Page 13 of Agony

His cock slipped out, but before he could reposition, Fisher now on top, reached and positioned his dick.

When the man sank down over him, taking his cock deep, Justice forgot to breathe.

Fisher wasn’t slow. He jammed down hard and fast. Leaning over him, that long dark hair fell around them, stroking his body, and Justice thought his head would explode. Both of them. Fisher caressed his chest and planted both palms on his pecs for leverage.

Grinding down, Fisher lifted up and then down, taking him to the hilt again.

“Fuuuuck,” Justice choked the word out and clenched both hands into Fisher’s ass cheeks.

The man leaned over and kissed him.

Their open mouths met and tongues fucked as fiercely as their bodies.

“Nnnnh,” he grunted against Fisher’s lips, chasing after another biting kiss.

Fisher didn’t slow down one bit, not even when Justice found himself thrusting his hips wildly upward. He gripped Fisher’s ass and slammed up again and then again, sending his dick deep. Fisher tore his mouth away and gasped against his neck, sucking where Justice was sure would leave a mark.

Small sounds of gulping air followed the man’s needy moans.

The sounds Fisher was making drew answering groans from him. No words were needed to understand the hunger and the desire to fucking come. His cock swelled and he groaned.

“Fisher…”

“Hmmm,” Fisher gasped against his neck, slamming his hips down, taking his cock deep.

Justice reached between them. He closed his hand around Fisher’s leaking cock and squeezed him hard. Fisher gasped and bucked. Justice brushed his thumb against the man’s wet tip and pressed the tip of his thumb into the slit before swirling his finger around.

Fisher growled into his mouth, pulled back, and yelled. Bucking wildly, Fisher shot ropes of white up his abs, one shot hit his chest.

Justice gritted his teeth, riding it out. When Fisher slumped forward, he pistoned up into the man’s ass, once and then twice. The room disappeared and he emptied his balls, fisting Fisher’s long dark hair, bringing the slender man’s lips to his as he rode out his orgasm.

“Fuuuuck,” Fisher moaned.

Justice groaned and lay unmoving until his cock stopped pulsing.

“Well, that was…,” Fisher said, sounding a bit breathless.

Justice chuckled. “Yes, it certainly was.”

They both settled into silence as if knowing that words might fuck this up. Justice was good with that, still riding the high, and he was sleepy as fuck.

“Rest, big guy,” Fisher breathed and nestled his head beneath his chin.

They fit perfectly.

“Not going to shower?” he murmured when Fisher’s breathing evened out.

“Nope.”

He folded his arms around Fisher, content to keep the man lying on top of him. Searching around for the sheet and comforter, he drew them up to cover them both from the cool air-conditioned room. A little bit of sweat and come wouldn’t hurt in the least.

Fisher lay still, but he wasn’t sleeping. His mind wouldn’t shut up enough for him to sleep.

In bed, Justice had been amazing. They’d met on an even playing field that Fisher hadn’t expected. As controlling as Justice was, he wasn’t like that in bed. The guy was possessive and that came through, but tonight had been incredible.

Justice hadn’t hesitated one moment as his scars were exposed. In fact, the man had gone out of his way to caress most of them.

His heartbeat picked up.

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