The groan that left Syn sounded animalistic. It was time. Furi reached under Syn and gripped his hard cock. Fuck he was so hard again. He didn’t jerk him as roughly as he did before, instead opting for an easy but firm glide, letting the skin do the work. He brought his forearm around Syn’s neck and applied subtle pressure to his throat knowing Syn liked that.
“Oh fuck. Furious. What the fuck are you doing to me?” Syn moaned.
“Claiming you, Corbin.” Furi licked the shell of Syn’s ear. He heard Syn gasp at the response, probably of the use of his first name and Furi put everything he could into the few seconds he had left. He needed to come. He was an unselfish lover, but he wasn’t ashamed to take his release after his partner had gotten his.
“Come for me, gorgeous.” Furi kept full body contact as he pumped his cock into his man. Only raising his hips high enough to withdraw a few inches and thrust deep into him. Furi felt his balls tighten, his abs clench painfully. He concentrated on the head of Syn’s cock when he felt it harden like a solid steel pipe. Syn’s head went back onto Furi’s shoulder and Furi put his hand on Syn’s throat and squeezed just enough to push him over the edge.
The first spurt of hot come from Syn made them both jerk violently. Syn came harder than any man Furi had ever seen. He pressed his own lithe frame to Syn’s back; he could feel the man’s orgasm completely take over his body, every muscle and nerve in him ignited. Syn yelled and jerked powerfully beneath him while his orgasm had its way with him. Furi held on, whispering encouraging sentiments in Syn’s ear while he rode it out. “You’re mine, baby. All mine. Let go for me. Show me how much you love me controlling you.”
Syn’s keen cry was the sweetest sound and the kiss Furi stole while he released it tasted like the purest nectar. “Oh god. Oh god. Corbin!” Furi was there, ready to empty deep inside his lover if only it wasn’t for the fucking barrier, he’d fill Syn with his essence. Claiming him in the truest sense of the word. One day. Furi slammed inside and stilled while his cock throbbed with his release. He groaned deep and low in his throat. Expletives right on the tip of his tongue. His hands roamed up and down Syn’s back while his come flooded the condom. Jet after jet shot through his cock, racking his body with tremors. “Fuck, baby.” Furi gripped Syn’s hips which had started to gyrate against him, milking Furi for everything that he had. He scurried to get a strong hand on Syn’s shoulder and one on his hip to keep him still, his cock way to fucking sensitive for that now. “Should fuckin’ punish you for that,” Furi half laughed and half groaned as his soft cock slid from Syn’s hole.
Furi rose up so he could pull Syn with him, both of them falling to the side. He held one arm around Syn’s middle and propped himself up on his elbow so he could look down at Syn’s handsome face. Syn’s eyes were closed and it looked like he was concentrating on something. Fuck. Was I too rough? Maybe he didn’t want to be handcuffed. God, but he’s so wonderful. He should be mine forever. More words lingered on Furi’s tongue. Words he couldn’t say yet. Words he was afraid to say. Instead he opted for, “How do you feel?”
Syn turned so he could look at Furi more closely. “Why do you ask me that after we have sex? You think I can’t hear the nervousness in your voice or the fear in that question? You want to say something else, but you ask that instead and then you tense up until I answer.”
Furi stared wide-eyed at Syn, amazed by his perception.
“Do you forget I’m a detective Furious? I’ve spent a lot of years reading between the lines."
Furi looked ashamed. Syn had asked him to trust him, but Furi kept letting the doubt linger. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to be sure I didn’t hurt you.”
“You did.” Syn couldn’t fully mask the grin. “But I liked it.”
“You might not like it so much tomorrow.” Furi looked deep into those coal black eyes, wondering briefly if Syn was really fully his.
“No. It will be even sweeter. A constant reminder that you’ve been there, right? Isn’t that what you said while you slammed into me?” Syn raked his fingers through Furi’s hair, tucking it behind his ear.
Furi smiled at him. “I’m surprised you can hear anything I say with all the yelling you do.” Furi jumped up the second Syn realized what he’d said. No one wanted to be reminded of the sounds they made or especially the faces they make when in the throes of ecstasy. Furi ran around the couch, his limp cock swinging in the cool air. Syn was up fast and on the other side trying to predict which way Furi would run.