Page 35 of Hard as Steel

A sexy, soft rumble of laughter fell from Steel’s lips and washed over him like a physical touch. His body reacted exactly as if Steel had stroked his cock. Then Steel kissed him. Steel had a knack for kisses that were filled with sweet love while also being sexy enough to melt Krystof’s clothes off. Sometimes it hit him all over again how much he loved this man and how loved he was by Steel. Since the day they met, Krystof had felt the way Steel cared about him. He could still picture the sexy, young, and intense man who had looked at him with pure hunger. His eyes had also held something else, something Krystof knew all too well: desperation to finally feel loved. They had been flawless together. They still were.

This time, when Steel moved away, Krystof let him go. He wanted to watch Steel strip away every stitch hiding his irresistible body. Steel didn’t let him down.

Krystof watched every article of clothing disappear without blinking.

“Fuck, you should see the way you look at me.”

“I don’t need to. There’s no way my expression doesn’t show how badly I want you.”

When Steel finished undressing, he stood proud in his nudity. He was hard. Krystof couldn’t stop eating him alive with his eyes. Steel went to work, gently undressing him. Krystof followed every urging Steel made, doing whatever it took to be free of his tux. The entire time Steel’s eyes never stopped sweeping his body, as if he planned where he would start first.

Krystof already had a plan. “I want to make love to you slowly, the way you deserve.”

Steel didn’t respond as he grabbed the lube from the drawer. He crawled onto the mattress and straddled Krystof. “Just tell me where you want me.”

Krystof patted the spot beside him. “Right here.”

Steel moved to cuddle next to him.

Krystof rolled and kissed him. Their tongues played while Steel stroked him, coating him in lube. Krystof hoped he made it long enough to please Steel. He needed to calm down. Krystof wanted this too badly. He pulled away and urged Steel onto his side, facing away from Krystof.

Krystof skimmed his lips across Steel’s shoulder. He spoke softly against Steel’s skin. “So beautiful.” His hand skimmed down Steel’s hip. With the slightest nudge, Steel brought his knee up, giving Krystof better access to the hole he craved. He moaned when Krystof fingered him.

“So hot.” Krystof kissed his nape. “So tight. If I could, I would stay inside you all night just to be closer to you. I love when our bodies are connected. It’s like our souls touch.”

Steel reached over his head and held the back of Krystof’s head, as if begging for more kisses.

Krystof wouldn’t let him down. He licked Steel’s neck. “Mhmm. My favorite snack.”

“Oh, God.” The whispered benediction made Krystof even hotter. Steel sounded as if he couldn’t handle the sensory overload.

“Move them hips back, sexy.”

Steel immediately obeyed.

Krystof probed his asshole. “Such a good boy.” He thrust, burying himself deep. Krystof kept Steel’s hip leaned forward as he rocked inside him. He couldn’t keep his eyes open. Steel’s asshole felt too good on his cock.

“You have no idea how much I crave you.”

Steel whimpered. “You feel too good inside me. There’s no way I’ll hold out much longer. You know my body too well.”

Krystof felt the way his lips shaped into an evil smile against Steel’s shoulder. He absolutely knew every inch of Steel and how to make him fly. Before they lost years together, they had fucked so much some people might have gotten bored. Not them. They never tired of the way they got each other off.

“You should definitely come for me.” Krystof punctuated the words with a perfectly aimed thrust. “This is only the first of many orgasms you’ll be having tonight.”

“Goddamn, I love my sweet husband who turns into a dirty-talking masochist the moment he hits the sheets.”

A wicked-sounding chuckle vibrated from Krystof’s throat. “You definitely need to fly for me and catch your breath. You’ll be hurting me before the night is over.”

“Holy shit.” The way Steel kept whispering curses had Krystof ready to blow. He worked harder at pulling an orgasm from Steel before he disappointed him. His dick sawed in and out of Steel. All he felt was the wet tugging on his cock with each thrust. Krystof couldn’t stop focusing on his race to the edge. The sensation of Steel on his dick was too good. Even the sounds and smells of the sex had him grinding his teeth so hard, he expected to crack a tooth any second.

Steel reached over his head again. This time, he snatched Krystof’s hair and pulled. Frenzied cries and whimpers filled the air as Steel fought to take the pounding he wanted. Krystof held back all the sounds he wanted to make. He was too close. If he unlocked his jaw, he would come.

Steel’s body jerked, and a cry ripped from Krystof’s throat. The way Steel’s body clamped down on him had Krystof shooting cum all up inside Steel. The thought of pulling out and watching his juices run from Steel was hot enough to drag Krystof’s orgasm out a few seconds longer. They both gasped for air. Even once they caught their breath, Krystof didn’t pull away. He held heaven in his arms, and Krystof couldn’t let go. The post-blow had his mind a bit of a mess. He held his husband. His husband. This was the man who had stolen him all those years ago, and Krystof had lost hope. Now here they were. Krystof didn’t know if he could release Steel. Everything felt real and raw.

“Don’t let go.”

Steel’s words punched him in the chest. He knew he wasn’t alone in this fear of everything being just a dream.