Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

Will. It was a pleasant pain fueled by conquest and submission. He rolled his hips and another inch of his cock pushed deeper into Sinn. He pulled back and thrust again. No more than five. Engorged, stretching the flesh. Keeping Sinn opened to him on every level. He leaned back to study the fusing of prick to ass. He admired the tones of red–stripes across Sinn's ass cheeks, his cock blood-engorged to a purplish hue, the reddish-brown tone of that crease of flesh he penetrated. The black of his glove resting against Sinn's ass.
    He buried another inch into Sinn. He slapped him. A swift, sharp connection. First one cheek, then the other. One on the full, fleshy roundness of a cheek, the other at the descent of roundness morphing into upper thigh.
    "Ahhh!" Sinn cried. Droplets of sweat glistened and collected at the small of his back.
    Another inch found its depth. Almost there, almost home. Almost anchored completely. Pressure built. Will's balls drew up close to his body. He pulled back, and then just as quickly he shoved home–all the way home, tunneling his way in with raw passion, fusing himself up to the balls in delicious Sinn.
    For one moment he lost the ability to breathe.
    "Help me," whimpered Sin. "I have to–I have to–"
    Will reveled in the feel of Sinn's ass surrounding his prick, bearing down on him, sheathing him tight–so tight. Will reached around Sinn's tightly laced prick, so fat, so hot, dripping with need. Slowly, he unlaced him, the thong falling to the floor. He gripped Sinn's prick. Sinn shuddered beneath him. Then slowly he rode him, prick to ass and hand to cock.
    "Now, come for me, baby. Come for me."
    Sinn screamed, a raw sound that filled the room. Will thrust one last time, then exploded, his orgasm an explosion that ripped him open. Sinn's prick, hot and silky, imprinted by the leather thong, veins popping, pulsing.
    "Let go," Will said. Still embedded inside Sinn, he dragged him up from the horse. Like a rag doll, Sinn offered no resistance, so totally claimed by sensation. Will fused him, one arm wrapped around his torso, the other hand wrapped around his prick. His hand rode up the front of his chest, flattened, up toward his neck. When Sinn came, it was an orgasm that rocked his whole body.
    "Ahhhhhh!" Will forced his head back against his shoulder. His channel undulated around Will's cock still buried inside him, like a hand milking him. Just as Will did to Sinn. Milked him as he gushed and gushed his orgasm onto the mat, spurting his seed, wetting Will's glove as he continued to jerk his prick until every last ounce of cum–of emotion had spilled free.
    The only thing holding Sinn up was Will. Slowly, he brought him down to the mat. Slowly, he pulled his softening prick from inside Sinn; he ripped the mask from his eyes and tossed it aside. The man still shuddered in the aftermath of the full body orgasm. Will did not leave him, but sat upon the floor and pulled Sinn into his arms. He dragged off his gloves, then cradled Sinn in his arms; he soothed him and held him close.
    He turned Sinn's head toward him. There was a quietness in his expression. He opened his eyes and gazed up at Will.
    "What did you do to me?"
    Will leaned forward and kissed him softly. Then claimed him more thoroughly. He lifted away.
    "Rest. It will take a while to get your strength back. Close your eyes and rest for a moment."
    Will knew the range of emotions that had to be going through Sinn at the moment. He recalled all too well the first time he'd been taken to such a point. Feeling raw and exposed hardly described the sensations. It wasn't something quickly resolved. Physically he'd recovered quickly, but emotionally it had taken many months to come to some sort of understanding of what he'd experienced. He expected it to be the same for Sinn. Resolution in such matters did not come easily.
    He gazed down at Sinn, stroked his hand across his chest. Sinn's eyes were closed, but Will knew he was not at rest. The experience with Sinn had been more than he'd expected. It had taken more out of him than he thought it would. But what would happen when it was over and Sinn left? Could he bear the separation? Sinn wasn't known for constancy in his lovers. Would tonight be any different?
    He pulled Sinn's head closer to his chest and he waited. Tonight was not over yet and that's the only thing he could be certain of just at the moment. For now, holding Sinn in his arms was enough.
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    Sinn's mind