“Jesus, fuck!” Syn yelled out and went up on his toes at the fast, rough intrusion. Oh fuck yeah. Damn. When the hell did Syn start being so turned on by a little pain? Had he always liked it rough? He could never be rough with the women he'd had. There’d never been anyone to handle him. So honestly, he never knew. Augh. Thank you baby. If Syn didn’t live another day after tonight, it’d be okay. This experience was one to go out on.
“Not gonna be gentle today, Syn. You deserve everything that you’re gonna get tonight. But you can’t fool me love. I know how much you like it when it hurts.” Furi kissed away the moans that Syn released into the air between them.
“Make it hurt. Make me feel it. Need to feel it. Hurt me,” Syn chanted almost to himself. He was in some kind of free-floating, pre-orgasmic subconscious state. Furi pumped his finger in and out of his pulsing hole with the same wild timing he was using on his dick and Syn lost it. The double assault – something filling him and jerking his cock was devastating. His orgasm crashed to the surface like a bullet readying in the chamber, but the bastard held him there in its clutches, almost like Furi ordered it to wait just a little longer.
Furi concentrated on the head of his almost purple cock. Fuck he was ready to shoot. Short, quick, slick strokes over the ridge of the head, squeezing and twisting every couple of times while simultaneously pegging the gland deep inside him. “Fuck.” Syn pumped his hips hard. It felt so wild not being able to brace his hands on anything when he was about to come. There was nothing to squeeze. He couldn’t shove his fist inside of his mouth to muffle the shout. There was nothing to do accept bare his expression to the man who wanted nothing more in the world than to see every second of his release play across his face. And he was just about to see it. Syn was getting so close to coming and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
“That’s it. Fucking look at you.” Furi reared back to get a better look. The finger in Syn’s ass slammed inside one final time and Furi shook it so fast it felt like a vibration against his gland and he didn’t stop until Syn started yelling loud enough to wake the neighbors two floors below him. The first jet sent Syn crashing down to his knees and Furi went with him, never breaking stride.
“That’s right, Syn. Come all over me,” Furi groaned. With each jerk of his fist he pumped more come from his cock. Syn fell forward, all of his upper body weight bearing down on Furi. He was a puddle of languorous ooze in his lover’s arms. Syn nuzzled his head in Furi’s thick hair and panted through the rest of his orgasm. He twitched and jerked while Furi calmed his frantic pace and lazily worked Syn’s opening.
“Fuck feels good,” Syn groaned, slowly rotating his ass on Furi’s finger.
Furi knew that Syn thought the pace was going to go from chaotic to serene now that he’d made him come, but he was terribly mistaken. Furi moved off to the side and wrapped his arm around Syn’s broad chest to lower him to the carpet since his hands were still secured behind him. Fuck, he looked good enough to lick all over. Naked and submissive, completely under Furi’s control. Furi wasn’t into BDSM but he did know how to give his lover that euphoric feeling of being taken over sexually. More people than would admit it craved that relaxed, worry-free moment in bed and just needed a selfless partner to give it to them.
Furi finally pulled his finger free of that warm channel to fully remove Syn’s boots and jeans so he could finish his man off properly. Although Syn was new to relationships Furi had no doubt he could keep him spellbound indefinitely. He would show the gorgeous specimen stretched out beneath him how beautiful it is to be a gay man in a committed relationship. He’d hoped the scene tonight at God and Day’s didn’t dissuade him. Furi didn’t need any more cocks in bed with them. While it could be fun, not all gay men played with other couples. One man was enough for Furi. Syn was man enough for Furi. He’d show him every day if he’d let him. Syn would be able to trust him with his heart and his body, knowing there was no way he’d hurt him. And he secretly hoped Syn felt the same way.
“Furi,” Syn moaned, still sounding sedated.
Furi let Syn’s chest rest on the carpet but he grabbed his hips with both hands and yanked him up to his knees. Syn grunted hard, but it quickly turned to a sexy whimper when Furi’s warm tongue began lapping at his stretched hole. Laving and swirling his tongue around the pliant skin before delving in for a more thorough taste.