him of his injury, but it wasn’t enough to stop his thrusting hips, or from clutching his lover against him, holding him close.
Balls drawing tight to his body, Rueben knew he was about to shoot. Sparks tingled up his spine, threading through his limbs. His own nipples beaded, pressing against Lamar’s back. Rueben swept his hand up Lamar’s sweat-slicked chest and flicked one of his distended nubs before giving it a quick tug.