King lay there waiting for Linc to come back with his cock hard and leaking onto his hairy belly. It seemed as if he’d waited forever until Linc padded back into the room. His cheeks were pink as he held a flesh colored dildo in his hands. He opened the drawer and pulled out the lube.

“Lie down with your head at the foot of the bed, put one leg over me so I can watch you get that inside your tight ass.”

“King.”

“Do as I say. Do you like some pain, baby.”

“Yes.”

“Show me,” he ordered. He felt like a bastard, turned on by his man’s embarrassment, but he didn’t care. He wanted it all.

He held his breath as Linc positioned himself like he wanted Linc too. His fuzzy cheeks spread, he brought his hand to Linc’s hole and teased the coarse curls. The muscles jumped under his fingertips. Linc’s hands shook as the man spread lube onto his toy. Linc placed the blunt head and nudged, then Linc’s hips were lifting and pushing himself onto the toy. A shuddered breath from Linc nearly had him coming when the head of the fake cock pushed inside.

He loved every inch of Linc, the curve of his belly, and the softness of his thighs. He wrapped his hand around the base of the cock that Linc was shallowly fucking into his ass. Linc’s skin was already sweaty, and his cheeks flushed. He pushed and slammed the entire length into Linc’s ass. The man’s body bowed upward. He fucked his man hard and fast, listened to his pleas for mercy, but he didn’t feel remorse or gentleness. He remembered the taste of Linc, the heat of Linc’s abused cheeks, and the way the man humped the table wanting to get off.

That’s what he wanted, Linc to lose his mind, no longer be held by steely control. He needed Linc to be mindless and in that moment, no other. There wasn’t a time before this. No time they weren’t together. His cock jerked and continued to leak as his man writhed on the bed. Meeting each brutal slam of the dildo. King only pushed and pulled harder as he took in the swollen and red rim that was taking a pounding. Linc begged for more, pleaded for harder.

“Tell me you want me to make it hurt.”

“Make it hurt, please, fuck, King—”

Linc grabbed his legs behind his knees and pulled them to his chest. He’d never seen anything as beautiful.

“You want my cock, baby.”

“Yes.” Linc’s answer was barely a hiss.

He roughly jerked the toy out, quickly sheathed his cock, and then Linc was on him. Desperate and shaking, and then his man was sliding down his dick. Strangling the fucking shaft. He cursed his broken leg because he wanted to push Linc to his back and fuck the man, make him scream and cry. Taste the tears on his cheeks. He wanted that—craved it.

“Ride me hard and fast. You can take it.”

He pinched at Linc’s hard nipples as the man bounced up and down. Linc’s thighs were straining, and his hard, dripping dick was leaving wetness on both their bellies.

Stroking his hands down until he could wrap his hands around Linc’s sides, his fingers digging into the softness. He loved it.

Linc’s uninhibitedness was sexy as fuck. His head thrown back, his back arched, and the man rode him with abandon. Linc’s skin was slick under his palms. He tightened his stomach muscles and curled upward to wrap his arms around Linc, and a strong embrace encircled his neck. Strong fingers sank into his damp hair, and he controlled Linc’s movements. The man’s ass was tight around his cock, and he pulled and pushed on and off his dick. His face was buried against Linc’s throat, and Linc’s chin rested on the top of his head.

“Fuck, that’s s’good, baby, squeeze for me,” he ordered, and Linc did as he asked.

They both grunted, and he didn’t know how long he could last, so he forced a hand between their bodies and took Linc’s cock in his hand. He jacked it in time with Linc taking his length. On every lift of Linc’s body, the man tightened his ass nearly making him fucking come, but not until his man did. He’d waited too fucking long for this. He wanted everything his man could give him.

His free hand smoothed down Linc’s back until his fingers bracketed his dick. The next downward movement, he pushed three fingers inside alongside his shaft.

“Like that, boy?” he asked.

“Uh huh.” The words broke on a dirty little whimper until a scream broke the symphony of their grunts and moans while seed coated his hand and their bellies.

That’s all it took, the sounds of his man getting off, the vice-like tightness around his fingers and dick, and he emptied into the condom. Then he collapsed back on the bed with Linc sprawled across his chest.

“I think you broke me,” Linc’s husky whisper fanned his sweaty chest.

He chuckled and eased from Linc’s body. The man flinched, and he kissed Linc’s shoulder, then the man’s bearded cheek.

“In an hour, you’ll be ready for round two.”

“I’m going to go get something to clean us up. I’ll be right back.”

He felt a little smug as Linc struggled to get up and his legs seemed a bit wobbly. As Linc left the room, he closed his eyes and rubbed his hand through the come on his stomach. He was a sweaty mess, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d ever felt that relaxed.

His eyes popped open as Linc removed the condom and then gently cleaned him up. Even if his leg wasn’t broken, he wouldn’t have wanted to move. He studied Linc’s face, the handsome features and the small crinkles at the corners of his eyes. He’d never seen a man he thought was more gorgeous than Linc was to him. He loved everything about him, the soft curve of his belly and the thick mat of hair that covered him from collarbones to waist. Loved the silver threading through it. The man took his fucking breath away from the minute he’d met him, and nothing had changed in the ten years that followed.

“Get in bed with me,” he ordered he stretched his arm out and waited for Linc to take the spot beside him.

He held his breath until Linc was curled up to his side. That isn’t something he’d done with anyone else. Linc was the only man he’d ever envisioned spending the night with and he wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass by. He was secretly terrified that after the passion and lust faded, when the afterglow was gone, that Linc might panic and run from him.

No way could he handle that, so he tucked Linc tight against him and turned his head to brush a featherlight caress to Linc’s forehead.

“Go to sleep, baby, I want to hold you while I sleep.”

He smiled as he let his eyes drift closed and enjoyed the moment, inhaled the musk of Linc’s scent. A perfect mix of man, sweat, and sex. Whatever happened in the morning, that right there, would be burned into his brain because it was his man. Tomorrow would take care of itself.