Page 101 of Refraction

He leaned in, nuzzling Calvin’s throat, humping up like a desperate man.

“Want you.” Calvin’s words were muffled in his beard but clear enough all the same. Even if he hadn’t understood, the way Calvin pushed his hand under the waistband of those low-riding jeans made the point. “Take me back to the loft, have me here, I don’t care, but I want you.”

“Loft. I ain’t got a blanket for you.” And he wouldn’t hurt Calvin for the world. Although…. He tore off his shirt and pushed off his shorts, sat his bare ass on the fabric. “C’mere and ride me, huh? We got this.”

Right out here in the fire and the wind.

“Fuck, tiger. That’s the hottest thing ever.” Calvin stripped off, tossing everything down next to him and moving slowly into his lap, straddling his thighs. “We totally got this.”

“Uh-huh.” He slicked his cock first, then his fingers, his mouth dry as dust as he focused on the way Calvin was backlit, the flames like wings. When he pushed his hand behind Calvin’s heavy balls to wet the tight hole, he was already lost in the magic they were making.

Calvin gasped and nodded wordlessly, so obviously wanting, arching back and bearing down on his fingers.

“Beautiful.” Tucker moaned, the sound raw and wonderful in his ears.

Calvin kissed him, a needy sound escaping against his lips. “More.”

“Everything.” He pulled his fingers free and lined his cock up. “All of us.”

Calvin reached back and took his shaft in one hand, guiding the head of his cock inside and groaning as it slipped past that tight outer ring. “Tucker. So good.”

He gritted his teeth and nodded, letting the scrape and buzz fill him, claw up his spine.

Shifting upright, Calvin gripped his shoulders and held on, that sweet ass taking in his entire bare length. Calvin wiggled in his lap, then leaned up and kissed him again before starting to ride, long and slow, moaning into his mouth.

He dug in, meeting Calvin’s thrusts, one after another after another. His abs began to burn, but he’d be damned if he stopped.

“Fuck yeah.” They held each other’s eyes for another moment, and his lover’s face tightened into a lovely grimace of pleasure. But as Calvin picked up the pace, moving on him with more intent, it was becoming harder and harder to focus.

“Love you.” An angel of fire. His angel with wings of flame.

“Love you, Tucker.” Calvin held on to the back of his neck with one hand, and the other found that pretty cock and started to stroke.

Tucker pushed faster, harder, grinding up into Calvin’s ass. He needed this. They needed this.

He felt the muscles around his cock start to ripple and pulse along his sensitive prick, and Calvin grunted, pressing their foreheads together and straining to match his efforts. They’d been working up to this all day.

“Make me howl,” Calvin whispered to him, breathing hot air across his face. “Out here by the fire. Take what you want. I’m yours.”

He grabbed Calvin’s hips, his low cry as much a growl as Calvin’s namesake for him. “Mine.”

They rocked together, moaning and panting, bodies and breath tangled up into one. Calvin shivered against him finally and lost any sense of rhythm, hips bucking, and seared his belly with hot spunk.

Calvin’s howl cut right through the darkness, and Tucker would swear the fire flared behind him.

The whole world was his lover, lifted up on wings of fire.

He bucked up, driving now, his desperation pushing him higher and higher.

Calvin kissed him, cutting off his air, making his head and the firelight spin. He shot so hard the world tightened down into a single dot of light, his breath caught in his chest.

“Tucker!”

Suddenly he was able to breathe again as Calvin tore his mouth away, shouting his name.

“God. I love you, baby.” Kisses rained down on his face and neck.

“Love. Love.” Tucker was repeating himself, but his brain was dissolved, shot out through his cock.

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