Page 50 of Now Comes the Dark

Roman eased back and forth, gentle to begin with, noting every reaction from the man beneath him. Mallon pushed his hands forward, above his head. He linked his fingers and sighed. Roman wondered how much he enjoyed it, and how much was a surrender for his benefit after the friction between them. He fucked him long and slow, knowing how exquisite the sensation of a hard cock grazing the sensitive inner lining of his arse could be, gauging where Mallon’s prostate lay and ensuring a smooth contact with each inward stroke. Mallon squirmed and widened his legs.

Roman gently nibbled at his shoulder, the base of his neck, and watched as goosebumps rippled across his flesh. Soon hefucked longer and deeper, increasing the pace, confident in Mallon’s ability to take it. Mallon grunted with each thrust.

“It this okay?” Roman asked, pushing onto his hands to increase the leverage of his hips.

“Fuck me. Come inside me.”

Mallon’s words inflamed him. Roman dug his knees into the bed and went harder, faster. Their bodies came together. With every thrust, Mallon pushed his hips backwards, wanting him deeper. The sensations intensified as their emotions strengthened. When Roman couldn’t stand the pressure any longer, he increased his pace to a jackrabbit thrust and came. His cock swelled, feeling bigger than ever in the tight confines of Mallon’s arse, and the spasms seemed to run through his entire body.

Roman sagged, breathing heavily in Mallon’s ear. “Oh my God.Oh my God.”

Mallon murmured appreciatively.

“Are you all right?” Roman asked, his heart pounding against Mallon’s back.

“Mmm,” Mallon wriggled his hips. “But I think you can take it out now.”

Roman laughed, withdrawing with care. “Not for you?”

Mallon relaxed. “It…will take some getting used to. I told you, it’s been years.”

“I appreciate the effort,” Roman said, rising from the bed. He grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped his sticky cock.

“It’s a good beginning, no? With practice, I can bottom as well as you.”

Roman laughed. He pulled on his robe and went to the bathroom to take care of the tissues. His good mood was spoiled within seconds when he heard Ashley and Patrick arguing in the living room.

“I want to watch that,” Ashley said, sounding annoyingly passive and whiny.

“Enough of this shit. I’m not watching your fucking soaps all night.” There was no humour in Patrick’s tone, only anger.

“Give me that back.”

“Stop sounding like a cunt.”

Mallon was sitting up on the bed when Roman returned. He had put his underpants and checked shirt back on. Roman couldn’t blame him. It was cold in the flat now that the heat of passion had died, and he kept the robe on, sitting beside him.

“What’s this?” Mallon asked, tipping his heads towards the wall.

“Ashley and Patrick. Charming, aren’t they?”

“What are they arguing about?”

“Nothing much. Patrick doesn’t need an excuse. He could start an argument in an empty room.”

“Asshole.”

Roman patted his thigh. “You haven’t even met him, and you’ve nailed it in one.”

They shuffled closer, their legs touching. “How long have you lived here?” Mallon asked.

“It will be getting on for two years, I imagine. I like it here. It’s well positioned for the city, and Ashley is a great flatmate when he isn’t hooked up with awful boyfriends. We’ve had an occasional bit of abuse from some of the local kids but nothing we can’t handle. Homophobia is on the rise all over Blyham. This area is no worse than anywhere else.”

“You shouldn’t have to put up with it.”

“I know. But it’s a fact of life. We’re still a long way from acceptance.”

“Stop acting like a prissy fucking bitch.” Patrick’s voice boomed through the wall.

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