Page 225 of Wrath

He’s giving me this funny evil eye face, so when a tear falls from his face down onto mine, it hits me like a kick in the gut.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

I roll us onto our sides and wrap him with my arms and legs, and hold him tight while he wipes at his eyes. I can feel his chest jerk like he’s crying.

“I’m not mad,” he says, all choked and teary. “I’m sad this happened to us. And I’m sad it’s all because we’re gay.” His voice is a soft, bitter rasp. “Why does no one fucking value us?”

I rub my hand over his back. “Who doesn’t value you, my Miller?”

I don’t know who goes for whom first, but we end up kissing, our mouths salty from his tears. Between fast, hard, urgent kisses, I whisper things I think might make him feel good.

“Such a king…”

“I love you…”

“Gay is the way…”

That makes him laugh.

“I don’t know how you’re so strong,” he whispers, as we both pant between going at it.

I kiss him again, nice and deep, my dick throbbing in my pants. “I’m not. Just doing my best impression.”

I choke out a laugh. Then we’re rolling all over the bed, kissing the shit out of each other again.

“You’re gorgeous,” he pants.

“You are. You’re my prince with freckles.”

“Are you sleeping beauty then?” Mills whispers.

“I was till I found you.”

We end up back on our sides facing each other, rubbing our dicks together. We’re both thrusting our hips and panting, trying to kiss and also jerk off with two dicks and four unsteady hands. At one point, I laugh, but then Mills catches our cockheads in his hand. He rubs his palm over the tips of them, then squeezes as his other hand rubs our shafts together. I cup his balls, and he starts panting pretty loud.

“Look at that fat cock,” I rasp. “I wanna see you blow, baby.”

I’m about to come, but I don’t wanna go before him. We’re both groaning as we try to work the both of us.

“Fuck,” he moans.

I grab his cock, thumbing the groove under the flanged head. I stroke that spot, andMiller’s hips jerk.

“Fuck my hand, Mills. Lemme feel you come.” My other hand pushes his balls aside and prods the warm, soft spot where I want to put a finger. I’m teasing him there as he grabs my balls.

“Look at me,” he groans.

I look at him.

“Wanna see your face.”

I lean over close to kiss him. His body shudders as our lips brush, and his cock spurts warmth all over me. I use it as lube, slathering it all over my shaft. Miller bites my throat, and it’s my turn to get messy.

Once my heart rate returns to normal, Miller kisses my cheek. I kiss his mouth again. “That was so good.”

“You want to get a shower?” he whispers.

“Let’s do it.” I’m tired as fuck, but I don’t want to waste a moment with him. He looks sleepy in the bathroom light, too.

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