Page 46 of His Country

Ethan ripped his boxers. They split as he tore them off, reaching for the coconut oil before they even hit the ground. The plastic cap spun off, flying somewhere in the room. He only slowed down long enough to slick his dick, giving Aiden a show. Preening a little at the way Aiden’s mouth dropped.

He’d seen his dick before. Touched it, even. But it looked so good in this light, arcing toward his belly, long with that prominent vein Aiden still hadn’t gotten his tongue on. It looked nearly as painful as Aiden’s.

“I don’t have a condom,” he said with a tight jaw.

Aiden felt hysterical. If Ethan stopped now, his dick would explode. “Fuck your condom and fuck you. If you think you’re going to stop, I’ll crush you under the harvester. Try me. I swear to?—”

Ethan jerked him closer and then he was pressing in. He yelped as the blunt head of his cock popped through his lubed hole, his entire body shuddering at the pressure that he’d grown to love.

“One of these days,” Ethan said, eyes flashing as he watched his dick sink into Aiden. “I’m going to break that bratty mouth of yours. Going to use my fingers. Bring you to the edge so many times you’ll be crying for my cock, my mouth, my fingers.Anything. And I’m not going to give it to you. Just going to make you squirm until you finally learn what that mouth is really for.”

His cock spurted pre so hard it splashed against his bellybutton, his mind conjuring so many images that went with the pleasure slowly spreading throughout his body.

Ethan’s fingers dug into his thigh. “Scream for me, baby.” Then he snapped his hips, bottoming out.

Aiden screamed.

He moaned.

He whined.

He made noises he didn’t have a name for, his body spasming as Ethan began railing him. All traces of hesitation were gone. The only thing louder than Aiden was the slapping of their bodies and the squelch of lube.

Pressure and pleasure bloomed in tandem, lurching every time Ethan found that sensitive spot and abused it, slamming into it without mercy. Aiden’s legs flopped where they were up around Ethan’s hips, his head tilted back as he fell headlong into sensations he couldn’t describe.

He thought Ethan might be talking, but it didn’t matter what he said. The way he fucked him was juxtaposed with the gentle way he held Aiden, holding him in place one moment and stroking him the next, like he was trying to rile him up with one thrust and soothe him with the other.

At some point he opened his eyes, blinking away wetness to see the way Ethan’s body undulated as he thrust into him, the strength and precision with which he brought him pleasure. And then their eyes met.

Ethan was watching him, eyes burning. Not with lust, or at least not just lust. There was something else there. Something tender. It lay underneath, a quiet simmer in the face of everything else. He took both Aiden’s hands, squeezing them tightly. Like he was afraid he’d lose him if he let go.

It was that that sent him hurdling into his orgasm.

Back bowed, a wave of pleasure poured through him, searing his veins and erupting out of every pore in his body. It crackled across his skin from his fingertips to his toes. Cum splattered across his belly and chest as he cried out, lights dazzling across the backs of his lids. Above him, Ethan grunted into a shout, hilting himself as he followed Aiden in coming.

He hardly noticed the heat spreading through him as they collapsed. Ethan’s breath roiled across his temple, harsh and quick in tandem with the flutter of his lashes.

Aiden felt weightless, anchored only by the grip Ethan had on his hands. Palms together, fingers intertwined, he wondered if he would ever be able to let go. The afterglow hummed along his skin, little aftershocks of pleasure bursting though the haze in his mind like static shocks.

With a groan, Ethan pushed himself up, just far enough that Aiden could see the sweat glistening at his temples. He wondered if it was normal to want to lick it.

Maybe he had a licking thing.

“Are you okay?” Ethan asked, his eyes scanning Aiden’s face like he could read his thoughts if he stared hard enough.

“No,” he huffed, grabbing Ethan as panic filled the post-orgasmic galaxies swirling in his eyes. “You’re crushing me.”

Ethan’s mouth twisted in that smug smile of his. “I didn’t hear you complaining before.”

“Yeah, well, I am now.” He winced as Ethan pulled out, trying to figure out if he was grossed out or aroused by the mix of lube and cum dribbling out of his ass. Ethan noticed his discomfort.

“I could take care of that for you,” he offered, slipping his fingers from Aiden’s hand. His fingers ached, a little like when he spent the day throwing bales. Flexing them, he looked down to see if his hand looked any different. If Ethan had branded him. He didn’t think he’d mind if he had.

“There are towels in the—what are you doing?” Aiden snapped, catching Ethan before he ducked down between his legs.

“Cleaning you out,” he said around the tongue hanging over his kiss swollen lips.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He shoved him back with a foot to his chest. Ethan leered at him lecherously, kissing the bones of his ankle.