Page 100 of In This Iron Ground
Hakan’s temples, his chest, the dips of his neck, were damp with sweat, just from watching Damien fucking himself on his fingers. All he did was rub Damien’s thigh up and down, up and down, squeezing sometimes when Damien made a particularly guttural sound.
Damien moved off Hakan’s fingers, slicking his own hand to cover Hakan’s dark, leaking dick in lube. Hakan moaned at the first touch, tilting his head back and fisting his hair in his own, dry fist.
Pleasure shivered through Damien at the sight. He squeezed tighter at Hakan’s sensitive head, massaging him with his whole palm. Hakan jerked, almost pulling away at the overstimulation.
“Jesus. Jesus, Damien, please,” he begged.
Damien positioned himself over Hakan’s cock, opening the angle of his knees to accommodate the length. He sank down slowly, an inch, inch, inch, and then dropped the rest of the way down. Damien gasped at the sudden fullness, Hakan cursing underneath him.
“You’re gonna kill me. You’re gonna kill me,” Hakan muttered, clutching at Damien’s hips.
Damien smiled.
He fucked himself slow. He wanted to feel the drag of Hakan’s cock inside him, against the stretched ring of his hole. He angled his hips until Hakan was rubbing Damien’s prostate, using Hakan’s hard dick languidly to pleasure himself.
Hakan’s hands squeezed Damien where they were wrapped around his waist, but they moved with Damien, not attempting to guide. He let the rhythm be set and followed the tune.
“Hakan,” Damien said softly, getting close. He fisted his own cock, pumping with increasing speed.
“Yeah. Yes, yes,” Hakan babbled.
Damien squeezed his ass, clenching his hold around Hakan. The noise that was dragged out of Hakan seemed to rip the air itself and then Hakan was coming inside Damien. Rush after rush of it, filling Damien up.
Damien came a moment later, pressing down so that he was as full as he could get, Hakan’s cock twitching inside him. He came over Hakan’s chest. Hakan growled deeply, eyes flashing, fangs dropping, but Damien could still feel human nails against his skin.
The comedown was slow and sweet. Damien stayed with Hakan inside him for as long as he could before rolling onto his back, exhausted by the depth of the sex despite its lack of speed.
Hakan immediately moved to catch the come dripping out of Damien, pressing it back into his puffy hole.
“Jesus, Hakan,” Damien mumbled but let him. He was too sated to think.
Hakan kissed him softly. Damien opened his mouth easily, letting him in.
They settled against each other, messy and drying in places they would regret later. Damien pressed close. He stroked Hakan’s cheek, tilting his face so they were inches away, looking at each other on the pillow. Damien brushed their lips together.
“I can’t believe you want to pee on me,” he whispered.
“I never, Ineversaid—”
Damien just laughed.
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They went to the nearest forest to collect a species of moss Damien had been reading about. They found a little bit on a tree and Hakan used his nose to track down more. Damien didn’t make any jokes. Hakan told him to shut up anyway.
It was spring, and everything was flourishing around them.
The trees opened up to a field, cows grazing in the distance. They laid down a blanket and ate. They stretched out in the sun when they finished, gazing at each other.
“How’s therapy going?” Hakan asked softly. The question fell gently on the moment.
“Good, it’s…good. Better than I expected.”
“In what way?”
“I’m not sure. I guess…I mean, I haven’t talked much about the past. And I thought, I don’t know, there’d be a lot more…digging. Like, that it would be more forceful. And it’s hard, don’t get me wrong, but it, like…looks forward. Like, it’s about solutions and skills instead of just sitting there, endlessly talking about all the stuff from the past.”
“Sounds helpful.”
