Page 87 of Fallen Hearts
“Yes,” Derek moaned as he sipped both arms around Patrick. “There we go, baby…yes…you feel so good.”
His thrusts grew faster, deeper, as their passion escalated. Both boys whimpered, moaned, shouted out their pleasure and ecstasy. Just when Patrick was sure Derek would take him all the way, Derek stopped briefly and had Patrick turn onto his back.
“I want to look at you,” he panted. “Hold you, kiss you.”
“Huh!” Patrick gasped when Derek pushed inside him again and wrapped him in his arms, crushing his mouth in a fiery kiss as their passion exploded once more, shaking the bed. Derek reached between them and stroked Patrick’s pulsing shaft, his thrusts intensifying.
Patrick screamed out loud and came so hard his throat closed and his vision sparkled.
Derek was right there with him. He clawed the bed as his body seized and he drove in hard and deep—filling Patrick with his hot cum. Heat surged through his insides as Derek continued to empty himself with a few more stiff thrusts.
Moments later, they lay beside each other on the bed, bodies scorching to the touch and drenched in sweat, chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath.
Patrick trembled from his hairline to the tips of his toes, basking in a fog of ecstasy.
Taking a few deep breaths, Derek looked at him and smiled. “Yourafterglowis glorious.”
“Mm,” was all he could manage.
Derek ran his fingers through Patrick’s damp strands. “So, what do you think?”
Exhaling heavily, Patrick mumbled, “About what?”
“The idea that sex is only for straight people.”
Patrick groaned and laughed exhaustedly, shaking his head. “What a crazy idea.” He flopped his head to the side and grinned at Derek. “Who would ever believe that?”
Derek laughed and kissed him on the mouth. “Who indeed?”
