Page 39 of Breathe
When Real took his mouth again, Azrael gladly gave it.
Real thought his head would explode when Azrael reached his hand down between them and wrapped it around his cock.
The feel of the palm on his dick almost had him blowing his load, but he was better than that. He wasn’t going to ruin the only time they had. Azrael was grieving over his brother being shot. Azrael needed comfort. Azrael wanted this.
Real slammed his thoughts off and sank into the younger man’s grip. He fisted Azrael’s hair and kept his head still while he devoured his mouth, leaving his lips red and swollen.
This had to be a fucking dream or maybe it was his nightmare.
He pulled off Azrael’s mouth and buried his own into the man’s slender neck. He marked him by accident. Adding one red mark after the other, trailing them down the front of Azrael’s throat, shoulders, and chest. The slender assassin arched and made sexy little noises in his throat.
Groaning, Azrael gyrated beneath him. Real wasn’t done, he wanted Azrael out of his mind. He slipped his hand down between Azrael’s legs and played with his balls, slipped his hand up and down his cock, and then grabbed a lube packet.
When Azrael’s back bowed off the bed, Real wrapped an arm around the slender man’s waist and flipped them over. Real, with his back to the bed, drew Azrael’s legs over so he was straddling his hips.
Wrapping his hand around Azrael’s cock, he twisted and pulled with a firm grip, and with his other hand hard on the boy’s hip, he held Azrael’s dark eyes. When a tongue darted out and licked at those lush lips, Real slipped his hand up to the back of Azrael’s neck and drew him down for a deep kiss.
Azrael pulled back and eased down his body with kisses. Real gripped a handful of silky, dark hair.
When Azrael scooted down, he took his cock in hand. Slowly, the younger man flicked his tongue at the head of his dick and then swirled it around the slit, collecting the pearl of precome.
Real’s whole body went rigid and he fisted Azrael’s hair, tempted to jam the boy’s mouth down over his cock. He wanted to flip them and fuck Azrael until the bed broke, but he didn’t want to hurt him.
Azrael’s tongue swirled, laving and licking around the head, then sliding down the vein before closing his mouth over and taking him in as far as he could.
The boy gagged and Real felt his mind and body losing control. Real released Azrael’s hair and gripped the sheets on either side to keep himself from becoming brutal. The bedsheets tore beneath his savage grip. Azrael’s hot little mouth devoured him, sucking him like a mother’s tit.
Real tore in a gasp of breath and then fisted Azrael’s hair to draw him off his cock.
“Enough.”
Azrael licked his swollen lips as if savoring the taste of him.
Real snapped. He lifted Azrael and rolled them.
Azrael hung on, his eyes hungry, his hands stroking wherever they could touch on his skin.
It took Real several long moments to get Azrael ready to take him. He fingered the boy and stretched him until Azrael was moaning and writhing.
Bracing from above, Real guided his cock as he settled between Azrael’s parted legs. When the boy wrapped them tightly around his waist and lifted his ass, Real had just enough foresight to tear open another packet of lube.
He slathered some on Azrael and the rest on himself, and then he was back. He glanced down, afraid to look up into Azrael’s eyes.
The fear stemmed from what could possibly be pain.
Azrael’s hands gripped his arms and then slipped over his chest. Reaching down, the younger man gripped his own cock and pulled.
“Oh yeah, fuck yeah,” Azrael moaned when he started to breech his channel.
Azrael’s hips gyrated, circling, humping upward and Real made the mistake of glancing upward.
Azrael bit at his bottom lip and moaned, his dark eyes running over him with hunger.
Damn it!
How in the fuck was he supposed to stay in control when Azrael looked at him like that?
Like he was the first and last thing he saw in a universe full of chaos. Like he was the only thing he wanted.
