Benito dug his fingers into flexed muscle and then slid his hands lower, curving around Mickey’s ripped torso, urging him closer.
Mickey hummed out a low, gravelly moan and dropped his mouth low enough that Benito thought he might kiss him.
He didn’t. He dug his teeth into Benito’s shoulder, fast and sharp, then moved like a snake, snatching Benito from the door, spinning him around, shoving his face against the cheap wood.
Benito laughed. In his right mind, no fucker could ever have pulled that move on him, but Mickey’s bulk behind him felt so good he couldn’t bring himself to feel bad about it. He pushed back, claiming the sensation of Mickey’s entire frame against his—thighs, hips, Mickey’s chest to his back. “You said you’d fuck me.”
“I’m going to.”
“Yeah? Feels like you just wanna play.”
Mickey grabbed the back of Benito’s neck, his hot hand tightening in a bruising grip. “I’m not playing.”
“Prove it.”
“I’m gonna.” Mickey strengthened his hold. His other hand swooped lower, unbuckling Benito’s belt and ripping the buttons from his fly so fast Benito gasped.
Mickey tugged the jeans down Benito’s thighs, taking his underwear along for the ride. Cool air hit Benito’s weeping dick. He was so hard his stomach hurt, every nerve alight, anticipation and longing so sharp it could’ve cut glass.I need him inside me.
Benito shivered. He’d bottomed before, submitted even, but not like this. Not with so muchwantand soul-deep desire for a man he’d just met.
Mickey kicked Benito’s jeans aside and wrestled with his own. He seemed to disappear, then he was back, and his sheathed dick pulsed against the heat of Benito’s bare skin.
Benito shuddered again and fought Mickey’s hold until he could shift freely. He braced himself on the door and let his head drop, stealing himself for the pain of Mickey pressing inside him, but it didn’t come. Not yet. Mickey rubbed soothing hands over Benito’s back, paying special attention to the tender flesh he’d already manhandled, a fleeting kindness that gifted Benito a moment to catch his breath. But Mickey’s cock remained hot and hard, and his hands eventually drifted to where Benito wanted him most, one to his aching dick, the other to his crease, spreading his cheeks.
Cool lube dripped onto Benito’s hole, then probing fingers worked him open.
“I want to slam inside you,” Mickey whispered. “But as much as I like throwing you around, I won’t hurt you.”
Benito hunched his back, a ragged groan escaping him as Mickey’s fingers grazed the sweet spot that made his eyes roll. “You wouldn’t hurt me. I can take it.”
“You don’t need to. I’m gonna save it for when it matters most.”
“Yeah? When’s that?”
“Now.”
Mickey withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the blunt head of his condom-sheathed cock before Benito could blink. He eased inside, inch by inch, filling Benito so entirely his jaw unhinged.
On the door, Benito’s hands curled into fists, short nails digging into his palms. Burning pain spread through him, blooming deep, but he welcomed it, chased it, and pushed back against Mickey with a silent plea for more.
Hearing him, Mickey grunted and pushed in further, burying himself to the hilt. His thighs hit Benito’s, and they fit together like a fucking wet dream.
Another moment of peace passed between them. Benito relaxed and widened his stance while Mickey sucked a bruising bite between his shoulder blades. The twin sensation was mind-blowing, but he still cravedmore.
He pushed back again. “Fuck me.”
Mickey laughed, breathless and dirty. “Who says you get to tell me what to do?”
“I’m not telling you what to do. I’m telling you what you want.”
“Valid.” Mickey drew back, taking his cock with him, then thrust, quickly finding the rhythm he’d promised from the start.
He fucked hard, roaming Benito’s back with rough hands as Benito scrabbled for purchase on the door, absorbing every slam of Mickey inside him with a strangled groan. Pressure and pleasure built, fighting for dominance, and the heat coiling Benito’s gut was unreal. His vision darkened and his veins burned. More heat unfurled and exploded out of his fist as he punched the door.
The outer panel splintered, wood shards digging into Benito’s knuckles.
He welcomed that pain too, but Mickey eased off and pulled out. “Whoa, mate. Let’s not get a massive bill for damages, eh?”