Page 137 of Inevitable Destruction

“You left me, and I had never felt someone’s absence so deeply, so fucking viscerally—not even my Pops—which brought on bouts of guilt and resentment I drowned in the bottom of a whiskey bottle.” Dominik’s arms tighten around me, and I stumble back into the headstone. I lean against it, letting it keep us anchored as we bury the ugly parts of ourselves where they should’ve always stayed.

“It took me a long fucking time to even be able to stand steady, let alone walk or even talk. I don’t blame you.” I press a kiss to his head when he sniffles, his tears dampening my shirt.

“I could never blame you. You may have been an addict when I forced myself into your life, but everything that ensued from there was my wrong-doing. You have a disease that I exploited for my own personal gain—and it will forever be the worst mistake of my life, a regret I will never be able to forgive myself for.

“I’m obsessed with you, Dominik. I crave your touch, desperate and wanton for me, and your taste on my tongue is unlike anything to ever spill into my mouth.” I brush my finger down the nape of his neck, my knuckles bumping the bill of his hat, before circling around to his cheek. I feel the divot of his slight dimple. “Seeing a smile grace your angular cheeks makes my heart constrict in my chest in a way I never thought was possible. It’s an intoxicating but terrifying sensation. I covet your words. Your companionship. You.

“I ache for you, beauty boy.”

Dominik peels himself away from my chest, his arms loosening, but palms still pressed against my ribs as he looks into my eyes. The allusive darkness of the night surrounding us feels a little less opaque with his crystal clear gaze seeing me and me only.

For the first time in years, I see a way out of the storm, out of the chaos I’ve directed myself into.

“I ache for you, too. Everywhere.” He breathes his words across my lips, and I inhale each one with fervor, my eyes rolling back at the taste they leave on my tongue. My cock twitches in the confines of my jeans with every exhale fanning over my face.

Fuck, even his breath is an aphrodisiac.

“Everywhere, huh?” My chest rumbles, sending vibrations through the tips of my fingers as I trail them down the notches in Dominik’s spine until I reach the curve of his ass. I shove my hand into the waistband and grab his cheek, squeezing and massaging it into my palm.

I reach lower, and the sticky wetness of my cum coats my fingers as it slowly leaks out of him, and I grunt, thrusting my hips into his as I delve in, claiming his hole with my fingers.

He whimpers, falling into me as relaxed and pliant as can be. Feeling him give himself over to me again so soon triggers my carnal side, and I snake the fingers of my free hand around his throat and hold him there to feel his rapidly increasing pulse.

For the first time, his pulse is at a normal rate. It’s not sluggish with downers or hammering with uppers. It's increasing with lust, with desire—for me.

“Mine,” I growl, and use my grip to slam his mouth to mine. Our tongues lash together, battling for dominance as I fuck into his wet hole with three fingers. He squirms between rutting our covered cocks together for the smallest amount of friction and arching his spine to send my fingers as deep inside him as possible.

Feeling him warring with himself over which pleasure he wants more sets me ablaze. I sink my teeth into his tongue before releasing him all together and spinning him around. His hands fall to the headstone to keep his balance as I yank his sweats down to his ankles, exposing his glorious ass to my eyes.

I quickly free myself of my own jeans before dropping to the ground and shoving my face between his cheeks. I dig my fingers into his muscular yet supple flesh and pull them apart to give my tongue more room to work him over.

I taste myself—and that combined with Dominik’s aroma has my cock leaking and dripping onto my leg.

“F-fuck, Rhett,” Dominik stutters and moans, shaking and gyrating his hips, absolutely unabashed and lost in the haze of lust. I look up with my tongue buried in his ass. Needing to see his bare skin, I reach and pull his shirt halfway up his back. His spine arches, the bones moving under the thin layer of skin there. I caress each bone before settling in on his tailbone and keeping it arched for me.

His shoulders are tense, head thrown back, curls covered by his white hat.

My cock pulses, leaking, aching.

“Fuck me, Rhett,” Dominik begs, and I shake my head, the motion making him cry out and squeeze around my tongue.

“Please. Need you. Always.” Each word comes out punctuated with a breath. I wrench my mouth away and wrap my hand around my aching length as I spit on it, working it in. My head bumps against his cum and spit-slick hole, and he bears down while thrusting back.

His arms are wrapped around the top of the stone as he curves his spine, giving me just the right angle to enter him on. I sink inside his heat, a guttural moan rumbling through me and sending vibrations through the static-filled air encompassing us.

With a hand pressed to his spine and the other digging into his bony hip, I work my cock into my beauty boy, the tight stretch of him around me the only home I’ve ever known. His moans fill the air, as do mine, while our bodies work in beautiful, mindless tandem to reach our release.

I reach around to squeeze his head between my thumb and forefinger. The pressurized sting sets him off, and I breathe in his cries as he paints the stone in his cum. His walls milk me for everything I have, and I bottom out, pausing as my dick pulses.

I feel delirious when I pull out and tuck myself back into my jeans. I bend down, grabbing Dominik’s pants to secure them for him since he seems unable to move. His legs shake as he holds onto the headstone for dear life, and I can’t help but chuckle as I step up behind him and curl my arms under his armpits. I lift him up and carry him to his car, which is thankfully not dead from the door being left open for so long.

I set him in the passenger’s seat and brush my fingers along his forehead, playing with the wayward strands curling underneath the brim of his hat while he catches his breath.

“Not only can I see it, but I can feel all of the healthy weight you’ve gained.” I squeeze his thigh in reassurance, and he returns a tired but goofy smile.

“I work out now. Twice a day.”

“That sounds horrible,” I deadpan, and he bursts out laughing, spittle flying from his lips and landing on my cheek. I swipe it up with my finger and suck it into my mouth. He hisses as he watches me, his eyes darkening with desire, and I puff out a breath between my lips, pressing my thumb to his.

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