“Gods, Raph.” Wyatt hissed, his hole clenching tight. He wanted Raph inside. He’d dreamed of it. He’d pushed his own fingers into himself, wondering if that was how Raph would fuck him, deep and thorough.
A soft, warm touch landed on his thigh, dragging up. When Wyatt twisted around, all he saw was the top of Raph’s head. Raph was licking up Wyatt’s thigh, his ass, along his crack.
Wyatt’s cock jerked, leaking through his shorts. “Raph,” he gasped, moaning when Raph parted his ass further, his tongue flicking deeper between his cheeks. “Raph—”
And Raph reached into the leg of Wyatt’s shorts, between his thighs, skimming over Wyatt’s balls with his fingertips. They pulled up tight against his body, needing release.
“Very nice,” Raph murmured against his ass. “Gonna be tight for me?”
Raph wanted him. And the ache in Wyatt’s body intensified.
“Find out for yourself,” he gasped, shuddering when Raph’s fingers slid over his cock, all the way to his tip.
“Didn’t realize you have foreskin,” Raph murmured. And Wyatt felt every caress of Raph’s fingertips around his head, playing over his exposed, sensitive tip, dragging his skin down, then up, smearing his precome down his cock. He curled his fingers around Wyatt, pumped him twice, and Wyatt’s hips bucked, shoving his cock into Raph’s hand. “You’re so damn hungry.”
Raph hitched up the leg of Wyatt’s swimming trunks, enough that he could ease Wyatt’s cock out of its confines. Then he released Wyatt, letting him strain helplessly, his tip flushed and glistening.
Wyatt’s face burned. Raph was looking at his cock. His brother, the best friend he’d left behind when he’d fled their home. The man he’d thought about on lonely nights, when memories of his ex had threatened to drown him in misery.
Raph traced his fingertip down Wyatt’s cock, a feather-light touch that set his nerves ablaze. Wyatt arched. Raph nudged his knees open, caught Wyatt’s cock, and angled it down. He pressed his face between Wyatt’s thighs, licked up his balls, wet and soft. Wyatt jerked, his hole neglected, his cock too hard. Raph’s touching me.
“Raph—fuck me already,” he whispered. His face scorched. He shouldn’t be saying this. But Raph licked down the length of Wyatt’s cock, his tongue swirling around Wyatt’s tip. He slid his tongue beneath Wyatt’s foreskin, sending a jolt through his body. “Raph!”
“Quiet,” Raph whispered, his lips moist on Wyatt’s skin. Then he took Wyatt into his mouth, and Wyatt almost came right there, down his throat.
“I can’t—” Wyatt pressed his face into the soft sheets, his limbs trembling, his fingers scraping over fine cotton. Raph was really touching him. Raph’s mouth felt like heaven, and Wyatt wanted this to last forever. Wanted Raph to pin him down, shove his cock in, ride him to release.
Raph sucked on him, pulling a whimper from Wyatt’s throat. Wyatt shoved his fist against his mouth, trying to keep silent. But it was difficult, when Raph took his cock in deep, kneading Wyatt’s ass, spreading him open. He was looking at Wyatt’s most intimate places.
Raph slid his fingertip against Wyatt’s hole. Wyatt cried out, relaxing for him, trying to hold on to something, anything.
With deft fingers, Raph caught Wyatt’s waistband, sliding his swimming trunks off his hips, down his thighs. Wyatt’s cock jerked up, finally free, its tip gleaming damply.
Raph slipped the wet shorts off Wyatt’s legs—first one knee, then the other. Then they fell onto the floor with a heavy thud, and Wyatt was naked, vulnerable. Especially when Raph turned him onto his side, holding his knees open.
“Wanted to see you,” Raph said, his voice rasping, his lips glistening with Wyatt’s precome. He licked it off, rolling it through his mouth. Tasting Wyatt.
Wyatt’s cock throbbed, his face burning. His mind said they should stop this insanity. Except Raph’s cock was thick and red, and he was stroking it, his eyes dark with hunger. He wanted it inside Wyatt. Wanted to fill Wyatt up with it.
Wyatt’s body ached, his heat demanding more.
Maybe this was fine. Maybe one night wouldn’t be so bad, if they both kept it a secret. If they never saw each other again.
Wyatt angled his cock down, so it pointed at Raph. Raph’s pupils dilated. He climbed onto the bed and leaned in close, brushing his lips over Wyatt’s shoulder, down his chest, his stubble scraping against Wyatt’s ribs. He took Wyatt’s nipple into his mouth, sucked on it. Pleasure jolted between Wyatt’s legs, made his spine arch.
“Raph,” he gasped, a trickle of slick leaking from his hole, hot and slippery.
“Shh.” Raph reached down, caressed Wyatt’s cock in a slow, smooth stroke. Then he reached behind Wyatt’s balls, brushed his taint, and rubbed his fingers over Wyatt’s hole, pressing down lightly on it. Wyatt’s balls ached; he scrambled to find leverage on his toes, so he could push up at Raph, take him in.
Except Raph caught him behind the knee, held his thigh down, keeping him spread. “You on BC?”
“No. But just... just put it in. Pull—pull out before you come.” He wanted to feel all of Raph, just this once.
Raph closed his eyes, his chest heaving. “Gods, I don’t know if I can,” he muttered. He shoved down his pants and boxers, kicked his shoes off to free his legs. “Hard to think in a rut. It’ll get worse when I’m inside.”
Wyatt’s hole squeezed. “That just means you’re gonna fuck me through the bed, doesn’t it?”
“I don’t want to knock you up.”
Wyatt pressed his face into the mattress, groaning. “Just fuck me, Raph. It shouldn’t—shouldn’t matter if you pull out.”
He should know better, after Hazel. But it seemed so unlikely, if Raph came outside, and all he did before that was massage Wyatt with his cock.
“Raph, please.”
Raph hesitated, his fingers smearing precome over his tip. “I’ll...” He swallowed. “I’ll do my best.”
Wyatt reached out for him. Raph pushed into his hand, heavy and smooth. Then Wyatt squeezed him, and Raph pushed his fingers into Wyatt’s hole, two at once. Wyatt choked, his body stretching, his nerves
