Kyle’s body melts against mine, limbs wrapped half in and half out of the hotel bed sheet. The crisp white of the linen contrasts with the dark tones of his skin, tanned from working outside for the competition.

As we touch, he inhales sharply, his breath catching at the razor-sharp ache that takes a hold of our groins. The musky smell of his sweat fills my airways as I breathe him in, licking down the crease of his neck and tasting his saltiness.

He exposes his throat as he cranes back his head, allowing me to nibble up his collarbone. The morning light catches the sheen coating his skin as his body temperature rises to match my own, and I release a slow, lazy sigh for the pure joy of being together as one.

Kicking the covers off the bed, I run my hands over his nakedness. Starting under his arms, I trail down his side as he rests on the other. My fingers caress the firm muscle of his chest, the dip between his pecs, and then I allow them to linger by the trail that leads down to the treasure throbbing against my stomach.

His skin prickles as my fingers enjoy the way he twitches under my touch, tracing the dip of his waist as he leans on the other. I use the pad of my index finger to draw around the outline of his bone, one way and then the next, before tracing down the line of his V and then back up.

“Oh, Elliott, you tease.” His voice is gruff, the words rasping from the back of his throat as he moves to stroke his fingers over me.

I take that hand in mine and guide it above his head, clasp hold of his wrist with my spare hand. His jaw clenches, but he doesn’t resist as I roll him onto his back and lock down both of his as I open the packet of lube I’ve taken out of my wallet, slicking it along both our pulsing cocks.

And then as I slip my legs between Kyle’s and pin his hips in place, I begin to move.

I rock backwards and forwards, sending slow cries of ecstasy around our craving nerves. Kyle’s ankles wrap around my butt, pulling me in toward him, closer and harder, but he allows me to continue to pin his arms under the pillow as he becomes increasingly rough, hungrily demanding more from my touch.

As we grind our hips together, I pull his mouth open with my thumb, hold it there and bend sucking his lip between mine. His stubble scrapes over my soft skin, and something about that scratch frees the animal inside me. My sucking turns to nipping, to biting, and then I sink my mouth against his, owning him as our teeth collide, tongues delving to the back of the other’s throat with a desperate need to be as one, to be as close as is humanly possible to the other.

His hands break free so that he’s grasping at my butt, pulling me down against him so our naked bodies are completely sealed. He leaves them there, increases his pressure, trails a finger down the dark slit until he finds my begging hole and slides that finger around the entrance. My hips buck and weave without any chance of me stopping. My head is about to explode; hell, I’m about to explode.

He feels the same way. His eyes are scrunched closed, and he’s grunting harshly, forcing his hips up off the bed and driving against me.

“I’m close,” I pant.

“Keep going, don’t stop,” He rasps, but before he’s spit the words out his pleasure has dissolved between us, allowing me to let go as my vision splinters and shock waves grab a hold of my balls, rippling through my body, snatching at my breath until I explode in a heady mixture of love.