Page 78 of The Other Side

Osian shook his head.

“Okay.”

Drum let him go and rolled onto his back. His hair was wet with sweat, his cock sticky with precome, his balls already drawn up tight to his body. Osian grabbed the lube, squirted out more than he needed and Drum laughed.

“I’ll buy more,” Osian said. “Spread your legs.”

Drum did as he was told and Osian ran his slick fingers down from the base of his balls and over his hole, then circled the taut skin.

“I want you so much,” Osian whispered.

“You have me.” Drum looked straight at him and smiled.

Osian slowly pushed in one fingertip and although Drum’s breathing deepened, he was still smiling.

“Okay?” Osian asked.

“It’s good.”

Osian was as slow as he could manage, going deeper until he found the walnut-sized gland and crooked his finger to rub over it.

Drum cried out. “Yes! Oh God.”

One finger became two and Osian concentrated on driving Drum mad but not letting him come. Though the way Drum was pushing himself down onto what was now three fingers told Osian he was losing control. So he pulled his hand back and Drum let out a loud groan.

“You stopped.”

“You noticed.”

That made Drum smile.

Osian spread lube over his cock as quickly as he could, then gripped his dick at the base before he settled between Drum’s spread legs and put his cock against the opening to his body. Drum locked eyes with him as he pushed in. Slowly. Gently. Do not come yet!

Drum gave a long moan as Osian bottomed out. Osian had stopped breathing. The feeling of Drum’s body wrapped around his cock was sheer bliss. Seeing his cock so dark and glistening, coming out of and sliding back into Drum was blowing his mind.

“Harder,” Drum gasped.

Drum wrapped his hands around Osian’s arms and held tight as he began to move more forcefully, thrusting over and over, moving faster and faster. Drum let go of his arms and gripped the sheets instead, a torrent of whines and cries and moans coming from his mouth.

Osian pushed down onto him trapping his legs at the side of his chest, rubbing his stomach against Drum’s cock while his own cock kept brushing Drum’s prostate.

“Fuck,” Drum cried as he came, his come splattering over both of them while Osian slammed into him.

Drum wrapped his legs and arms around Osian and pulled him down hard. Osian’s brain flipped as lightning shot down his spine. Drum clenched around his cock and he came so hard, the world went white.

He came back to Drum whispering in his ear. “I love you.” Over and over.

Chapter Thirteen

Drum woke the next morning to a tickling sensation on his cheek. He opened his eyes to see Osian holding a feather.

“I usually shut off my alarm by slapping it,” Drum said. “Hard. Sometimes I throw it across the room.”

Osian smiled. “You sleep like the dead.”

“I don’t usually but then I’ve not been fucked like that before.”

Osian tossed the feather aside. “In a good way?”