Page 98 of The Token Yank

He stood at the edge of the bed. “Actually, there’s something I want todo.”

Eamonn cocked aneyebrow.

“I want to…well, rimyou.”

Eamonn’s mouth perked up in the hottest smile, which was such a relief toRafe.

“You are socheeky.”

He flipped onto his stomach and arched his back. Rafe had long admired Eamonn’s ass. He’s watched it walk away from him in the bathroom or get covered with boxer-briefs when Eamonn got dressed. Now it was in front of him in its smooth, muscular glory. Rafe got on the bed and spread Eamonn apart, finding his pink hole. He pressed his tongue against theopening.

“Fuck. Eat that fucking ass, mate.” Even on all fours, Eamonn still had control of thesituation.

Rafe rimmed Eamonn, feeling those firm cheeks in his hand and the taste of musk and sweat in his mouth. Eamonn moaned his approval. His balls and cock hung heavy just below. Rafe licked those,too.

“That’s right. Tongue thoseballs.”

Rafe pushed through the ring of muscle and played with his tight hole. With a free hand, he stroked Eamonn’s hard cock. Eamonn let out a string of expletives, allpositive.

“You taste fucking amazing,” Rafesaid.

Eamonn sat up and turned around, putting his cock right in Rafe’s face. Rafe was so horned up from the rimming that right away, he took Eamonn to his base. He gagged, and Eamonn had to pull out after a second, but it was worthit.

“Take that prick,” Eamonn commanded with a lustydrawl.

Rafe sucked and stroked his uncut cock, remembering their lessons. Eamonn lightly threaded his fingers through his hair, knowing exactly how much pressure to give. They both felt a sense of time evaporating and need desperately pulling them together. The time for foreplay was over. He deep-throated Eamonn one last time and savored the final taste of his dick filling up hismouth.

He lay on the bed, and Rafe straddled him. His thick cock rubbed against Rafe’s hole. Rafe ran his hands over his chest. Rafe felt some power being on top, king of themountain.

Eamonn plunged two lubed-up fingers insidehim.

“Eamonn,” Rafe said, trying to mask the want and hurt strangling his throat as the Brit enteredhim.

“Notears.”

They made love that night in a fever dream of longing and fear. Eamonn didn’t let Rafe go, not even when he fucked him. He grabbed his thighs, then sat up and hugged him close. His arms were bungee cords around Rafe, holding him tight against his sweaty chest as he thrust into his opening. Eamonn’s hair fell in his eyes, and he had this intense, almost wounded look etched in hisface.

“Fuck me harder,” Rafe said. He wanted Eamonn deep inside him, filling him up completely, digging his hard fingers into hisback.

Eamonn fucked the life out of Rafe, pounding his ass and giving him the cock he so badly wanted. He rested his forehead againstRafe’s.

“Rafe.” He thought it was sweat that glistened on Eamonn’s face, but it was saltytears.

He threw Rafe on his back and hovered over him. Their slicked-up chests slid over one another. He didn’t look away from Rafe. His stare was a tractor beam Rafe couldn’t wiggle freefrom.

Rafe knew when Eamonn was coming. He knew the shocks and shifts of his body tensing up, of the pained moans he emitted. Rafe wasn’t far behind, grunting as his balls drew up, ready forrelease.

Eamonn interlocked his fingers with Rafe’s as theycame.

Connected.

* * *

After they showered togetherone final time, they spent the rest of the night, or rather early morning, watching old episodes ofThe I.T. Crowdon Eamonn’s bed, since his monitor was still set up. Just as Rafe was about to fall asleep in Eamonn’s arms, his phone alarm wentoff.

Time’sup.

“It’s four already?” Eamonnasked.