Rhys

The taste of Kayden on my tongue was driving me insane.

Crazily insane.

I had him spread out on the brand new bed like a feast, his legs pushed wide, his knees bent, and his feet planted on the mattress.

The empty apartment echoed every little sound he made — every gasp, every broken moan — and that only made me hungrier.

"You smell so good," I murmured as I kissed down his stomach, nipping at the soft skin just above his hip bone, then lower until my mouth hovered over his leaking cock.

"Fuck, look at you," I growled in a rough tone. "You are so hard and dripping for me already. This pretty cock is throbbing, baby, and it will be all mine tonight."

I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked him in deep, hollowing my cheeks as I took him to the back of my throat.

Kayden cried out, his hips jerking up, his fingers tangling in my hair.

I loved the way he tasted. Salty, sweet, the slick mixed with pre-cum. I bobbed my head slowly at first, then faster, my tongue swirling around the sensitive underside while my hand stroked what I couldn’t fit in my mouth.

"Rhys... oh fuck... yes," he moaned, his thighs trembling around my shoulders.

I pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his cock, and grinned up at him. "You like that? Like watching me choke on your dick?"

Before he could answer, I pushed his thighs even wider and dipped lower. My tongue dragged over his balls, then further back until I found his slick, fluttering hole.

The moment I licked a broad stripe over it, Kayden arched off the bed with a loud, desperate moan.

"Shit... Rhys!"

I groaned against him, the taste of his slick flooding my mouth. It was so sweet and addictive. I licked him open greedily, my tongue fucking into the tight ring of muscle, then sucked gently on the rim. More slick gushed out, coating my chin, and I lapped it up like I was starving.

I pressed two fingers inside him alongside my tongue, scissoring gently, curling them until I found the spot that made him see stars.

"Right there—fuck, right there," he gasped, grinding his hips down onto my face.

I ate him out like I was trying to ruin him for anyone else, sucking, licking, and thrusting my tongue deep while my fingers worked him open.

Every moan from him went straight to my cock, which was painfully hard and leaking on the sheets.

I could feel his hole clenching around my fingers, getting wetter, ready for me.

"Rhys..." he called.

"Rhys what?" I asked him, slapping his ass.

"I want you to fuck me," he pleaded.

I grinned, sucked him one last time, and when I finally pulled back, my lips were shiny with his slick. I crawled up his body and kissed him hard. I made sure he tasted himself on my tongue, and Kayden responded by sucking on it greedily.

I grabbed his throat again, holding it possessively as I deepened the kiss until we were both gasping for air.

"I need to be inside you," I rasped against his lips, grinding my bare cock against his slick entrance. "Fuck, Kayden... I want to feel every inch of you," I muttered, and gently pulled away for a moment, reaching for my trousers on the floor to see if I had any emergency condom, but there was none.

"Shit," I cursed under my breath. "I don’t have a condom."

Kayden’s eyes widened. He heaved a sigh, then reached up, cupping my face, his thumb brushing over my bruised cheek.

"It’s okay," he whispered, his voice sounding needy. "I want you raw this time."

"But..." I tried to argue, to remind him that I was going to knot him over and over again. "I will..."

Kayden shook his head as he cut me off again. "Whatever happens, we will surely figure it out."

Something feral snapped inside me at his words. I kissed him again, claiming him with every inch of my tongue while I lined myself up at his entrance.

The head of my cock pressed against his slick, open hole, teasing the rim. "Are you sure? Not that I won’t take responsibility, but I want to make sure it’s what you want."

"Yes—please. Fuck me, Rhys. Fill me up. Do whatever you want with me."

I thrust in with one smooth motion, burying myself to the hilt in one go.

Kayden’s head fell back and a loud, broken moan tore from his throat as his walls clenched tight around me.

I felt an overwhelming pleasure from the way he gripped me. I stayed still for a second, buried deep inside him, letting him adjust. "Fuck... you feel so good," I groaned. "So tight and wet and perfect for me. This hole was made just for me, baby, and you are taking every inch like you were born for it."

I started moving slowly with deep thrusts at first, then pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in, savoring the drag of his slick walls around my cock. Then I picked up the pace, our hips snapping harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the empty room along with Kayden’s desperate moans.

My hand tightened slightly on his throat as I fucked him, leaning down to kiss him messily while I drove into him again and again.

"Mine," I growled against his lips between thrusts. "You’re mine, Kayden. I love you so much and nothing could ever change that."

Kayden whimpered in response, his nails digging into my back, legs wrapping tighter around my waist as I pounded into him.

The new bed creaked loudly beneath us with every deep thrust.

"What do you say we take this to the bathroom?"

Kayden panted, and when he tried to speak, his voice started shaking. "I... you... can take..."