Page 51 of Rat Park
Dominic watched Flor’s face transform. The muscles on his cheeks jump, his mouth opening further as if startled into a silent cry. The way his head tipped back, the tangled halo of his dark hair against the blue of the sheets.
When Flor opened his eyes, they were deep and dark. Dominic scissored his fingers and looked at those eyes flare and flutter.
“More. Please, more,” Flor said, but this time Dominic didn’t listen, making sure to stretch Flor until he was panting and bucking, fucking himself on Dominic’s fingers.
Dominic pulled them out, adding more lube and pressing three inside. Having Flor like this, breathing harshly beneath him, vulnerable and his for a moment, was unforgivable enough. To hurt him would be a line Dominic wouldn’t be able to uncross.
Flor wrapped his arms around Dominic, pulling him close even as Dominic’s fingers continued to pump in and out. The kiss that followed was a mess of breath and tongue until Flor was straining with desperate little movements.
“Please. Please, God, please. I need you to fuck me now, Dominic, I swear to God, I need you, I need you,” Flor babbled, clutching at Dominic, his cock dripping and hard and dark.
“Okay,” Dominic soothed, “Okay,” because the same urgency was taking over him.
Dominic moved back, slipping his fingers out. He watched as Flor’s hole gaped slightly for a second before winking closed. His fingers traced the now puffy ring for a moment, making Flor twitch, before grabbing the condom he had left on the bedspread. He cursed himself for not having the foresight to put it on before he fingered Flor and his hand was covered in lube, but he managed to get it open and on his cock as Flor looked at him impatiently. Dominic ignored the expression, making sure to cover his cock liberally with lube before putting the bottle down within reach in case they needed it again.
“Okay?” Dominic asked as he moved closer again, brushing his dry hand across Flor’s flank. Flor raised his knees and squeezed Dominic’s sides in response, pulling him closer.
“Please.” Flor’s face was full of want and bravado, but his voice was soft and cracking with need.
Dominic leaned forwards to kiss Flor for a moment before pulling back. He gripped Flor’s hip and used his other hand to guide his cock to Flor’s hole. Flor let out a breathy gasp as the head of Dominic’s dick pressed against him for a moment before slipping in.
Dominic watched with unbelieving eyes. God, the sight of him pressing into Flor, the way his hole stretched to accommodate him, inch by slow inch. The way Flor’s body strained and moaned. He was still incredibly tight, swallowing Dominic down until he was fully inside.
“Oh God. Oh, God,” Flor said. Dominic leaned forwards slightly, smoothing a hand down Flor’s side.
“Good?” Dominic croaked, his voice shredded by the heat and the pleasure.
“Yes. Yes, yes, come on, please.”
Dominic gripped Flor’s hips and slid out slowly, watching Flor for any signs of discomfort as he pushed in again. His own thighs were shaking as he set a slow pace, stretching Flor on his cock until Flor leaned up suddenly on one elbow to slap Dominic across the arm.
“Dominic, you better start fucking me for real or I swear to God I will do something drastic,” Flor growled. As if in warning, Flor’s ass clenched around Dominic’s cock, sending an electric shock of pleasure to burn through his spine.
The last thread of Dominic’s careful control broke.
Dominic thrust into Flor sharply, causing Flor to slump onto his back again even as Dominic kept him steady by the hips. Dominic watched Flor’s face, shifting angles until—
“Ah!” Flor cried out, his back and neck arching.
Dominic kept steady, fucking into Flor with hard thrusts, brushing against Flor’s prostate on every pass. He was relentless, feeling the sweat bead across his temples, down his neck. Flor squirmed and panted beneath him, trying but unable to match Dominic’s pace until he was left to grip the sheets, pulling at them madly.
The noise of slapping skin, of the wet slide, of the cries and moans ripped from Flor’s lips, filled the air obscenely until it was all Dominic could hear or think. Dominic was the building pressure at the small of his back, his straining thighs, the indescribable pleasure. He was the sight of Flor, stretched out on the bed for him, split in two by his cock, scrabbling at the sheets with desperate hands as his wet mouth tried to form Dominic’s name only to be cut short by the next thrust.
The pleasure was everywhere. Deep inside, in wells Dominic hadn’t known could be reached.
Flor opened his eyes, a sliver of black behind heavy lids, and the look was a spear through Dominic. Flor reached out and Dominic fell forwards, still thrusting deeply as he met Flor’s mouth in a wet, desperate kiss. One of Dominic’s hands kept Flor steady as the other wrapped around Flor’s cock, jerking him off quickly, desperate to see him come.
Flor cried out at what must have been an onslaught of sensations, at Dominic’s cock so deep and hand so tight and good, until he was shaking apart underneath Dominic.
With a long, dragged-out moan, Flor came, coating both their chests. His arms wrapped tightly around Dominic, his ass clenching around Dominic’s cock until Dominic was following him over the edge. The pleasure ripped through him, a wave and then another, another, until he was pressed against Flor, shaking against his warm skin.
Dominic came to with his face buried against Flor’s neck, Flor’s fingers threaded through his hair as they panted together. Dominic went to shift sideways, not wanting to crush him, but Flor tightened his limbs around Dominic.
“Stay inside me a little longer,” Flor said. Dominic shuddered, gripping Flor tightly and letting himself feel his cock soften inside Flor.
They stayed there for a while until Dominic slipped out and had to take care of the condom. He cleaned them both up before Flor pulled him back to the bed even though it was only early evening. There was nothing Dominic wanted more, however, and he slipped under the covers with Flor. He stroked his face, his hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead as Flor settled against him, wrapping around Dominic with almost all his limbs.
Dominic ran his fingers through Flor’s hair, praying Flor didn’t want to talk. Dominic wasn’t sure he would be able to form words, his thoughts feeling bloated and clumsy.
