Page 20 of Agony

Justice caught his mouth in a fiery kiss and Fisher fought the grip at his hands and bit at the man’s lips, needing to touch his engorged cock before he lost his mind.

Justice withdrew almost all the way from his ass and then shoved in with a low, dark chuckle. Fisher bit the man’s lips, drawing blood. Justice pulled his head back and licked the crimson from his bottom lip. With a sexy as all fuck smile, the man released his grip and slipped from him before sitting back on his heels.

“No!” That wasn’t what he wanted at all.

Damn it!

A sound ripped from his throat when he was lifted and brought upright to straddle Justice’s lap, facing the man. Lifted upward, he was lowered and gravity sent that thick, long cock back inside his ass.

Oh, fuck yeah!

His legs were wrapped around Justice’s hips with those wide hands cupping each ass cheek. When his dick rubbed against the man’s eight-pack abs, Fisher moaned. Needing more, he reached down and yanked at his swollen cock.

Justice seemed to realize he was done waiting and with a power that Fisher admitted he craved, he was fucked until he forgot to breathe.

Only this time, he didn’t mind the lack of oxygen at all.

And when Justice emptied his balls into his ass, Fisher let himself go and spurted all over the man’s abs.

Justice felt the bed dip and swiveled his head to watch Fisher slip out of the bed and head to the restroom.

When the shower went on, Justice followed and eased the door open. Fisher stood waiting for the water to warm.

“Need some company?”

With a quick suck of air, Fisher snatched a towel from the wrack and held it up in front of him like a shield.

The whole shielding of his body was surreal.

He’d just gotten done exploring every inch of Fisher’s form in bed, so the shy act took him by surprise.

“No. I don’t want company.”

“Are you sure?” He kept his voice low and soothing. Fisher’s fingers tightened on the towel.

The man had that panther look again, not sure whether to let the human pet him or bite his fucking hand off.

Justice swept his eyes down the towel. He knew what lay beneath. He’d explored all of the scars that littered the slender man’s frame.

Blinking at him with wide eyes, Justice felt his cock go from zero to rock hard in seconds and being naked, he couldn’t hide that fact from Fisher. He took a step closer and Fisher stepped back.

The last thing he wanted was to crowd Fisher, so he smiled and ran one knuckle over the man’s cheek.

Fuck.

With all that long, black hair, creamy skin, and blue eyes, Fisher was a fucking vision.

It took every ounce of willpower Justice had to get the hell out of there.

Sometime after Fisher took a shower and dressed, the man quietly slipped out of his house without a word.

And Justice was left gazing at the closed front door wondering what the hell had happened.

Had it been the nightmare?

Fisher changed into his dark attire when he got to his apartment, pulled on dark gloves, and tucked a mask into his back pocket before pulling on his custom holster.

Sliding on his weapons—two short swords and his gun, he shrugged on a light black jacket that would cover the hardware.

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