Page 83 of Serpent In White

Drake stands frozen for a moment, arms dangling at his sides. His brow furrows in unease, and I hear a flash break through… weak thoughts growing stronger as he tentatively wraps his arms around Abdiel’s waist.

There there, little mouse. I have you.

“Oh my God…” I whimper, eyes closed, head pressed back into the pillow.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out,” Drake croons through an audible smirk, dragging his lips over my throat while he pulls, then pushes in deeper.

The burn below my waist is so intense, I’m afraid I might pass out. And every time his cock pushes on a certain spot inside me, I see stars.

“You’re so annoying,” I huff a laugh that turns into a moan when he thrusts again, holding my ass tight in his hand, hips rippling against me, slow and steady.

I’m fucking sweating, this is so good. And yes, it’s summer, and we’re inside our new trailer we bought last year, which turns into a sweatbox from June to September. Especially when we’re doing bad things together.

“You love it.” He licks a line over my Adam’s apple, biting my chin before going for my lips.

“I do… I fucking love… fuck, I love your cock in me.” I’m clinging to him like a vine, holding him as close to me as humanly possible.

I want him deeper than deep. I want him to live inside me forever, that’s how utterly amazing it feels.

“I love my cock in you,” he repeats my words on my mouth, picking up the pace.

His hips move faster and harder as he fucks me into oblivion, our tiny bed creaking, the whole damn trailer rocking with his pumps. Drake holds my face, kissing me, groaning in my mouth while harsh breaths escape me into his, my moans mixing up in cries of ecstasy for the impending orgasm.

Every time we do this it’s better than the time before. It took a while for me to warm up to it, after everything that happened. But Drake didn’t mind. He was just there for me, in whatever ways I needed him. As a friend, a brother, or on occasion something like a boyfriend, only not really. It’s hard to explain, but we’ve been living out here for almost two years, and so far, it’s working.

I wasn’t sure in the beginning… That first year was tough, but we made it through.

Together.

Eight months ago, I couldn’t take it anymore. We’d done just about everything else two men could do to each other, within reason of course. Everything but this, which I’d been afraid of for too long.

I woke him up in the middle of the night, pleading with him to fuck me. To erasehimfrom my history and be my first.

Drake was wary initially, because he didn’t want to scare me or hurt me. But it’s Drake. I love him, I trust him, and just thinking about him makes me rock hard.

He eagerly obliged. He lost his virginity to me, and as far as I’m concerned, he took mine. That first time doesn’t count. It was the first time I’d consented to being fucked, and so it was my first time. With Drake… my foster brother.

And we’ve been humping like gay rabbits ever since.

“I’m gonna fucking come,” I whine, wrapping my legs around him to keep him as deep as fucking possible.

“Come for me, beautiful,” he growls, a command if I’ve ever heard one, and it sets me off.

My dick aches out stream after stream, all over the both of us while I gasp and groan, tingles sheeting my entire body.

“Come with me, baby,” I croak, out of breath and hoarse, holding his face before mine so I can look at him while he has an orgasm. For me.

He’s so damn sexy sometimes I can’t stand it.

“Anything for you.” He shivers, the telltale sign he’s about to burst.

And then he takes my lower lip between his, sucking and biting, crying out nonsense into my mouth while his long, beautiful cock swells up inside me, releasing a climax that fills me up. It’s the best feeling on earth, knowing I’ve driven him to this.

That he does this with only me. OnlyImake him feel this way.

Mine.

Drake comes down slowly, kissing my lips and my jaw and my neck, while I lazily trail my fingers up and down his back, touching his muscles, up his neck to the shaved sides of his hair. I remember when I did it for him… when we cut each other’s hair.