Page 64 of The Company We Keep

After all the teasing, Dust wasted no time: discarding the toy, grabbing the lube, and straddling Carrow’s hips. Finally, mercy.

Carrow wanted to reach up to trace the shapes that Dust’s body made in the dim light between kisses and friction and breaths. But as he strained against the soft ribbons, Dust reached back and between them, fingertips ghosting finally against Carrow’s cock, slicking him, moving him, and finally guiding him, pressing him against Dust.

Dust shifted his weight, his grip going tighter around the base of Carrow’s cock — and then, the man who had been the center of his world since June, his employee, his roommate, his friend, and the one person he’d come to want to please above all others, was sitting back, lowering himself impossibly slow onto Carrow’s cock. The tight, hot heat made him almost dizzy after wanting for so long, made him throb, made him make a noise he barely recognized.

Dust let out a low, hissed “ffffuck” as he sat back until his ass was flush with Carrow’s thighs, and Carrow could hear his breathing change yet again.

Even after the toy, the prep, the show, even after Dust had lulled himself into a complete moment of zen-like relaxation, Carrow was almost too big to take without more prep. Dust had to will himself to relax around Carrow’s girth, sucking in a deep, quiet breath.

Frustrated and wanting, Carrow pushed the pace immediately, each movement feeling exaggerated by the sudden stimulation. Carrow pressed into his prostate without even trying, and despite the fact that Dust could barely catch his breath with the overwhelming sensation of Carrow buried in him, his own cock throbbed at the stimulation.

His body began to relax and accommodate the new demands, and Dust rocked his hips faster. Discomfort ebbed quickly, and all Dust was left with was pleasure as he peered into the older man’s face, watching his reactions, watching Carrow watch him. His arms strained uselessly against the binding, and he looked impossibly good like that: strung out, needy, pupils blown wide with lust.

Putting on a show had turned him on more than he thought it would, embarrassment ebbing and then erased when the toy was finally inside him, stretching him. He’d been close even just riding the simulation there on the foot of the bed — and the real thing was much better, Carrow bucking up into him, working his hips to meet Dust’s long strokes.

Carrow moaned and fucked him like it was their last day on earth: deeply, thoroughly, and not letting a millimeter of his cock go unstroked as he bucked desperately up. As much as he’d enjoyed the teasing and the power, there was a different kind of satisfaction in being fucked evenly and enthusiastically. But Dust hadn’t expected Carrow to last so long after forcing edging on the man, wouldn’t have been shocked if Carrow had only lasted a few strokes.

He was too close already, and so he placed a hand down on Carrow’s torso, forcing the man to sit still and taking over.

Dust’s movementswere unhurried and unstrained, like themovements of an athlete or a dancer. He seemed to know just where to put his hands, pressing palms down against Carrow’s chest one moment and then bringing his hands up behind his head the next. With his hands laced behind his head, every inch of him was visible in the dim light moving on top of Carrow there on the bed: the efficient muscles working under tanned and perfect skin as his hips rolled against Carrow, the hard-on that dipped and ghosted against Carrow’s belly.

Dust rode him slow, and because Carrow couldn’t satisfy the urge to drag a hand up the man’s torso, he found himself drinking the sight of him in.

He was incredible: mouth ruddy and fallen open as he moaned, eyes alternately going wide to gaze down at Carrow and squeezing shut as he rode each wave of pleasure. His hair — gone a little longer than when they’d met and shaggy in between trims — fell across his forehead in a way that suddenly made him seem younger. The thought came out of nowhere, then: that if someone laid a hand on Dust, Carrow would burn down all of Las Abras to find the motherfucker — and an unexpected affection surged along with the orgasm building deep in his belly.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Carrow breathed out, moving again. Dust let him move, riding his bucking, smiling down now, beaming at Carrow with teeth bared for a moment before it was too much and his mouth fell open around another moan.

He’d expectedCarrow to come fast, but as Dust wrapped a hand around his own needy cock, he realized thathe’dbe the one reaching orgasm with surprising speed. His breath went funny from the first stroke, his muscles tensing around Carrow.

Dust’s entire world went electric with the beginning of his orgasm, his breath hitching and shaky as he began to come.

Dust had extractedevery molecule of pleasure from him that could be had without orgasm. Carrow had been on the edge of a cliff for so long and been denied so much that he almost wasn’t sure which muscles he needed to relax, which gate he needed to unbar in his mind to finally allow a release.

But as soon as he felt the hot pulse on his belly, Carrow’s mind and body began to unlock. After Dust was spent, he ground back onto Carrow’s hips, huffing with exertion and moaning again. Maybe he sensed the difficulty in that moment, the fact that wires somewhere had gotten crossed.

He took Carrow by the hips, urging him to move, to fuck up off the bed into him in the way that he’d been denied before. Carrow was happy to comply, claiming him greedily, straining at his bindings.

“Are you gonna come for me boss? Keep giving me that big cock — “

Carrow groaned — there it was. His orgasm started to kick loose somewhere in his body, sparked by the dirty talk.

“I need you to come in my ass, Ansel,” he continued, breathing hard. “I know it’s gonna feel so good to fill me up all the way after all that — ”

The pleasure of an orgasm like Carrow had never known began the process of unfurling itself into his muscles. What he felt was beyond a release, the sensation seizing him from top to bottom, burning a brand of stimulation from the inside of his body outwards.

“Holy hell,” Carrow said.

“Fuck yes — just like that. Fuck me, boss — ”

Time stretched out in front of him, the edges of his worldgoing dark and far away. Carrow knew very little beyond the immediate reality of Dust bobbing above him, felt like he wasn’t controlling his body anymore as electricity fired between his muscles in a way that didn’t make sense, as his perception of pleasure — so heightened for so long — seemed to distort and amplify even further — his entire existence reduced to the deep contentment that settled then into his chest while the nerves of his body shattered into bliss.

He was only tangentially aware of the sound he made, strangled and choked, as he came into Dust, still unable to grab and stroke that body above him, barely hearing himself form Dust’s name over and over but knowing that he was doing it nonetheless.

It was undeniably the most incredible orgasm of Carrow’s entire life.

He came out of it slowly, emerging like he’d lost a chunk of time and piecing details together like an amnesiac. His hands were still bound and his body ached from the strange posture. Dust slid forward gently, disengaging and reaching over Carrow, untying him and then bringing his arms down slowly, kissing his wrists.

“I didn’t knowyou had a show like that in you,” Carrow said, holding him close.

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