Page 88 of Say I Do

“Sounds good.”

We hung up, and I cracked my neck. “Playtime’s over.”

“Already?” Harlow sighed wistfully. “You’re going to destroy my masterpiece, aren’t you? Oh! And you said whoever had the better art won. So I have two victories.”

I stared at the lotus. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t lie. It looked damn good.

“Fine.”

Harlow grinned hard. “Say I win.”

I grabbed a fistful of his hair and dragged him against me again. “You win, okay? Now shut the fuck up before I deny you dick.”

“I’d just take it.”

“Yeah? I’d love to see you try.”

The challenge in his eyes was no doubt met with the same one in mine. Neither of us was the type to back down easily. I could already envision us wrapped up in each other, the sheets on the floor in a heap as we writhed together uninhibited.

Damn, Harlow had opened me up. I was supposed to be a man with a mask, but he exposed all my rough edges and still wanted more.

“I’ll wrap this up,” Harlow whispered.

“No, let me.”

I released him reluctantly. As I turned and walked toward Daniel, his eyes widened to the size of saucers. Piss covered the floor as he whimpered. I carefully avoided it as my hands wrapped around his throat. Daniel thrashed, his dark eyes popping out as he realized that his fate was sealed. I stared at him, watching every moment as he went from bucking and panicked thrashing to a weak struggle. His pulse slowed beneath my fingertips, but I didn’t let up. Only once he was blue and I felt nothing against my skin did I remove my hands.

“Fuck,” Harlow moaned. I turned to him. “Seriously, fuck me somewhere now.”

I crossed the space between us. Harlow moved forward as if for a kiss, but I ducked and tossed him over my shoulder. He clung to me as I carried him into the other room we used to play poker in sometimes. As soon as we were inside, I shoved him against the wall, turned him around, and ripped his pants down his thighs.

“Stay,” I ordered.

“Staying,” Harlow moaned.

I left Harlow briefly. Shoved onto one of the shelves was a bottle of lube. As I picked it up, I saw it was half empty. I had a sneaking suspicion Gin used it when he was on duty. I pushed thoughts of that as far away as humanly possible before I returned to Harlow.

His hand was wrapped around his cock as he stroked himself. Grabbing his arm, I turned him around. I spread one of his cheeks open, admiring the gape I’d left behind earlier.

“We need to keep you plugged,” I groaned. “I love your hole just like this. Nice and open for me whenever I want to use you.”

Harlow shivered. “Don’t give me sweet nothings,” he panted. “Shove your cock in me!”

I slicked up my dick before I shoved two fingers into his hole covered in lube. Harlow shoved back against me, but I pushed him forward. I slipped another inside. Three fingers deep, I pummeled his hole as he cried out. His legs shook as I fingered him so well he went up to the tips of his toes. I pushed him further, teased his prostate, and left a litany of bite marks all over his back when I pushed up his shirt.

Every moan and whispered Japanese word only made me that much more eager to dive into him. I pulled my fingers free. We didn’t have long. After all, I had to clean up the mess we’d just created. But I needed these few stolen moments more than I needed to breathe.

I grabbed Harlow and dragged him over to the table. I sat in a chair and pulled him onto my lap. Harlow didn’t have to be told what to do as he kicked out of one pant leg and sank down on my cock. His hands rested on my shoulders as his hair cascaded around us, blanketing us from the world.

Our eyes never glanced away from each other as he raised and lowered his hips. His engorged cock rested against my torso. I reached out, wrapped a hand around his length, and stroked. Harlow tossed his head back as he cried out.

“Just like that,” I groaned. “Come on, ride me fucking faster. Yeah, like that.” I pressed a finger against my cock as it slid in and out of his hole. “Shit, you stretch so well for me. It’s making this hole mine. You hear me? Nobody can touch this shit ever again.”

Harlow nodded hard as sweat beaded on his forehead. “S-same to you, asshole,” he moaned as my nails dug into the soft flesh of his ass cheek. He sank his teeth into my shoulder. “Mine.”

Hissing, I thrust upward as pain mixed with pleasure. I wrapped a hand around his throat. “Mine,” I growled right back.

I shifted, lifting both of us before I slammed him onto the table. Thank fuck it was steadier than it looked. My hips snapped against his body as our lips danced together in an endless, desperate kiss. Harlow bucked against me as moans poured from his lips.

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