Page 10 of Hold my Reins

Rox pushed up onto his elbows, his eyes dark with desire, looking debauched and disheveled and delicious. “Yeah, but I’d rather you be in me.”

“You want me to use the condom?”

Rox’s cheeks reddened. “If we don’t need to, then I’d rather not.”

Lynck rolled to his hooves, leaning in to lick Rox’s belly and the tip of his dick, unable to resist taking a taste.

“Really, I’ll come if you keep touching me like that,” he pleaded.

More pre-cum spilled out. As tempting as it was to keep going, Lynck agreed it would be better to be buried in Rox when he came. He ran his hand up his shaft and around the flared head as Rox tracked every movement.

Rox grabbed his thighs, holding himself open.

Lynck didn’t need the invitation to be spoken. He pressed his cock against Rox’s hole and waited for the lube and pressure towork their magic. Rox bit his lower lip and groaned as Lynck slid in.

He knew his cock wasn’t the easiest thing for humans. It was too blunt for there to be anything gradual. So he paused, not wanting to rush. Though he had before.

He wasn’t used to men wanting to face him and kiss him and ask what he wanted.

And he liked it.

Rox gave a small nod. “Slow.”

“Yeah.” He rolled his hips, almost pulling out before sinking a little deeper.

Rox made a noise, and his back arched. His dick jerked, and cum spilled over his stomach, catching in the mesh of the shirt. His ass tightened as each thrust forced another trickle of cum out. He wasn’t watching anymore. His eyes were closed, lips parted in desire.

Lynck leaned over and kissed him as he thrust in, completely embraced by the heat of Rox’s body. Rox’s legs wrapped around Lynck’s hips, and his fingers gripped his biceps, nails pressing into his skin the way he wanted. The bed squeaked with each thrust, and Rox made little noises of pleasure. His balls drew up, and he let go, fucking as he filled him, loving the slick slide and not wanting it to be over.

The grip on his arms gentled, his fingers smoothing over the hair.

“That was…um…” Rox groaned again as if words were too hard to find.

“Good?” Lynck rubbed his nose against Rox’s. He wanted it to have been good. He wanted more.

“Uh-huh.”

His dick was softening, and he wanted to clean up before it retracted. He pulled away with a last kiss. “I’ll grab a washcloth.”

“I’m…oh.” His tone changed as he realized that a condom might have been the tidier option.

“You’ll need it.” Lynck glanced over his shoulder. Humans never expected to be so flooded.

Rox twisted his head around to look at him, eyebrows pulled together. “How much cum?”

Lynck shrugged. It was more than what humans made, but he wasn’t human.

The bathroom was tiny, but he washed his dick and took a wet cloth out for Rox. Half the time, he didn’t bother because it was clear they didn’t want anything more than a fuck. Rox lifted his hand, but Lynck didn’t hand over the cloth. No, he wanted to see his cum leaking out of Rox’s ass. He wasn’t disappointed. He gently wiped his hole, then his belly, but there was nothing he could do about the mess on the shirt.

He didn’t regret asking him to keep it on, either. “You’re going to have to wash your shirt.”

Rox ran his hand over the shirt. “Yeah. I’m more worried about my legs working.”

Lynck took the cloth back to the bathroom and returned. Rox still hadn’t moved. “Did I break you?”

He hadn’t meant to hurt him.

Rox smiled and beckoned him closer. “Only in the best ways.”

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