Breathing hard, Benito stood tall and turned around, getting his first look at Mickey in all his naked glory. His thighs were perfection, and his cock was every bit as thick and long as it had felt.I want to suck him dry.
Mickey smirked, as if he’d heard every thought that passed through Benito’s galloping mind. “Get on the bed.”
“Make me.”
“Yeah? Still on that?”
“Aren’t you?”
Mickey moved fast again, but Benito was ready for him, and they spun around and around until they hit the bed and tumbled down, rolling and rolling until Benito gave into the desperate need to have Mickey inside him.
He let Mickey force him onto his belly and then up to his hands and knees. Mickey knelt behind him, smoothed more lube on his dick, and tossed the metal bottle from the cabinet onto the bed within Benito’s reach. “I’ll tell you when you need them.”
Benito eyed the bottle.Poppers. He hadn’t used them in ages, not since the last time he’d bottomed more than a year ago, and his head spun thinking of the heady rush they’d bring with Mickey driving into him.
This is a fucking trip.
A train he didn’t want to get off.
Trembling, he swiped the bottle and clenched his hand around it, tracking Mickey’s movements behind him, sensing him drawing closer before he slid his electric palms over Benito’s hips with another soothing sweep. The calm before the barrelling storm.
Mickey’s thick cock breached Benito again, rougher this time, faster.
“Fuck.” Benito rocked forward with the impact, falling to his chest.
Mickey covered him with his body and slammed inside him, a jackhammer of pleasure that drove every coherent thought from Benito’s brain, over and over and over.
His body burned.
His cock throbbed.
Benito fisted himself and squeezed, but the double-edged pressure scared him.Too much. Too much. Too much.
He let go and hid his face in the unfamiliar sheets, muffling the crazed sounds that fell from him.
Mickey slowed his pace and found Benito’s hands. He pulled them behind Benito’s back and held them firm at the base of his spine as he tugged Benito upright, gripping his face to look at him. “You need to come. I can feel it, man.”
Benito choked out a laugh. “Psychic, are you?”
“Nah, I just know how it feels to be all pent-up and shit. You wanna go hard?”
Pent-up. Benito filed the analysis away for later. With Mickey’s cock buried deep inside him, he couldn’t think straight enough to ponder it now.
He pushed back against Mickey, absorbing Mickey’s murmured groan like it was his own, and his gaze fell on Mickey’s mouth. He was smirking, like he seemed to have been since they’d met, but there was still something else—a hunger that mirrored the desperate, clawing need that smothered Benito.I want to—
Mickey’s lips crashed to Benito’s before the thought completed, his kiss as consuming as every other thing about him. He swept his tongue into Benito’s mouth, plundering, exploring, stealing breath, all the while still driving his cock home.
So fucking good.
Entranced,Benito moaned and kissed Mickey back, barely registering the fact that he’d just broken the one rule he had about rando hook-ups—no kissing. In fact, he rarely kissedanyoneanyway, never cared enough to bother, but Mickey was doing something to his brain. His kiss was bruising, biting, and yet somehow hypnotic. Benito couldn’t stop. He fused his lips to Mickey’s, groaning into the smash of lips, tongues, and teeth, only breaking away when he ran out of breath.
He still clutched the poppers tight in his fist. Mickey nodded. “Now.”
Panting, Benito dropped forward again and unscrewed the bottle. The dizzying chemical scent of nitrates hit him, and his brain swam, already bracing for the giddying haze.
He brought the bottle to his nose and inhaled, sucking the fumes deep into his lungs.
For a long moment nothing changed. Then the rush came like a crashing wave. His pulse snowballed, nought to a hundred miles an hour in a split second, pounding in his ears, clattering his ribcage. A fresh layer of sweat burst free over every inch of his skin, and Mickey’s cock pulsed inside him, surging and igniting an unbearable pleasure that swept every facet of Benito’s body, searing every nerve in its path.