Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

licked his own bottom lip and shivered as Shon's eyes traced the arc of his tongue, "as you come, hard, inside me."
    Shon stared Augie down, all humor gone from his face. His eyes were hungry, dark with lust, like the internal fire had just raged out of control. Augie was pinned by Shon's stare more than by the hands still holding him captive. He saw the warrior, and a flare of danger went through Augie. Shon's face was calculating, unattached, shielded. Shon parted his lips to respond but instead exhaled long and slow and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. Augie realized he was unconsciously mimicking the movement. Shon's eyes slid to Augie's mouth. "You are going to be trouble, August Slade," Shon growled.
    Augie's dick went rock hard with the words. There was an unhinged desire in the shaking of Shon's voice, the tensing of his body around Augie's, and the tightening of his fingers around Augie's wrists. Shon was on the edge of losing control. Augie smiled slowly and pulled his shoulders back, exposing his neck, and pressed his cock against Shon's. He arched back until Shon was forced to move with him. He shifted his hips until the head of his straining cock pushed past his waistband and then closed his eyes and tilted his chin, offering himself. "I hope so."
    Shon growled something in another language, let go of Augie's wrists, and pushed Augie's sweats to the floor. He grabbed Augie's ass and lifted him until his legs were around Shon's waist. He pushed Augie against the wide, wooden pole set in concrete which anchored the center of the tent. Augie was naked, the cool slide of the pole pressing into his spine. Shon kept one hand on Augie's ass, balancing him against the pole, and used his other hand to frantically undo the button on his pants and push his fatigues off his hips. They caught on Shon's muscled thighs, his legs spread wide. Shon's cock fell heavily into the crease between Augie's hip and thigh. Shon returned his other hand to Augie's ass and thrust against him, rutting together as Augie fumbled with the buttons of Shon's uniform shirt.
    "Pocket," Shon ground out and tipped his head to the left breast of his shirt. Augie felt the telltale bulge through the thick cloth.
    "This standard issue for the Tanzania military?"
    "I'm private security now."
    "I heard. My badass Maasai has gone corporate."
    Shon laughed, lowered his head, and sucked at Augie's neck. Augie let out a low moan and rolled his head back against the pole. Shon's lips kissed under Augie's ear, pulling his earlobe into his mouth, his breath warm against the slight chill of the breeze. The glint in Shon's eyes was mischievous. "I still fuck like a Maasai, like a lion. Agile. Powerful. A conqueror."
    Augie rolled his eyes and laughed, trying to sputter out a reply equally awful, but he was distracted by the harsh snap of Shon's hips. He forced the two of them together, almost painfully. Augie popped the remaining buttons open and wrapped Shon in his arms, connecting them from groin to collarbone.
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    Shon hissed at the touch of skin. This had always been his favorite part of their nights together. The moment they were finally skin to skin, the dusting of dark blond hair on Augie's torso rubbing across Shon's bare chest. With nothing between them, their physical differences were striking, beautiful, electrifying.
    Augie grabbed the lube and condom out of Shon's shirt pocket. He dripped the lube onto both of them, slicking Shon's thick length. Shon arched back, thrusting against Augie, pushing him back into the pole. Augie swept his thumb over the head of Shon's dick. Shon groaned, leaned in, and kissed at Augie's neck. He thrust into Augie's hand, wanting more, needing more of his smoothness and heat. With Augie's legs wrapped around Shon's waist, the word dangerous took on a whole new meaning. Shon could get lost in this man and had already fallen more than he knew Augie was ready to hear.
    Augie continued to tease at Shon's slit, sliding his thumb around the head, running his hand from base to tip. Augie's hands were softer than Shon's—desk job, academics, hours of piano—and the last eight months had been torture every time Shon touched himself with his overly calloused hands. He would lie in bed and imagine the silken, sensual slide of Augie's palm against his flesh. Now that it was real, Shon's entire body responded to that hand. The curl of long, practiced fingers teased at his dick, a slow, agonizing build. The desire to