Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 5

sending Devon's head back into the pillow.
    The kiss was raw and needy, with no kindness or respect involved, just lusty passion that Scott feared would eat away at him if he didn't meld himself with Devon. Devon's left hand tried to wiggle between their bodies, but Scott was having none of it. He shoved it up and over Devon's head, securing it alongside Devon's right hand, and then peered down into Devon's face.
    "Wanna fuck you, Dev," he said, sucking Devon's bottom lip between his teeth. He nipped at it, tasting the tell-tale metallic flavor of blood before swiping the wetness away with his tongue. Devon groaned but remained silent. "But I'm not going to."
    Letting out another deep groan, Devon struggled to free his hands, still held firmly against the mattress. "Fuck me," he hissed.
    His body surged up when Scott gyrated his hips, rubbing and grinding their dicks together while his mouth slammed down on Devon's again. The friction was hot to the point of being painful so Scott let up a little, moving his hips and groin slower over Devon's body.
    "Goddamn," Devon hissed. "Feels so good. Let me go, Scott."
    Scott stopped his movement, his cock protesting by leaking a thin string of pre-come onto Devon's dick. "No touching," he said. He fisted a chunk of Devon's hair before tilting back his head and pressing down on his dick again. "Promise."
    Devon nodded, eyes dark with lust. Scott released Devon's hands, pleased when they moved immediately to his back and not between their bodies. He wanted control and he was going to have it.
    "Are you gonna fuck me?"
    "No. I like this just fine." He rolled his hips, Devon's hands gripping the cheeks of his ass and pressing their bodies impossibly closer together. "Complaints?"
    Devon answered with a growl and a kiss, biting at Scott's lips while they rutted together, bodies moving as one, dicks gliding and slipping over each other with an exchange of pre-come. Devon shifted his legs further apart, lifting and wrapping them around Scott's waist as their movements became less rhythmic, more stuttered, panicked, desperate.
    The kiss ended, but their mouths stayed together, barely touching, heavy breaths of lust and need mingling together in hot bursts of air. Devon's fingers dug painfully into Scott's ass and he tilted his head back before his body ceased moving and a rush of fluid splashed against Scott's belly. His redoubled his efforts, flattening his body between Devon's thighs before moving his head to the crook of Devon's neck and shoulder. He nipped at the sweaty flesh, enjoying the feel of Devon's legs wrapped around him. He slid his body again and again against Devon's until his cock finally pulsed and released.
    Devon held him tight through the aftershocks, one hand moving to slide up and down over Scott's back. Scott struggled for breath, his hips still rutting on top of Devon until there was no more energy to be found. He let his body go limp, winding one hand behind Devon's neck, fingers twisting in the damp strands of his hair. Devon's legs dropped from around his waist. He pressed a soft kiss to Scott's face, mumbled something that sounded like "gotta get clean" or "gotta come clean" then relaxed back into sleep.
    Scott wasn't sure if Devon wanted him to clean them both up or if he'd said something else entirely, and he was too damn tired and spent to care. He shifted his body a little to the side, feeling the sticky drag of come gluing their skin together as he pulled the blanket over them both before repositioning himself with his head on Devon's chest. When Devon's arms automatically wrapped around Scott's back, he kissed the spot where Devon's heart pounded inside his chest and let the insistent waves of exhaustion carry him off.
    ****
    Scott was contentedly doing his stalker routine, sitting on the edge of the bed while Devon snuffled and snorted himself awake. He was definitely more worse for wear than most mornings; dark shadows underlining his puffy still-unopened eyes, hair sticking up everywhere as if it had been in a fight with a bottle of gel—or maybe a tube of lube—and definitely lost. Scott suppressed a chuckle when one red-rimmed brown eye managed to crack open and gaze painfully at him.
    "Good morning, Sunshine." Sometimes his mother's annoying clichés did the job, especially when he was trying to annoy or tease. "Want me to open the blinds a little? Let in some real sunshine?"
    "Fuck no," Devon growled. "Feels like someone was using my skull