Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

stroke, stretching the shaft before closing his fist around the tip.
    "Ahh… fuck, Casey," Jared panted, actually breathless and the look he gave Casey was just as demanding as if he'd been off the ties and holding Casey down. Blue eyes traced lower to Casey's lips before flashing back up and there was a kiss so soft and luring it almost made Casey cream the inside of his tracks.
    "Give in just a little, Jared. It's not that bad." Casey grinned at the snort he got from Jared, but the words that followed were enough to express just what he'd wanted to hear.
    "A little? No one comes even close to you, not your hands or your mouth or your body. How's that for comparison?" Jared didn't sound like someone forced to give credit, just someone who was past the point of thinking with his brain and the twitching inside Casey's hand was more than emphasizing just how in need Jared actually was.
    "I think it'll do," Casey said and gave what was asked for in not so many words.
    The shape of Jared's fit Casey's mouth just perfectly, filling him when he took it all in. Slowly, inch by inch, his hand still cupped around the sack underneath. Casey pulled back just as slowly, sucking the tip between his lips before he broke loose with a wet pop, devouring the taste of Jared's pre-cum in his mouth.
    Casey pressed his hand on the length and pushed it against Jared lower belly before dipping down, licking his way from the base to the tip, swirling his with tongue and sucking with his lips, craving for every breath of pleasure that escaped Jared. They all built up in his head, moans and breaths, some shaky some sharp, until Casey dwelled in those sounds, wordlessly pleading to hear more, and the more he took in, the more he got out.
    Casey tucked Jared's jeans lower to reveal more naked skin and released his hold on Jared's cock to go lower with his hand, caressing the length and the sack underneath the shaft, rubbing every spot of skin on his way down, until he felt the smoothness under the twinset. Soft skin, tender and exposed and he rubbed that spot with his thumb in slow, gentle circles before pushing against the skin, teasing the tender spot inside Jared, and the harder he pushed, the louder Jared was. No longer sudden or composed, but given in and just taking what was offered.
    Casey lapped his tongue against the head of Jared's cock before taking in the whole length of him, the tip finally hitting the back of his throat and twitching when he rubbed his thumb against Jared's skin harder, almost too hard for it to even feel good, but it did. Good enough to make Jared jerk up with his hips and curse out loud, and every time Casey pulled back and went back down, he rubbed that spot, straining another moan out of Jared.
    Apparently Jared no longer cared whether or not he would get his shoulders dislocated, because the more Casey pushed, the faster Jared moved. The harder Casey sucked, the harder Jared pushed in, until it had little to do with Casey putting his mouth on Jared but simply Jared fucking his mouth. So he went with it, relaxed his neck and his throat, allowing Jared to be just as intense and hard as he always was and like always, Casey loved every second of it. He only missed the feel of Jared's fingers curled in fists around his hair, slight pain that came with it and the feel of ease when it was gone.
    The release came with a hard push, Jared's sperm filling Casey's mouth and throat, probably spilling between his lips, Jared's voice loud and strained when he moaned what felt like eternity before his hips no longer moved and his voice was only a fast panting. Casey licked Jared's cock, one that was already softening and soon too tender to be touched. When he pulled back, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand while dropping his hands from Jared, he looked at the man sitting in front of him, head thrown back, chest heaving, completely comfortable even while being tied down, and all Casey felt in that moment was disgust. All he had in him was hate and anger and disappointment and sadness. Towards himself, not Jared, because this was just how easy it was every time. How easily he gave in. How little he cared for his own pride when it came to pleasing someone else.
    Pathetic, really. Just pathetic.
    Casey packed Jared back into his jeans; simply because he was afraid he might do something completely stupid if his favorite joystick would be on display like that, and got up from the floor.
    "Not that bad at all…" Jared