Page 31 of Escape into the Night

“Babe, please?” Need made Elias’ whisper warble.

“Use your words,” Caleb soothed in return.

“Babe, please. Help me forget.” Elias clung tighter, his hips rocking in a slow gyration, seeking friction and release. “Help me remember.”

“Oh, baby doll…” Caleb swept his hands down the planes of Elias’ chest, drifting lower still to dance delicate fingertips over his stomach before plucking the towel loose with a deft flick of the wrist. “Can you be quiet?”

He gasped, soft and hushed, before nodding eagerly, his pupils blown wide and his eyes rounded even wider. The need sloughed off his body in palpable waves that took Caleb’s breath away while simultaneously making him feel at least ten feet tall. The juxtaposition between them was a heady thing—Elias stark naked while Cay remained fully dressed was a potent visual that caused Caleb’s dick to twitch in his pants.

“I'm not going to be gentle, El.” Caleb tickled his fingertips over Elias’ stomach and watched the muscles ripple beneath his skin.

“Good.”

“I'm not going to take my time.”

“Perfect.”

“I'll help you forget your name, and remember who you belong to.”

“God, yes,” Elias groaned, his head lolling back to expose the long column of his throat to Caleb’s famished lips. The pounding of his pulse became the path Caleb’s tongue traveled, the connection to his blood flowing through his veins inspiring a mirrored throbbing in his own dick.

“Turn around and grab hold of the vanity.” Caleb reluctantly stepped back, the space between them causing a shivering chill to race over his overheated skin. Elias was quick to comply, his eyes catching Caleb’s in the reflection of the mirror, his expression eager, wanton, desperate. Cay had to stifle a groan of need as Elias pushed their toiletry bag across the counter before bending over the vanity with a clear invitation.

After digging the bottle of lube from their bag, Caleb stepped back to admire Elias’ body on display. The smooth sweep of his spine, the round globes of his ass, the bated breath heaving his chest cavity—it was a powerful image that forced Caleb to squeeze his cock through the slacks lest he come from the sight alone. Beseeching icy blue gaze remained locked on the mirror, the stare penetrating despite the fact that they made eye contact through the reflection. Caleb hastened to unfasten his belt and free his dick from the confines of his jock with hands that shook from pure anticipation. Sex with Elias would always, always be overwhelming in all the best ways.

Caleb nudged Elias’ feet even farther apart, compensating for their height difference and somehow making the scenario even hotter in the process. The snap of the bottle opening caused a shudder to run through Elias’ body as he arched his back and muffled a quiet groan that turned into a gasp as Cay deposited a generous dollop of the substance at the top of his ass.

“Shh. Don't make me gag you with my tie, baby doll. It's a silk blend I'm rather fond of.” Caleb ran a soothing palm down Elias’ spine before shifting his hand to spread the lube further, plunging a single finger into his tight pucker without so much as a warning nudge. “Can you stay quiet? Can you hold it in while I wreck my perfect little hole?”

“Yeah. No. Fuck, babe… fuck me.” Elias rocked his hips back, his words a delectable whimper of pure desire.

“Mmhmm. That's the plan. Whose in charge right now, boss man?” Caleb withdrew his finger, replacing it with two and immediately getting down to the business of unraveling his needy husband.

“You. Always you. Jesus Christ, I need it. Please?”

Caleb had meant every word he said. This wasn't going to be gentle, nor would it be slow. It would be everything they needed. Quick and efficient, he scissored his fingers, stretching the taut channel of Elias’ ass with the occasional pressure applied to that bundle of nerves that made his man whimper. There was no way in hell this would be a silent affair. The thought of it thrilled him to no end. He abruptly withdrew his fingers when the whine pitched higher.

