Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

grinning.
    Grabbing the lube, he poured a generous amount onto his fingers. He tossed the tube aside and lowered his index finger to Kyle's clenching hole and slid the digit inside. Sighing, he enjoyed the intimate feel of opening his mate, readying him for his cock. He brushed Kyle's gland every few strokes, and it took less than a minute for the man under him to begin to writhe.
    "Now," Kyle panted. "Please now."
    Taking in the half-lidded, passion-glazed expression on his Adelfi Psychi's face, he couldn't deny either of them any longer. Damian lined up his dick and slid all the way home with one, firm stroke. His body shuddered as Kyle swallowed him in tight, sucking heat.
    "My Adelfi Psychi , my heart, my mate," he babbled as he settled into a quick thrust and retreat rhythm.
    "Yes, yours," Kyle moaned, lifting his hips, searching for that perfect angle.
    Damian didn't disappoint his man. He scooped up Kyle's legs, settling them into the curve of his arms as he leaned close. He almost folded the man in half as he began drilling into him. It never ceased to amaze Damian at his human's amazing flexibility. Then Kyle clamped his anal muscles down on his cock and all thought stopped.
    A low growl of need rolled up through his chest, and he slammed into the man beneath him again and again. He lowered one hand to Kyle's cock, loving the way the thick, hard organ fit in his palm, soft velvet over hard steel. As he jerked his Adelfi Psychi's dick, Kyle spurred him on with nails that bit deep into his shoulders and a litany of muttered words that Damian's pleasure soaked brain couldn't begin to decipher. His balls pulled tight with pleasure as tingles danced up and down his spine.
    He felt the warm pulse of cum soak between them just as Kyle's rectum clamped down on his cock, squeezing his orgasm from him. Damian growled out his pleasure as he buried his cock deep one last time and let the warm, heady waves of endorphins roll over him, his dick spurting streams of seed inside his beloved.
    When he could remember how to move, Damian carefully lowered his lover's legs. Both of them groaned as his softening cock slid from Kyle's ass. Damian leaned down and pecked a gentle kiss to Kyle's lips. "I'll be right back," he whispered.
    His steps were unsteady as he made his way to the master bath and cleaned himself up. He warmed a clean cloth and returned to Kyle. He paused to stare at his man, admiring the strong lines, the toned muscles, and the now-flaccid cock lying against his thigh. Kyle cracked open an eye and smiled. He held out a hand and Damian went to him, settling next to him on the large bed.
    After cleaning him up, he pulled Kyle close and kissed the top of his head. "Get some rest, my heart."
    "Mmm, I love you," Kyle muttered, firmly wrapping an arm around Damian's chest.
    "And I love you," he whispered back. He listened to Kyle's breathing even out as sleep took its hold over his lover.
    His beloved human had had a difficult day. He'd learned some hard truths about the world, and Damian felt quite certain that Kyle still didn't completely believe everything. But he would. Especially after his father's visit tomorrow. And Damian knew they'd find a way to work everything out, together.
    Kissing Kyle's brow, he gently eased away from the sleeping man, hating the necessity of it, but he needed to know if Darius still lurked in his home. Damian slipped from the room on silent feet. He found his brother sipping a cup of tea in the front room, his gaze riveted to the dark waters of the bayou beyond their deck. Damian strode over to stand next to him, joining him in staring out into the night.
    Darius broke the silence first. "Your Adelfi Psychi is resting?"
    "He is. This has been stressful on him," Damian stated.
    "It could get worse before it gets better."
    Damian didn't like his younger brother's prediction, but it would be foolish to discount the possibility. "You are welcome to the spare bedroom. The sheets are clean."
    After a nod of acknowledgement, Damian turned away, intent on returning to his sleeping lover. Darius caught up with him in the hall. "I'm sorry he had to find out this way."
    Damian looked at Darius and shook his head. "This isn't your fault. It's mine. I should have told him years ago." He shrugged. "We are a couple. We'll get through this." He said the words with confidence he didn't yet completely feel, but if Darius sensed his doubts, he had the good grace not to say anything.
    After a quiet