Page 78 of The Token Yank

“Fuck,” Rafe said once Eamonn did. Eamonn would never get enough of that warmopening.

“Fuck, your arse feels so good. I can’t wait to pound the fuck out ofit.”

So maybe he couldn’t totally lay off the dirty talk. Eamonn pulled Rafe’s thighs close, slamming his thick cock all the way inside that pinkhole.

“Do you want me to goslow?”

“No. Swingingdoor.”

Eamonn complied. At first, he went a little slow until he felt Rafe unclench and get use to his cock opening him up. He pumped his meat into that opening and shook the kitchen table. He didn’t care. He squeezed Rafe’s nipples as he pummeled his arse. He could feel Rafe tightening aroundhim.

He kept an eye on the swinging door, but what was the worst that could happen? One of his flatmates would see his bum for a second and shut the door? Eamonn mooned them as a first year, so it was nothing they’d never seen before. They would know that he and Rafe were shagging? No surprise there. He and Rafe were locked into a moment, and they weren’t going to stop until they werespent.

Eamonn spread Rafe’s ass wide with his hands and shoved his cock in deeper, down to his balls.God, this feels so fucking good.And watching Rafe lose it without saying a word was the cherry on top.He began jerking off Rafe, his cock hard as a fucking torch. Rafe couldn’t stay still. He was a fish out of water, flopping around on dry land. Eamonn whipped his hand up and down on his shaft until his knuckles were red, as he continued slamming into that wet ass. Rafe held onto the edges of the dining table. His ass practically strangled Eamonn’s cock, and it sent Eamonn over the edge. Rafe didn’t have to say aword.

“Come for me, Rafe,” Eamonn said in a husky whisper, one that was allbass.

Rafe fucked his hand once, twice. White streaks shot across his stomach and chest, just as Eamonn filled his rubber with hotcome.

Silence continued. Eamonn didn’t want to tarnish this moment with chitchat. They didn’t say a word as they got themselves decent. They didn’t say a word when Rafe followed him into his bedroom. They didn’t say a word when they stepped into the shower together and soaped each other down. Their chests slid against each other’s, and their cocks hardened into swordfighting position. But there was no round two of sex. Rafe’s cheek was still sore and in no shape for kissing. So they held each other as water rained down, and Eamonn felt Rafe’s heartbeat echo in his chest. Rafe tilted his head up and his question punctured the beautifulsilence.

“What if Istayed?”