“Oomph!” Draven barely had time to close the door before Titus was on him.
Draven flushed with need as Titus pushed him against the door and kissed him. There was nothing gentle or timid about the kiss; Titus was owning him, claiming him, and Draven’s insides quivered with excitement.
Everything I ever wanted, and never thought I’d have. It was his last coherent thought before Titus blew his mind, sliding down Draven’s body, licking, kissing, nibbling, leaving marks after he shoved Draven’s shirt up.
“Want you,” Titus mumbled as he began to unfasten Draven’s pants. “Need you.”
Draven tried to agree, but Titus mouthed his cock through the denim, and Draven’s eyes rolled back as he moaned. He buried his fingers in Titus’s hair, more for support than guidance.
Titus hummed and Draven’s legs trembled. Chances were good he wasn’t going to remain upright for long.
When Titus shoved Draven’s pants and briefs down, then licked over his leaking tip, Draven cried out. He started to slide down, then the world tipped and Draven was utterly confused. By the time he figured out that Titus had hoisted him into a fireman’s carry, Draven was being flopped onto the bed.
Then Titus was back on him, nearly ripping Draven’s shirt off. Draven couldn’t keep up. His head was spinning with the force of his need. He tried to help get his clothes off, and whether he did, or whether he hindered Titus’s efforts, he couldn’t have said.
But he was naked, and Titus was kissing him, and nothing else mattered. Draven touched Titus everywhere he could reach. He fed off the warmth and strength of his lover, off the desire they shared.
Titus tugged on Draven’s bottom lip, having caught it between his teeth. The sting went right to Draven’s cock and he thrust his hips, grinding against Titus, desperate to get more of him.
Titus released Draven’s lip and began nipping his way down Draven’s body once more. He loved on Draven’s nipples, sucking and pinching them until Draven clawed at the bedsheets. “Please,” he rasped, the word finally forming and escaping past his dry lips.
“Please… suck you?” Titus asked.
Draven spread his legs and tried to get his knees up to his chest. He couldn’t speak, but he had no shame in showing Titus what he needed.
Titus scooted down, then his hot, wet mouth was on Draven’s cock. Draven cried out and clutched at his knees. Titus showed him no mercy, palming his balls and tugging them gently while he took Draven’s shaft in completely.
The pleasure enveloped everything. Draven was helpless to do anything other than feel as Titus sucked his cock. Only the grasp Titus had on Draven’s balls kept him from coming.
Then Titus pulled off and flipped Draven over. Draven was still lost in pleasure, still had it thrumming through his system.
Titus pulled him to his knees, then pressed Draven’s head down. He spread Draven’s cheeks and licked over his hole.
Draven had been lust-dazed before, but it was nothing like where he went and what he felt as Titus rimmed him. Titus fucked him with his tongue until Draven was babbling nonsense, then he used his fingers to open Draven up.
And finally, Titus slipped his cock into Draven with a slow, steady grind that set Draven’s nerve-endings on fire with need.
Titus bucked his hips once he was fully sheathed, then he did it again, dragging a ragged moan out of Draven when Titus’s dick rubbed over Draven’s gland.
“Draven,” Titus muttered, then he pulled out and slammed back in.
Draven shouted and dug his elbows into the bed, giving himself leverage so he could shove his ass back. The sound of his flesh and Titus’s meeting echoed in the room; their panted breaths grew louder and erratic as the fucking became more intense.
Draven’s cock ached; his balls were drawn up tight. Titus reached under him and fisted his shaft. One squeeze of Draven’s glans, and his orgasm tore through him.
“Draven!” he heard his name as if at a distance, then Titus was draped over him, shuddering, gasping.
Several minutes passed, then Titus rolled off of him, whimpering as he flopped down beside Draven.
Draven forced his heavy eyelids open and turned on his side to look at Titus.
Titus was frowning at him.
Draven wasn’t as sleepy as he’d been a second ago. He propped his head up on one hand as he studied Titus. “What’s wrong?”
Titus blushed and averted his gaze. “I—I shouldn’t have been so rough. I shouldn’t—”
“Oh, no, no you don’t,” Draven cut in, moving right over to lie halfway on Titus. “Don’t you dare apologize for fucking me senseless. I was nothing but pleasure and ecstasy, Titus. Nothing but sensational feelings—and yours. Why would you be sorry about that?”
Titus’s blush had darkened but he looked at Draven once more. “I’m not. I’ve never been so…demanding, before.”
Draven kissed him, then rubbed his nose against Titus’s. “You can be as demanding as you want with my ass any time.”
Titus grinned and wrapped his arms around Draven. “I need you, in so many ways. You make it possible for me to just…just be me. I’m not sure I know who that is, but with you, I’ll find out.”
“I can tell you that you’re an incredible man, sexy and smart and a god in bed,” Draven told him.
Titus snorted. “A god? Seriously?”
Draven nodded. “Would I lie?”
Titus laughed, then brought one hand around to cup Draven’s cheek. “I’m scared,” he whispered. “And I hate that he scares me.”
Draven hated it, too. “It’s understandable, Titus. There’s nothing wrong with what you’re feeling. We’re going to keep you safe, though. Me, Rive, our friends. We won’t let him touch you. I promise you.”
Titus stared at him for several seconds, then he tugged Draven down the inch or so that separated them, and kissed him.