Page 93 of Sycopation
Zavier had seen that enough times on tour. Both of them irritated the other, but in a way that was kind of like siblings did. “Makes sense.”
Ray had his serious look on again.
“Please don’t tell me you have another personal question.” Zavier couldn’t cope with being out of his element a second time this morning.
“No, it’s just that all the aromantic people I’ve ever met or talked to were asexual, too.”
“And I’m very much sexually attracted to people.”
“Understatement of the year.”
Okay, that was enough snark from Ray. Zavier pulled him over, exposing his bruised ass, and slapped him hard. Ray’s yelp was rich and hot and tinged with a moan. So very good, that. He landed several more blows, enough to make Ray’s cheeks red and his body tremble.
“So, business as usual, then?” Zavier said. Ray was as hard as he.
“Ohgodyes,” Ray said. “Please.”
How could he refuse when Ray asked so nicely? “Condom,” he said. “And lube.” Another swat to that lovely ass sent Ray scrambling.
Ray’s whole body was flush by the time he returned. “Cuffs again?” A little hope in that voice.
“No, I think this time we’ll try something a little different.” He wanted to be the ropes and cuffs that held Ray. Be his pleasure and punishment. “Here’s what I want you to do.”
Ray’d fuckedplenty of times before, been on both the giving and receiving ends, but never like this.
“I wish there were mirrors so you could see yourself.” Zavier’s words were hot in his ear and his cock deep inside Ray.
The thrusting, the movement, wasn’t what brought him close to breaking, it was that thought, that image, the one he could nearly see against the white ceiling. The decadence of him splayed on top of Zavier, held tightly, one hand gripping his hip, the other on his shoulder. Arms like ropes, those muscles corded. Ray’s own hands gripped Zavier’s limbs, body writhing with each hard thrust. Open mouth, loud moans, wide eyes. “Fuck, Zav.”
Incessant and hard, Zavier drove into him as if they could be one person, one soul. Ray’s ass burned from the flogging, the spanking, and now this. The sharpness was like fire, driving him out of his mind. He arched as much as he could against Zavier, wanting more, needing the bliss and light that came when Zav slid deeper into him.
“Don’t you ever think that I don’t want you.” A whisper of air and a caress of lips. Zavier pumped Ray’s dick, stroking and pulling in time with his relentless fucking.
Ray shuddered, that peak too close, too near. “Can’t. I’m gonna?—”
Hot words and teeth against his neck. “I want to feel you come around me.”
After those words, it was all light and heat and pleasure as Ray came hard, spilling himself over Zavier’s hand.
Didn’t take much longer for Zavier to follow, crying out his own release with such abandonment that Ray wanted those mirrors, so he could see controlled, calculated Zavier Demos wild and shattered because ofhim. That would be almost enough to get Ray off again, had such a thing been possible. Still, he moaned and shifted against Zavier, and then they were both still.
“God, Ray. You’re such a fucking miracle.” There was still the edge of abandonment in Zavier’s voice.
Ray had no idea what to make of that statement.
Zavier pulled out and Ray shifted. “I should—” Get up, or at least get off of Zavier. Couldn’t be comfortable for him, though he enjoyed the confinement and the burn against his ass.
“No. Stay.” Wasn’t so much a command as a plea. “I like you here, like this.” There was a softness in Zavier’s voice Ray’d not heard before. He relaxed against the hard, warm body beneath him. Somewhere along the line, Zavier tossed the condom off the side of the bed.
“Poor rug,” Ray said.
“I’m sure its seen worse, or the same. Hotels are liminal spaces.”
He snorted. Couldn’t help it. “You say the strangest things sometimes.”
“No more than you.” A press of lips and enough admiration that heat rose to Ray’s cheeks. “Singer and songwriter.”
“I’m—”
