Page 10 of Steel Trap
“You’re nearly as big a brat as Orlando.” Hatchet pressed the head of his cock to Smith’s entrance. He pushed inside and Smith’s body stretched to accommodate his girth. Hatch shoved forwards a couple more inches. Smith wailed.
“How ya doin’ there, sweetheart?” Hatchet asked.
“Shut the fuck up, you elephant-dicked sonofabitch!”
“You have a dirty mouth, Smith. Gonna gag you next time.” Hatchet pushed home in a long, inexorable slide. Once he was fully seated he froze—a demonstration of willpower that was just shy of miraculous.
“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God! I’m gonna die on the end of your dick!”
“Quit complainingand enjoy.” Hatchet began to move in the tiniest of increments. Smith braced himself and pushed back. Hatch took that as the signal he needed and any semblance of control disappeared. He spitted Smith like a prime roast, driving in and out of his receptive channel with unrestrained force. Smith screamed but it wasn’tstopthat came out of his mouth, it wasmore. Hatchet bared his teeth and complied.He didn’t know or care who was going to come first. His orgasm rolled the length of his spine and with a final thrust he shouted his release. He groped beneath Smith’s body, but Smith had beaten him to it. He came with a triumphant scream, his cum a stark contrast against the black sheets. He collapsed flat onto his belly and Hatchet landed on top of him. For a moment, he couldn’t move, butthen he realized he was crushing Smith. He rolled off, pulling Smith with him.
“You weigh more than that fucking elephant,” Smith groused.
“You need a lozenge?” Hatchet asked. “’Cos you screamed like a banshee.”
“You’d be vocal if that club of yours was splittingyouin half.”
“You loved it.”
“Not admitting to anything in case I incriminate myself.” Smith rested his head on Hatchet’s shoulder,nuzzling under his chin.
Hatchet put his arm around him and held him close. He wasn’t into cuddling. He was more a fuck ‘em and run kind of guy, but having Smith snuggled against him felt right.
“I assume you didn’t come here just to screw my brains out,” Smith mumbled into Hatchet’s chest.
“It was number one on my to-do list,” Hatchet said. “But we need to talk.”
“And now I’m crossed offthe list, is that it? You head back to The Wyverns so they can all share in your conquest?” Smith made to wriggle free, but Hatchet pinned him tighter.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Hatchet grabbed a handful of Smith’s ass. “I don’t intend to let you go anytime soon. And to be clear—what happens between you and me is not for public consumption.”
“I don’t get it. Why me?”
“Why not?”
“We’dhardly be compatible on your average dating site, would we?”
“Do I look like I’d sign up for that shit?”
“Well, no…but Orlando might have created a profile for you as a joke.”
Hatchet stuck a finger between Smith’s ass cheeks. He gave Smith’s crease a rub, teasing the edge of his hole. “Don’t ever suggest that in his hearing, understand? You do and I’ll give you that spanking I promised whenwe met at The Scourge.”
Smith gave a small sigh.
“You’re considering it, aren’t you? Fuck. I don’t know whether to be turned on or pissed off with you.”
Smith chuckled. “I’d go with whichever is your default option. You hungry?”
“I could eat.”
“Then you need to let me up.”
“Oh.” Hatchet loosened his grip.
“I’m going to take a quick shower, then I’ll pull something together.” Smith rolledout of bed. He stretched, making his cock bounce.
“You have a great body.” Hatchet tracked Smith as he headed toward what was presumably an attached bath.
