Page 7 of Grind
“You’re averyimpressive man.”
Frank spread his arms with a smirk. “You sure you can handle it?” he said and approached his pretty butterfly, excited to pin him down. He wouldn’t have described Ezra as small. Ros was definitely skinnier, and Dex was shorter, but the elegant way in which Ezra carried himself, the manicured fingers, the pampered face made him seem more breakable. And therefore more precious.
“I can always die trying,” Ezra said with a pretty grin, taking a cautious step closer to Frank, as if he wanted to feel out what was expected of him.
Frank snorted, not bothered that he was naked next to a dressed Ezra. “Handsomeandwitty! I’m getting my money’s worth. Or rather, Paul’s.” He leaned forward, grabbed Ezra by the thighs, and lifted him over one shoulder. Yep. Still had it. Lugging dead bodies did wonders to a man’s physique. He playfully slapped Ezra’s ass as he carried him to bed.
Ezra laughed and put his arms around Frank’s midsection, burying his face in the skin of his back. “What do you do for a living that you can lift methiseasily?”
“Ah, some building jobs,”close enough, “dirty, tiring, but they keep me fit at forty. Not to boast, but I have won a Strongman competition or two.” Frank had to bite back a smile as he set Ezra down on the edge of the mattress.
He’d hooked up with a guy a few months ago, but that had been just a quick blowjob that took the edge off. Ezra might have been paid for his time, but the air between them was alight with lusty sparks. It wasn’t some magical connection of hearts, but Frank was at peace knowing this night would be only about pleasure. A clear-cut situation he didn’t need to overthink.
As much as he wanted to make his partner feel good, there were no expectations he needed to fulfill. This was a night for him to enjoy, so he pushed his nose into Ezra’s soft hair, smelling his shampoo.
“Strongman competitions? That explains why you’re built like you’re about to play a giant in the next big fantasy show,” Ezra whispered, squeezing Frank’s pec as if he couldn’t believe its size. “I bet you dress up as the Minotaur for Halloween, rounding up all the prettiest boys.”
Frank chuckled, relaxing into the compliments. He got them sometimes, but they were never this creative. “Only one making mehornyat the moment. Hm? Too cheesy?” he asked when Ezra snort-laughed. The sound he made was so cute Frank didn’t even rush to undress him and instead tickled him under the ribs, successfully eliciting it again.
“Never too early for the dad jokes, Mr. Forty,” Ezra chuckled, opening his thighs in invitation. His plump lips were right there, like two pieces of a plum Frank could suck on forever without them ever losing their sweet flavor.
“I don’t have kids, dumbass. I’m super gay.” He dove in for a kiss as he let his hands open the only button of Ezra’s shirt. He would gorge on this boy all night, and the stupid jokes only put him more at ease, as they made Ezra more human, and less of an untouchable beauty.
“Supergay, really?” Ezra asked, opening his eyes wide, as if he were surprised. “What does that entail?” He was getting bolder with his touch and petted Frank’s hair before massaging his scalp with his fingertips.
“Never been with a woman. Never even been curious. These are the only titties I’m interested in,” Frank said and lowered his lips to one of Ezra’s nipples, which had already perked up and was sweet as a piece of pink candy. “I also love giving head,” he murmured against the fragrant skin.
Ezra arched under him, gasping as he squeezed Frank’s arms. “Ooh... and you top or—”
It sounded as if his professional mask slipped for a moment, and it made Frank smile. He could sense Ezra relaxing in his presence, and their flirting was sparking fires under his skin.
“Oh, Itop. I just like to give pleasure. If you let me, I’ll make you squirm. Turns me on so much to see a guy lose control. So don’t be shy in telling me what works for you, ‘cause that’s whatIwant, that’s what makes my dick hard.” Frank pressed his cheek between the pecs just to enjoy the sound of Ezra’s heart beating faster. They were definitely getting somewhere.
“I like the sound of that. And that you’re so big and can move me around so easily,” Ezra whispered, letting his hands roam over Frank’s back. It felt as if he wanted to learn its texture by heart as Frank smelled the peppery fragrance on his body.
Frank took his time running his hands up and down Ezra’s sides. He was mostly smooth, but there was a treasure trail going down from his navel that Frank couldn’t wait to explore all that awaited him where it ended. There was always an element of discovery with a new dick. Would it be big? Small? Curved? He couldn’t wait to suck it and feel Ezra stiffen with pleasure.
In sex, he took his time and expressed a side of himself he usually kept hidden, because in real life, he needed to get shit done, and being soft about it got a man nowhere. But in bed, especially with a man like Ezra, in a place as safe as this room, he could let the walls come down. Even if in some fucked up scenario Paul planted cameras somewhere, what would the point of those be? Frank was out and had no shame about fucking.
He dismissed the intrusive thought as his brain playing mind games with him when he had all this beauty in front of him to cherish and enjoy.
“I’m more than happy to manhandle you a little,” he said with a smile as he opened Ezra’s belt. “But I don’t like force.” Bondage was about something else for him. About his partner giving up control and leaving the choice of pleasure up to Frank.
But not every kind of sex had to happen with every partner.
His new lover gave the sweetest sigh as his hard cock rubbed Frank’s hand through the fabric. Amber eyes captured Frank’s brown ones, and in a moment of excitement so high everything beyond their immediate surroundings ceased to exist, Ezra’s voice sounded loud as thunder. “I can be your plaything. Pleasure me.”
He tuned into Frank’s needs and understood them. It filled Frank with both excitement and relief. Tonight, he’d have his birthday cake and eat it, no fucking coupons required. He pulled Ezra’s pants down along with his underwear without teasing him much longer. They’d be coming more than once tonight anyway.
As Frank dragged Ezra’s pants to his ankles, his eyes went straight for his prize, and he was thrilled to find Ezra’s cock hard and arching up to meet his lips.
Rising from a bed of trimmed hair, it was symmetrical, like the rest of him, and perfectly in proportion to his body. Frank was starting to wonder if this wasn’t all a dream, but when Ezra leaned in and captured Frank’s lips, teasing them with his minty tongue, it became clear that even the best of dreams couldn’t possibly be this hot, this touchable. Now that they were close, he could sense the gentlest scrape of stubble where Ezra seemed perfectly smooth, and there was a scar on the right side of his abdomen. So he wasn’t a marble sculpture after all.
Frank had to give it to Paul that it would be hard to top a birthday gift like this.
“No condoms for head?” he whispered, teasing Ezra with his tongue hovering above the cockhead. Ah, the flush on those angular cheeks couldn’t be faked.
The dark lashes fluttered, revealing the eyes Frank itched to make ever less focused as this evening progressed. “Um... I’m on PrEP. Everything was clear when I got tested last week, so it’s up to you,” he rasped, but the drop of pre-cum rolling from the slit on his cock told Frank what his lover wanted. He was fully hard now, and the cherry-red tip of his dick looked like the tastiest of lollipops.