Page 49 of Now Comes the Dark

“Everything. Don’t you realise how hard this is for me? In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not an emotional man—or rather, I’m not the kind of man who shows his emotions.”

“Mallon, I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, but my friend died on Sunday. I found his body. I can’t bottle that up and contain it. My emotions, my grief, need an outlet. I need to be with people who understand that, who can help me deal with it. If you can’t handle emotions, that’s fine, I understand, but you’re no good for me right now. It sounds like we both need to deal with our separate issues.”

“No,” Mallon yelled. “No. That’s not it. I don’t want to let you go.” He stepped closer to Roman. “I want you. I wantusto be together.”

Roman couldn’t control himself. He wrapped his hand around the back of Mallon’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. Suddenly they were overwhelmed by hunger for each other. They thrust against one another. Roman shoved his tongue into Mallon’s mouth—dominating, tasting, breathing him in. Mallon’s arms were around him, holding him like the world depended on it, like he never wanted to let go. Roman moaned against Mallon’s lips. All his anxiety, his stress, were forgotten for a moment. The kiss reset everything.

“I want you,” Mallon said, pulling apart. He unbuckled his belt, unfastened his jeans and turned around. He shoved his jeans to midthigh, then his white underpants, exposing the pale tan line of his arse.

“What are doing?” Roman gasped, breathless with passion.

“I want you to take me,” Mallon said, shuffling towards the bed. He leaned forward, presenting his fine arse. “Take my ass. I want you inside me. I want to be the same as you.”

Roman didn’t question it. The sight of Mallon bent over, exposed, giving up the one thing he had denied him until now was too great. Roman fell to his knees and feasted on the view. Mallon’s buttocks were high and pert, the skin several shades paler than the rest of his sun kissed body, lightly covered with silky, dark hair. He planted a hand on each cheek, feeling the muscle, firm but not hard. It was perfection. Roman parted his buttocks and shoved his face inside.

It was what he’d been dreaming of, the day Mallon gave up his arse. Roman devoured it with all his senses, savouring the heat, breathing in the musky scent, tasting the salt on his skin. He moaned and pressed his lips to his hot hole, delighted when he heard Mallon’s long sigh of pleasure. Roman teased him with the tip of his tongue, exploring the puckered lines and surfaces of his opening. Roman adored having his own arse eaten and knew exactly what felt good. In seconds, Mallon squirmed and pushed backwards, grinding his hips against Roman’s face.

“Yeeeessss,” Mallon hissed. “Take it. Take my ass.”

Roman attacked with increased vigour. He had wanted to explore this previously off-limits area of Mallon’s body for so long. He wanted to drive him crazy with desire, the way Mallon had always done with him. He licked and slurped, getting his tight hole juicy and wet, coaxing it into surrender with each sweep of his tongue.

“Fuck me,” Mallon demanded. “I want your cock inside me.”

Roman rocked on his haunches. He gave Mallon’s arse a gentle smack. “Take off your bottoms.”

Mallon did as he’d asked, kicking off his shoes and shucking off his jeans and underwear. Roman retrieved lube from his dresser while Mallon lay face down on the bed, his legs outstretched and parted. Roman hurriedly shed his own clothes until he was down to just his work shirt. He climbed onto the bed. Mallon’s beautiful, heart-shaped arse summoned him.

“Are you used to this?” he asked, coating his fingers in lube. He slipped his hand into Mallon’s crevice and ran the tip of his finger around his wet hole.

“It’s been a while,” Mallon admitted.

“How long?”

“Years.”

“I’ll go easy,” Roman said, slipping his finger into the opening. He exhaled as Mallon took him in an incredibly hot, tight grip.

“I just want you to fuck me. Do anything you want to.” Mallon pressed the side of his face against the bed and looked over his shoulder at Roman. “Do it.”

Roman squirted more lube into his palm and covered his cock from the head to the root, getting it fully slick. No matter how much Mallon begged, if he hadn’t been fucked in years, Roman would have to go easy on him. He nudged Mallon’s thighs wider and lay over him, taking his weight on one elbow and his knees. He guided his cock to the opening and pushed until he felt the ring of muscle give a little.

“Ready?”

Mallon nodded. “Yes.”

Roman lowered himself onto him and eased his cock inside. Mallon was so tight he didn’t think he was going to get far. He gave another, more insistent shove and something gave within him. Mallon gasped and stiffened beneath him.

“Okay?”

Mallon drew a series of quick breaths. “Keep going. Fill me.”

Roman slipped deeper and deeper, taking his time, attuned to Mallon’s body, watching his reactions. Finally, his hips pressed against Mallon’s buttocks. Roman shifted his weight, lying down on Mallon’s back. He wrapped his arm around his shoulder and rested his head in the crook of his neck. “Tell me when you are used to it.”

Mallon rubbed his head against Roman’s and gently wriggled his hips from side to side. “Just give me a minute,” he sighed. Then he let out a little laugh. “I feel like a virgin again. It must have been even longer than I thought.”

Roman kissed him on the cheek and savoured the intense feeling of being inside him. Roman was so used to getting fucked himself, he’d forgotten how pleasurable it was to be on top. Or had it ever been a pleasure until now? Most of the guys he had fucked had been immature, pussy boys. They had laid there, legs wide open, making no effort to connect while he’d fucked them. This was different. Taking Mallon’s arse was a life-changing experience for both of them.

“All right,” Mallon said, pressing his shoulders to the bed, giving it up. “I’m ready.”

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