Page 43 of Sugar

Juno’s fingers curled into the comforter instead. “I want you to come inside me.”

Piper’s breath left his lungs in a rush. He bowed his head forward and controlled his breathing. He knew the medication would help him if he came early. He’d be able to get hard again for the next couple of hours. It didn’t need to end if he let go now.

But he wanted what Juno did. He wanted to feel himself spill deep inside this man because Juno felt like home, and Piper wasn’t sure he’d ever had that before. He crawled toward him carefully, gasping when he met Juno’s warm skin, and he pressed a palm to Juno’s sternum, easing him back.

“Like this,” Piper said, half a request, half a command.

Juno nodded. He spread his legs, making room for Piper between them, and he arched into the kiss Piper laid on his lips.

Feeling around for the little bottle, Piper found it without pulling away, and he popped the lid open. It was cool on his fingers—slick and heavy—so he rubbed it until it warmed. He pulled back, watching Juno’s face as his hand slipped down between them. He brushed a touch over Juno’s cock and balls, then circled his hole, which twitched at the slightest pressure.

“Start with two,” Juno begged. “I like it that way. I like to feel it.”

Piper did as he was asked. Juno was tight, but not impossibly so. He relaxed with each breath, taking Piper’s fingers in deeper and deeper. His legs spread a little wider, and the second Piper touched his prostate, Juno’s thighs clamped around him.

“Ohhh fuck.”

Piper closed his eyes and willed himself not to come. He was shaking with the effort, harder than he’d ever been in his life. His head was spinning from lack of blood, all of it pooling in his cock, and he knew he had to be inside him now, or it would all be over.

“Please,” he murmured.

Juno’s eyes opened. “Don’t ask. Just take.”

That went against Piper’s nature, but he saw the raw, naked want on Juno’s face, and he didn’t hesitate for another second. He removed his fingers, pushing Juno’s knee up toward his chest, and he pressed himself against Juno’s hole. It was looser now and slick. He rubbed his cock with the rest of the lube, trying not to think about how good it felt, and then he gave a single thrust.

There was only a moment of resistance, and then he was inside. His hips fell against Juno’s, pushing him as deep as he could go, and Juno’s ass took him like it was made for it. Piper shuddered and groaned, unable to move. His orgasm was sitting at the base of his spine. He wasn’t going to be able to hold off.

“I c-can’t,” he managed. His whole body was shaking now. “I need…”

“Yes,” Juno whispered. “Do it. Please, baby.” He arched into him, pressing their chests together, squeezing his ass around Piper’s dick.

He was losing it. Fuck. Fuck.

His hips shifted forward, and he felt heat under his skin begin to rise. It started in his groin, racing through his limbs, pooling in his cheeks. He was actually dizzy now, and his breath felt a little tight. It was ecstasy, and it was panic.

He was afraid. And he needed to come.

“Let go,” Juno whispered. While Piper sat frozen, Juno took over. He moved his hips, sliding Piper’s cock in and out, squeezing him and releasing. “Come for me, baby. Come inside me.”

Piper had absolutely no choice. Something snapped inside him. He began to fuck Juno in earnest, deep, heavy thrusts, sending the bed crashing against the wall. He only lasted a handful of moments, and then everything went dark. Sparks had alighted behind his eyelids. He could see them like fractals dancing through the haze.

The feeling was powerful—more powerful than he’d ever experienced before. He couldn’t catch his breath, but he couldn’t stop going. He was shaking hard, unable to hold himself up, and he collapsed to the side, taking Juno with him.

He caught a glimpse of his lover’s terrified face, but before he could say anything, the world went dark.

It felt like a day had passed when Piper came to, but he could tell it had only been moments. Juno was still hovering over him like he had no idea what to do, and Piper felt something pressing against his neck.

Juno’s fingers.

He was taking Piper’s pulse.

“I’m not having a heart attack,” Piper told him.

Juno pulled back with a scowl, then smacked him on the arm. “I thought you were fucking dying!”

In spite of the fact that he was still trembling, Piper burst into laughter and grabbed Juno, spinning him until he was pinned beneath him. He felt both weak and invigorated—the strangest juxtaposition. He pressed all his weight onto his elbows and looked down at Juno’s face.

“I’m not dying. For the first time in a long time, I think I’m living.”

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