Page 5 of The Company We Keep

If Dust hadn’t already been flush with desire for the other man, watching Carrow undress a foot away from him would’ve been enough. Finally, he joined Dust on the bed, taking him by the hip and moving him, flipping him to his belly with an ease that made the younger man groan.

Carrow wasn’t going to bother with foreplay. The entire goddamnheisthad been foreplay as far as Dust was concerned.

Carrow produced a bottle of lube from one of the fully-stocked bedside consoles, not bothering with a condom. (They’d been cleared by The Company’s in-house medical staff months ago, a formality meant just for moments like these when neither man was in his right mind or patient enough to find a condom.) While he planted hot kisses up and down Dust’s spine, he slipped a hand down, pressing a finger into him slowly.

It was perfect and in no time Dust wanted more, arching back against him, urging him to continue — wanting to feelCarrowand not just his hand, to be consumed by the other man, to gain that full satisfaction that he’d craved since the first blast of the evening. It wouldn’t be enough for Dust until Carrow was taking him, fucking him hard, until they were both groaning with want and then release.

Carrow hurried, responding to Dust as he rutted back against the other man’s hand. Even in his rush, he’d make sure Dust was properly prepared to take him. He wouldn’t hurtDust — not even if it was what he wanted. It simply wasn’t in him.

His first digit was met with a second and, after a few moments, a third. Carrow worked into him steadily as he kissed the skin at the back of Dust’s neck.

“Please,” Dust said quietly, his voice cracked open with want. “I’m ready.”

Carrow hummed into Dust’s neck as he pulled back, taking him by the hips and grinding his body against him, teasing him and reminding him of the type of physical power the older man had, always there but usually half-forgotten underneath his bespoke suits, the silk ties.

Dust wanted it rough and knew that Carrow would give it to him. Sweet, slow nights were better suited to cap off long days of planning or idle days lounging in between jobs. With a score like that night’s, neither man was going to be satisfied by anything but this.

Finally, Carrow took mercy and stopped his teasing, lining up and slowly pressing his thick length into Dust. The sensation of Carrow’s cock sinking in was like air in his lungs, flooding his senses simultaneously with relief and want. He was pliant and ready, eager to move under Carrow, to work his hips. Carrow steadied him, though, as he always did in the beginning, catching Dust by the hips and refusing to let him rock back until Carrow was sure he wouldn’t be uncomfortable or hurt.

It didn’t take long. A few slow strokes of Carrow’s full length and they were both lost to it, Carrow’s gravelly moans joining Dust’s more desperate, throaty noises.

“God, you’re perfect,” Carrow said, leaning down, his words tickling the sensitive shell of Dust’s ear. He hummed at the combination of fullness and praise.

As Carrow’s rocking was met with less resistance and Dust rolled his hips back to meet every thrust, they finallybegan to gain the speed both men were seeking. Their bodies worked together and Carrow set a steadier pace, Dust moaning openly in time with their rhythm.

Their bodies met with an obscene sound, the big bed steady beneath them, Carrow issuing a strangled “fuck, Dust,” and finally relinquishing control, no longer holding back as he clamped his hands harder on Dust’s hips and fucked hard into the body beneath his.

Carrow laid the full length of his cock into Dust in even strokes punctuated by their bodies coming together, his fingertips curling tight — and, Dust thought, probably leaving marks that would be faintly visible tomorrow on his tanned skin.

They were both helpless against the want, fully relaxed and rocking against each other in a pace that went syncopated when Carrow leaned low and wrapped a slicked hand around Dust’s aching cock. He had been bouncing and straining against nothing, but at the added stimulation he was torn between rutting back against Carrow’s hips or fucking forward into his palm.

Carrow stopped for just a moment, hitching Dust’s hip up with his free hand where he’d begun to slide down towards the mattress. It put Dust’s hips higher than before, and from the first stroke Dust felt a flush of new, deeper pleasure, realizing that the slight change in position had Carrow’s cockhead pressing hard into his prostate at the bottom of every thrust. He whined desperately and pushed back, shuddering with pleasure at the new sensation, knowing he’d be leaking precum as Carrow fucked him and worked an adept hand around him.

At each squeeze around his needy hard-on, at each stroke of the nerves inside him, Dust’s moans became louder until he was babbling Carrow’s first name like a mantra:Ansel, Ansel, Ansel.

“It’s so good,” he said, once he could find it in himself to form sentences again. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Come for me, then,” Carrow said, not missing a beat and stroking into him with the full force of his hips. “Come on. I’ve got you.”

He squeezed harder around Dust’s cock, twisting his fist over the sensitive, slicked head.

The combination of it all was too much: the feeling of Carrow fucking into him, the reality of the heist at their backs, the ever-present understanding that the most powerful and feared man in Las Abras wantedhim,Dust Wrenshall, above all others, above everything else — all of it came together in that moment as Dust issued a broken noise at the crescendo of orgasm that peaked with Carrow working his cock against Dust’s prostate.

A rich pleasure unfurled, starting in his groin and moving outwards until it felt like every cell in his body was vibrating. The feeling was something akin to the adrenaline high of the night, but richer, more profound, buzzing into every muscle as Carrow wrung the pleasure from him, as Dust ruined the expensive comforter beneath them and let out a cracked moan.

Carrow’s own orgasm crashed quickly behind, and the man kept stroking and twisting around him even as his hips stuttered, as his cock throbbed into Dust, filling him with the man’s hot release as he began to whimper helplessly at the overstimulation of the hand on his spent hard-on, the thick member that continued to press into his prostate. The moment and the crackle of pleasure rolling through their bodies seemed to stretch out impossibly, time going funny and warped as they appreciated the conclusion of their evening.

Their legs both trembling, Carrow took him around thewaist, pulling him back and to his side without pulling out of him. They both fell heavily to the bed.

Carrow dragged him closer, pressing the length of his body against Dust’s back and tangling their legs together, sneaking kisses into the skin at the base of his neck, behind his ears, across his shoulders.

The relief of the release was profound and full and Dust felt sleep pulling immediately at his consciousness, as if he were already drowsing with one foot in the dream world and one here in reality. A strong impulse welled up in him, making his chest tight even as his mind drifted.

“I love you,” he said softly, not sure if Carrow was even still awake.

The arm around his waist squeezed tighter.

“I loveyou, Dust. So much it scares me.”

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