Page 60 of Pure Silence

You are all mine, just as I belong to you.

Beautiful, Day had said.

Beautiful.

Goldie had never been beautiful before.

Strong, beastly, giant, massive, even handsome or sexy on occasion, but never beautiful. Beautiful was delicate and fragile, something to be treasured and protected and taken care of, and Goldie could be almost anything except for that.

Until now.

Under Day’s firm commands and strong hands, Goldie could be whatever he wanted to be, and yes, he could be beautiful. He could open himself up, give himself over completely, and let Day absolutely worship him. Day would take care of him, and there was literally no doubt that he’d protect him.

Day hadkilledfor him.

Goldie let out a sob, frantically twisting his fingers into the fabric of Day’s sweater. He was flushed, his skin stinging with sweat, and his hole was aching from the relentless slam of Day’s hips. He forced his legs as close to his chest as he could go, pushing down on Day’s cock and yearning for more. The cloud of sensation he was trapped in was suffocating, and he needed release, he needed to come.

“Come to me,” Day demanded breathlessly, “and I will give you my love. I will give all that I have to give.” His nails cut into Goldie’s hips as their bodies collided. He leaned back with a ravenous snarl, punctuating his words with devastating slams. “Now,come to me.”

“Yes.” Goldie grabbed his cock, pumping his hand fast to bring himself off. His chest heaved from the weight of the evening’s pleasure, and he focused every morsel of his attention on the slick thrust of his cock against his palm. The fire was right there, burning bright like a star, and he tensed, every muscle twisting and straining for release. “Ah… ah… oh, God….yes!”

His orgasm sapped his remaining senses, and he let himself go, hips twitching erratically as his cock shot his load across his chest. He was falling, his stomach clenching from the rush, and every fiber of his nervous system convulsed with fireworks. He openly cried, wrung out from so many overwhelming passions, and he kissed Day even as he sobbed, pleading, “Yes, more, please, keep going, keep fucking me, God, yes, yes, yes—”

Day silenced him with his tongue. He was coming, his relentless rhythm shattered into a series of stuttering thrusts. He stuffed himself inside of Goldie, holding there as his cock pulsed. Each thick burst was followed by a hoarse groan, and Day smothered every sweet sound in Goldie’s mouth.

Goldie trembled beneath Day, and his fingers and tongue were numb. Even the tip of his nose was buzzing, and the tremors continued to run from his balls and through his thighs and up his spine. He rocked slowly, trying to drag out the sweet ache for as long as he could before he was finally exhausted. He raked his fingers through Day’s hair, and he kissed him and squeezed his legs around his waist.

Day hummed, a happy sound, and he let the kiss linger until they were both left gasping for air.

“Day,” Goldie murmured. “Wow.”

Day grinned.

Goldie tucked Day’s curls behind his ear and affectionately bumped their noses together. “You were fuckin’ amazing, baby.”

Day snuggled close against Goldie’s chest, whispering, “As were you.” He stroked Goldie’s hip, asking shyly, “Not too much? I didn’t… I didn’t bring harm to you?”

Goldie chuckled heartily. “Well, I’m glad I don’t have to work tomorrow ’cause I dunno if I’m gonna be walking right, but no, I’m fine. Really. I’m more than fine.” He smiled. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“For giving me everything I’ve ever wanted.” Goldie surprised himself with such an honest answer. His heart skipped a beat, and he cradled the side of Day’s face. “For letting me… for letting me be beautiful.”

Day’s smile could have rivaled the sun. “But you are beautiful, my angel.” He leaned in for a soft kiss. “And you’re mine.”

“Yours.” Goldie shifted, wincing slightly as Day’s softening cock dragged inside his tender hole. His neck and lower back also had their own agenda, burning now from the exertion. As the orgasmic fuzz faded, Goldie was faced with the realization that he was going to be a lot more sore than he’d first anticipated.

“What’s wrong?” Day asked.

“Just hurtin’, baby.” Goldie chuckled. “Your angel is an old man with a bad back.”

“I’ll make it better,” Day promised earnestly. “I’ll take care of you.”

“It’s okay.” Goldie swiped his thumb over Day’s cheek. “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to. Been a little while since, you know, I was with someone. I’m all right.”

Day kissed Goldie’s chin. “You must never withhold good from someone who deserves it when it is in your power to do so.”

“Well, if you insist, I guess I’ll just have to take some good.” Goldie paused. “Not that I’m complaining, but, uh, can’t help but notice that you’re talking a mighty bit much. Is that all right? With… your mission?”