Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 2

completion. Lyle's words vanished, guilt vanished, as Seth slowly began to stroke his body, trailing his hands around Kent's shoulders and back, dipping low to his abdomen. Kent couldn't move, thought erased, his arousal painfully hard and dripping.
    "Get unclothed and come to the fire," Seth whispered in Kent's ear. He moved away, Kent's gaze riveted as Seth took off his clothes, revealing his own engorged erection. It was long, thicker than Kent's; Seth's balls swung heavy as he slowly walked to the fire pit. Kent licked his lips, using everything he had to avoid touching himself and coming right there at the very sight.
    Seth turned, smiling and looking over his shoulder, the firelight making his green eyes shine. "Aren't you coming?"
    Kent moved stiffly, removing the rest of his clothing as he neared the warmth of the fire. He stood naked, hard, and panting, drinking in the sight of Seth.
    Seth embraced him, his arms curling around Kent's back, pulling him close. The kiss was different than before— passionate, deeper, with a taste of fulfillment as well as promise. Their lips melded together, Seth's hands massaging, drawing Kent closer and pulling him down to sit in Seth's lap.
    Kent fervently kissed him back, saliva running down his chin as he licked and slid his tongue around Seth's, stopping only to draw quick breaths. His hands trailed over Seth's body, tracing every muscle, every contour, memorizing with touch, trails of heat traveling from his fingertips to his body as he explored the other man.
    Seth broke the kiss with a groan as Kent moved his hands downward and threw back his head and panted when Kent touched his thick shaft. With a hand on his back, Seth guided Kent toward a horizontal position. The cold ground was gritty against his back, but it didn't matter. Kent sighed, tilting his head up and kissing Seth's neck eagerly as the other man leaned over him, Seth's hands always moving. The muscles in Kent's thighs tensed over and over with shocks of pleasure as Seth's fingers drew closer. His erection throbbed, nearly painful, and he thrust against Seth's hand and gasped.
    Seth grinned, green eyes flickering in the firelight, and lust flared in Kent as the other knight slowly stroked his own shaft. The image would be burnt into Kent's brain forever.
    Seth leaned down, his tongue leaving wet trails on Kent's nipples and stomach. Kent couldn't help it; the ground pulled at his back as he writhed under the other man, precum dripping onto his stomach. "Seth, please…"
    Seth's hot lips met his again, Kent allowing the thick tongue to plunder his mouth. Seth's breathing quickened, a rhythmic rushing in Kent's ears that mixed with his own, and warmth suffused him as the other man's body melded against his, his friend's—no, his lover's—shaft hot against his own. Kent moaned, helpless at the sensations, the scent of arousal and sweat spicing his nose. For a time, the only sounds that filled the cave were of two men groaning and of skin against skin.
    Kent shuddered, the tightness building, and began to gasp.
    Seth stopped then, pulling his body away, the head of his erection pink with arousal, his eyes lidded and his hair matted with sweat. "You know how it's done?"
    Kent breathed deep, swallowing down his disappointment at the sudden lack of contact. He had been so close. "I can imagine," he replied and with a smooth movement pulled Seth down on top of him again, desperately craving what he had been terrified of only a day ago. He growled in annoyance as Seth got off of him again, disentangling himself with a laugh and beginning to rifle through their bags.
    Kent sat up with a growl. "What are you... oh." Seth smiled, his face an alluring red as he held up a small bottle of the oil that they usually used to polish their armor.
    "I'm going to show you how it's really done between two men," Seth said, panting hard. His heavy breathing matched Kent's, who nodded.
    "Look here then." Seth put a dollop of it into his palm, rubbing it onto his own erection and onto his fingers, creating a slick sound. Kent swallowed hard at the sight of Seth touching himself. Another image that he would never forget. It was so much better than the dreams.
    Seth's cock and hands gleamed with the lubricant as he pulled a blanket from the pack, laying it down behind Kent. "Lie down," he whispered, his hands warm and slippery as he guided Kent onto his back. The blanket smelled of Seth, and Kent breathed deeply, anxiety mixing