“Ah, ah, ah. So loud. Too loud.” Caleb reached his free hand toward the tap and slapped the faucet on full blast. He wouldn't win them any respect from environmental lobbyists if they knew about his wanton water waste to drown out the sounds of their fucking, but that felt a lot like not his problem. He had priorities. Namely, getting inside his husband's ass five minutes ago. After liberally coating his length with lube and adding an extra squirt to Elias’ needy little hole for good measure, Caleb aligned the head of his dick and applied a tease of pressure.

“Eyes on me, baby doll.” Caleb tapped a finger at the base of Elias’ spine until his hooded eyes met Cay’s in the reflection. “Hold on tight.”

“Good God, yes—mmngh!” Elias gasped, tensed, and then melted with a guttural groan as Caleb surged forward, burying the length of his cock to the hilt in one fluid, urgent thrust. He wiped his lube-slick palm off on the sweaty skin of Elias’ lower back before leaning forward to place his hand over Elias’ mouth.

“Good boy, El. Your ass is going to be the end of me.” Caleb pressed deeper before retreating, his own voice growing strained as the cincture of muscle gripped his cock in molten heat. Too tight, too hot, too perfect. The thoughts it inspired were purely primal. With a muffled grunt, he drove his dick back inside Elias’ body.

The wild look on Elias’ face was enough to disintegrate the last of Caleb’s composure. He set a brutal pace, skin slapping against skin and muffled moans echoing off the tile and only barely concealed by the sound of running water. Each thrust made Elias’ body jerk, his eagerness to meet Caleb move for move quickly becoming disjointed and out of sync as they crashed together. Caleb was startled by how swiftly the tell-tale smolder of his impending orgasm bloomed. He needed Elias to get there first, and fast, or it would all be over entirely too soon. He slammed his cock as deep as he could before stilling, his hand snaking around Elias’ waist to grab hold of his straining dick.

“This cock? This pretty, pretty cock?” Caleb gave a long, taunting stroke from root to tip before toying with the precum-coated foreskin. “This cock is all mine, and next time, you're going to fuck me with it.”

Elias’ response was a toe-curling moan buried deep in his chest as he rocked his hips in jerky movements, fucking himself on Cay’s cock as he fucked the tunnel of his fist.

“You like that idea, boss man? You want me to hold you down and ride this perfect cock? You want to give me all this cum? You want me to take this cock?” Caleb quickened his hand, aggressively jerking Elias’ dick as he resumed the punishingpace of his hips. Drenched in sweat and already too close, he shifted his stance to drive deeper and adjust the angle until the first strangled cry came from Elias’ mouth. Bingo. Caleb redoubled his efforts and pushed through the burn in his thighs as they chased the euphoria of the finish line.

“Give me your cum, baby doll. Give it to me before I fill this hole with mine.” Caleb clenched his jaw and all but drove them through the edge of the vanity. All the signs were there, he just had to push a little harder. Elias cock grew harder, his ass clenched tighter, and pervasive tremors coursed through the muscles of his back and thighs. Caleb groaned in appreciation.

“That's it, good boy. Fucking come for me. Give it to me. It's mine.” Caleb surged forward again just as Elias’ knees buckled, rendering him pinned to the vanity and held up by the sheer force of Caleb’s cock buried deep and his fist pumping Elias’ length. A throaty, perpetual moan muffled only by Cay’s palm over Elias’ mouth filled the room as Elias’ body seized with the power of his orgasm. Ropes of thick, hot cum burst from Elias’ dick, shooting across the front of the vanity and coating Caleb’s fingers. It was all he needed—his own body tensed and spasmed, his cock throbbed, and his cum erupted into the confines of Elias’ ass in a flood so profound, it seeped out with each jerky thrust Caleb used to milk every last drop from them both.

Completely spent and gasping for air, they melted together into a boneless heap on the vanity, Caleb's hand falling from Elias’ mouth to brace himself on the surface of the counter. Elias’ panting turned into a breathy chuckle as his forehead fell against the mirror, his soul-piercing blue eyes crinkled at the corner as a lazy smile spread over his face.

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