Page 12 of Agony

When he finally committed, he gave his everything.

Fisher sat on the bed and then used his arms to slide his naked body back on the mattress and Justice leaned over, hands on the bed, and gazed into the man’s eyes. The feeling was surreal as their hard cocks leaked between them.

Fisher’s hands stroked fingers across his forehead, smoothing out his frown. When Fisher ground upward and send his hard cock thrusting against his abs, Justice clenched his teeth to keep some semblance of control.

“There you go, thinking too much,” Fisher whispered and squirmed until the man managed to roll them.

Justice’s back met the mattress and Fisher climbed over to straddle his lap, grinding his balls down on his cock. Justice found his eyes locked on Fisher’s gyrating hips. So fucking sexy his mouth went dry.

When Fisher reached down and gripped his cock hard, a sound left his throat. Fisher scooted back and dropped his head down. Before Justice could process, Fisher took him in his warm wet mouth to the root.

Fuck! Justice groaned and fisted the bedspread while Fisher devoured him. He could only take it so long and powerlifted to sit up. Fisher’s mouth popped off his dick with a sucking sound and the man licked at his glistening lips.

Justice growled and lifted Fisher. In seconds, he rolled them and put Fisher beneath him on the bed. The slender man’s grin was breathtaking and his hands were hungry as they slid up over his back and up his sides. Fisher wrapped his legs around his waist tightly and sent his cock grinding between them.

Leaning down, he caught Fisher’s lips in a slow aching kiss. Fisher opened for him and it gripped at his own need for control. Their tongues tangled together before Fisher nipped at him—teeth biting at his mouth, and Justice groaned.

Sliding his arms around Fisher, he rolled them so the man was above him.

When Fisher’s thighs settled on each side of his waist, his own cock turned to steel.

He wrapped Fisher’s dark hair around his fist and drew the man’s mouth down to his. Kissing those parted lips became more important than air. Sucking at the bottom lip, he delved inside again, tasting.

Releasing Fisher’s hair, he swept his hands down the man’s sides and laced both hands with Fisher’s.

“I don’t want to be up here,” Fisher breathed against his mouth and it took a moment for Justice to work out the man’s meaning.

Pushing upward, he rolled them again and settled his hips between Fisher’s splayed thighs. With the weight of his body, Justice pinned Fisher beneath him. He caught and drew the man’s arms up next to his head and held his hands flat to the bed.

Pulling his mouth from those tasty lips, he roamed down over Fisher’s chest, over his ribcage before making his way upward, ghosting over one nipple and then the other. He swirled his tongue around the hard nubs. Fisher’s back bowed and the sounds coming from the man’s throat sent Justice into heated overdrive.

He roamed his lips downward to Fisher’s leaking cock and swallowed the man down, causing Fisher to jerk upward.

Justice held the slighter man firmly, sliding his cock in until it lodged in the back of his throat.

Fisher’s hands twisted in his grip; his hands gyrated.

“Justice…”

The growl of his name accompanying Fisher’s writhing body had Justice growing lightheaded.

The cock in his mouth thickened and Fisher grew tense. Only then did he pull off. No way did he want Fisher shooting off this quickly. He rose above Fisher and caught those swollen lips. He devoured Fisher’s mouth with biting kisses.

Justice slipped a hand down one of Fisher’s knees and lifted it up. Popping the lube bottle open, he dumped enough out before he sent his fingers exploring between Fisher’s cheeks. The man gave him a frustrated moan when he pushed in one finger and then slipped it out.

Thank fuck they didn’t need condoms was his first thought when he aimed and nudged the tip of his cock at Fisher’s tight entrance. Halting for just a minute, Justice struggled for control.

Their gazes locked and held and Justice felt his heart ache. Fisher looked at him as if he was a hero.

He was no white knight, but he wanted to be for Fisher.

He pressed forward, inch by inch, watching the pleasure spread over Fisher’s beautiful face.

“Maaaaan,” Fisher breathed.

Justice waited for Fisher to adjust, but it was fucking torture.

Screw this. He slipped his arms around Fisher and rolled them.

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