We’ve made our beds, ones we’ll lie in together.
We crash together as soon as we swing the door open, our bodies forced together by passion and need. He grips my jaw, rubbing tenderly, and then he’s licking up toward my cheek. His teeth dig into me next, making a dangerous grunt to escape me. He’s pushing me to the edge, wanting me to tumble us both over.
Think either of us will survive?
“Shit, shit,” KJ whispers against my lips. We’re too high on each other to make it to the bed. I don’t even shut the door as we stumble to the floor. We make a quiet thud, hitting his laundry. Of fucking course. I’m too focused on how he’s making me feel to laugh, but it’s funny that we’re here again, in a heap of body parts, dirty clothes around us.
“You’re such a mess,” I tease, grinding into him more. He tries finagling his jumper down, making us flesh to flesh. My dick leaks from the initial contact.
“You love that I am,” he returns, biting my bottom lip. He sucks it in, and I groan. His mouth, his fucking mouth. We roll to where he’s on top. He’s finally got his bottoms off, and we’re rutting against each other in earnest. Our dicks rub harshly as hoarse noises leave us both.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan as he trails his tongue down my jaw and to my throat.
“Want to paint you with marks,” he practically begs. “Make sure every fucking kid at Silvercrest know you’re mine.”
“Stop talking and do it,” I goad, wanting his mouth to touch every part of me. He sucks my throat, his tongue lashing me like I’m a bad bastard. Maybe I am—maybe I want to be so he keeps going. Either way, it’s everything I’ve wanted.
As he trails, my body burns. It’s never felt this hot. It’s addicting, being at his mercy. His teeth sink into my nipples, tugging at my spiked barbells.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I praise. His tongue flicks and flicks, and I’m grunting with how amazing our bodies feel thrusting together.
“So good, Atlas. Delicious,” he hums, not leaving an inch bare from his mouth. I’ll be black and blue tomorrow, and the realization has me so fucking gone that I’m surprised I haven’t blown my load again. When he hits my hips, he bites hard. I arch into his mouth as he continues to nibble, lick, and suck.
“Kenji,” I hiss. “Get the fuck up here.” It’s a demand. He smirks, and it suits him. Something I never will get used to. While I’m impatient, he crawls up me slowly, his intent to fuck with me. He must be into edging other than our bet edging. How he hasn’t orgasmed, yet still drives us both insane with a smile, is beyond me.
“Don’t like a tease, brother?”
“Says you when I’m squeezing into that tight ass of yours,” I complain, flaring my nose. Taking in a deep breath, I practically haul him to my lips and take his mouth, stamping them with my own brand.
“Mine,” I groan, then lick the seam of his lips, entering him slowly. He bites and fights my tongue with his own, demanding some control. “Let me fuck you, Rischio.” He nods against my mouth, grinding into me.
Spinning us where he’s pinned, I take my time licking, tasting, and enjoying each part of him. He tastes of man, sweat, and cinnamon. It’s that goddamn coffee he devours. Has to be. When I make it to his engorged dick, I notice how angry it is. My mind remembers that night with Rusty, how he was nearly flaccid until I touched him. Trailing my mouth up the underside of his shaft, he bows upward, a moan ripping from him like he held it in for years rather than minutes.
Kissing his length, I wait for his impatience to get the better of him—it always does. He growls as I tease the slit of his head, flicking it.
“Fucking cocktease,” he bites out, trying to hit me with his rod. I take his entire cock in my mouth. His manly flavor bursts over my tongue, making me salivate. I can’t help but swallow him back, wanting to have him entirely inside me. It’s a strange emotion, since sucking other guys off wasn’t pleasurable for me. But this, right now, I’m about to nut from the action of taking him whole.
“Stop, stop, stop,” he begs. “Need you inside me.”
Couldn’t have said it better myself. Letting him go, I trace his skin with my lips and tongue, creating a pathway to his throat. When I reach my destination, I suck and suck and suck, wanting him tattooed like me. Taking an imprint from my mouth like he’ll have from my cock soon.
After he’s writhing beneath me, making the hottest fucking noises, I stand and head to his dresser, knowing it’s where he stores everything. Finding the lube, I smile. I see condoms and smirk. We don’t need those. We’re one. Connected. Blood.
We’re Grims.
I make my way back to him and watch as he fists his length, squeezing the life out of it.
“Gonna come?”
He grunts. “Not until you’re inside me. Need it.”
His words are short and harsh. He’s on edge. So am I.
I drop to my knees and crawl to him. Lifting his legs from the bend beneath his knees, he blushes. His face is red with embarrassment, but he’s so fucking perfect. He doesn’t have to be ashamed or worried. He’s sexy. Fucking incredible.
“Don’t hide from me. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” A smile tilts, but his face reddens more, almost like he’s not
