Page 57 of Phoenix

“Fuck me, hopefully.”

Tor chuckled and dragged his cock between Jule’s ass cheeks.

He moaned, dropped his chin to his chest, and closed his eyes.

“You’re warm.” Tor grazed his crown against Jule’s opening, poking and prodding, but not entering him.

“I will murder you,” Jule warned.

“I’d probably enjoy it.” Tor slid one arm under Jule’s waist and rested his palm on his belly and snaked the other over his chest and massaged his pecks. “Put it in.”

With a moan that came from deep in his gut, Jule reached behind himself, gripped Tor’s dick, pressed it against his rosebud, and held it in place as he tilted his ass back, taking the mushroom head past the ring of muscle and into his body.

“Always so fucking tight,” Tor groaned. He pushed all the way into Jule’s ass and then slowly dragged himself out until just his crown remained inside.

“Not sure how considering how hard you went at me last night.” He moved his right hand to Tor’s hip and held on.

“Which time?”

Jule laughed. “Less talking, more fucking, stud.”

With a chuckle, Tor tightened his arms and then increased his pace, thrusting out and burying himself back in at a rapid clip, his hips slamming against Jule’s ass.

“Ungh,” Jule moaned. “So good.” He looked back over his shoulder, lifted his arm behind his neck and grabbed Tor by the side of the head, pulling him forward for a kiss.

The room filled with sounds of heavy breathing, messy kisses, and slapping skin.

“I’m going to come.” Tor wrapped his hand around Jule’s shaft and stroked.

“Fuck,” Jule moaned.

Grunting, Tor fisted his dick and pumped hard into his body, moving faster and faster.

“I’m there.” Jule pushed back hard, taking Tor as deep as possible, and then he lost it. The first shot hit his chest, then his ribs, then his belly. The pleasure went on and on, and by the end, he could barely breathe and the world had gone black around the edges.

Behind him, Tor was kissing and nibbling on his neck and catching his own breath, his arms still wrapped around Jule, holding him close. “That was so fucking good.”

“Mmm hmm,” Jule agreed. “Want to take a nap?”

He felt Tor’s head moving up and down in a nod. Then he gripped Jule’s hand, kissed his cheek, and sighed in satisfaction.

His world perfect, Jule closed his eyes and slept.

Jule walked out of the kitchen, a beer bottle in each hand, and stopped short at the sight of Tor scrolling through his phone. “Did you guess my password, or do you have a way to break into phones?”

“Yes.”

“Uh huh.” Jule sat beside him on the couch. “How many tries did it take?”

Tor grinned. “I was deciding between two and got in with the first one.”

“What was your second guess?” He handed a bottle to Tor and then twisted the cap off his.

“The first time we fucked.” Tor opened his own bottle and took a drink. “But you’re a softy so I started with the first time we kissed.”

He punched Tor’s shoulder. “Call me soft again, bitch.”

Tor cupped his cheek, gazed into his eyes, and kissed him as he whispered, “Motherfucking soft.”