Page 74 of The Company We Keep

From the minute Carrow started touching him, he lost track of where he was in space and time. The man started with his hands and mouth, pulling Dust low before pressing wet kisses onto the pads of his ass.

Dust moaned around Carrow's cock in anticipation as the man spread him gently before painting hot stripes over his ass. Every bit of pleasure looped around as he concentrated on working Carrow, swallowing around him and taking him deeper into his throat now. Carrow dragged the wet muscle against his hole, his scruff scraping Dust's thighs, and it was all he could do not to push back against the man's face and abandon his work here at Carrow's groin.

Maybe Carrow could feel his desperation. The man didn't tease him for long, and after he was satisfied that Dust was relaxed and ready, he clicked open the bottle of lube and tested Dust's entrance with a fingertip. Dust was pliant and ready for more, taking the finger easily, moving his hips to let Carrow know he was ready for more and humming around his cock.

When Carrow pressed a second finger in, Dust felt like his mind and nerve endings were threatening to become unmoored, his whole life threatening to unravel between the sublime pleasure of being stretched by a confident hand andthe sensation of his throat relaxing and gliding over Carrow's hard-on.

It was so much to deal with all at once. The doubts and fears were gone. Dust was a vessel for pleasure, and he was entirely content with that role. Still — he wanted more.

"Please," he begged, pulling off of Carrow, his own body throbbing at the sound of his wrecked voice. He broke out of Carrow's grip to rut down, pressing himself against the cleft of the man's chest, dragging his cock that lay heavy with need between them as if to make a point. Carrow hummed and gave in, taking him again by the hips to guide him, keeping Dust on top but moving them so that they were face to face again.

"Is this what you want?" he asked, low. He had a hand on his own slicked cock, pressing himself against Dust's ass but not guiding in.

"Yeah," Dust huffed, not sure if the man was going to toy with him. Carrow rutted against him in response, teasing his head in just so before slipping out and over to lay a long stroke against him. "Please.Don't make me wait."

The second tease was probably meant to be playful, but it felt cruel to Dust as he throbbed for more, so eager to take Carrow that the absence felt almost painful. He whimpered as Carrow teased him with another stroke.

"Please,Ansel —"

Carrow moved for another stroke, maybe another tease, but Dust decided not to give him the opportunity. In one quick movement, he reached behind himself, clamping a hand over Carrow's hard-on, keeping him still as he thrust back, gasping as he finally took the man.

Carrow's breath caught with the shock of it and his hands moved to Dust's hips, trying to slow him, to keep him from hurting himself with too fast of a stretch. Goddamn it, the man knew him too well — knew that Dust would pushhimself too far, wouldn’t care about the pain as long as it meant he got his moment of satisfaction.

"Easy," Carrow cautioned as Dust's thighs shook. He was right, and taking him so far had been at the border of too much, but Dust wasn't about to stop. He let Carrow guide his hips in short ellipses, taking him deeper each time until he finally had Carrow's cock to the hilt, their bodies fitting together once again.

"I never thought we could be more than this," Carrow said as Dust rested their foreheads together, breathing through the final stretch, willing his body to relax. "I didn't think I had anything more than this to give you."

"And what do you think now?" Dust asked, unable to miss the way that Carrow avoided his eyes. He began to roll his hips, tentatively exploring what he was ready for and how much movement he could take. Carrow looked up, his expression almost desperate.

"I think you scare the hell out of me, Dust," he said. "I think you'll be my ruin."

Carrow didn't knowwhy he'd said it. Dust always laid him bare, made it feel not only impossible to lie but impossible to hold back the truth, to cloak himself in familiar silence.

Dust reared back, looked panicked at the statement, and started to work his body faster. He fell forward after a few heady strokes so that they were chest to chest, his hands fisted in the sheets on either side of Carrow's body.

"Easy," Carrow cautioned again. Dust didn't listen this time, his pace unchanged.

"I need it like this," Dust pleaded, his breath tickling the shell of Carrow's ear. "Please don't make me stop."

That want was back in his voice, that edge that made itimpossible for Carrow to deny him anything. Did he need to forget who they were? Did he want their coupling to erase, if just for a few minutes, the forces they faced?

He couldn't give Dust a happy future or a guarantee of anything. But he could give him what he wanted in that moment, at least. Dust gasped a breath as Carrow clamped his hands down harder with bruising force around his hips, matching the pace he set and slowly rocking his hips up off the bed to meet Dust's strokes.

If this was all they could be, so be it. And if they could be more, then he welcomed it. How long had it been since someone loved him in this way? Had it ever happened before Dust?

Carrow stopped holding back, letting his body take over. Dust responded from the first stroke, his moans going higher as Carrow took him harder.

Being filled, being held hard with those hands — it was almost enough to forget everything.

With each powerful movement of Carrow's hips, he wanted more. Dust sat back, resting his weight on his knees, looking down and savoring the expressions Carrow made as he took him. Carrow's eyes raked across his torso as they moved together, as Dust worked himself back onto Carrow's hard-on. There was no pain, then. Just want.

Carrow's hands went even tighter on him, slowing him, and for a moment Dust thought he must be close and didn't want to stop yet. But no — that wasn't it. Carrow held him still in the air so that he could fuck up into him at a faster pace, the obscene sound of it, the soothing rhythm making Dust groan.

He wanted Carrow to take him like this, to eraseeverything he felt until he was just a set of nerve endings. And so when Carrow moved to roll them over, when Dust's back hit the cool sheets and Carrow hitched his legs up easily, Dust didn't protest.

The sight of the older man above him was even better than the view from the top. Carrow's brow was furrowed as he worked his length into Dust, the muscles of his neck and shoulders more pronounced as he bent over Dust and held his weight up. What his body lacked in definition, it made up for in sheer size — and even the parts of Carrow that had gone soft with age and disuse seemed to be perfect as he rocked into Dust.

They caught each other for an urgent kiss, neither one knowing who had initiated it, and the union only broke when Dust realized that he'd drawn blood with his teeth. Carrow leaned back, smiling his mugshot grin, not slowing his rolling hips, but drawing the back of one hand over his lip and laughing softly.

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