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For the longest time, the only thing that could bring out a reaction as strong at this one, were motorcycles. Adrenaline rushes, police chases, underground races.
Anything to give him that image of what could be and what will be, the idea that he was flying, that he was being lifted from all of this shit on earth to be taken tk somewhere not even his own thoughts could pollute him.
For the longest time, it had taken everything away and replaced it with blissful silence, filled out by the roar of his Yamaha R1.
Tonight, his senses were clouded with a different kind of adrenaline.
Kherni sank into the cushion of the mattress that he was thrown onto. They were in some stingy motel, he didn’t care. Nothing mattered. Not a thought destroyed this intensity, the tension simmering behind his eyes, begging for release.
He fisted the sheets with one hand, the other being brought up to his mouth, to bite down on his first.
Ethan lowered himself with a kind of slowness that made him want to beg for mercy, for more.
He brought the first away, uncurling it and slipping his own palm against it, interlocking their fingers.
He kissed him, slotting their mouths together. Kherni sighed into the feeling, and didn’t fight it off when Ethan’s tongue slipped past his lips to lap at his own tongue instead.
“Oh, Jesus,” Aviarin breathed while the other pulled away to pant agaisnt his mouth instead. He could feel a pair of steady hands fiddling with his jeans- smoothly unbuckling the button and pushing them off. He left the boxers on, Kherni’s strained cock already twitching behind the thin layer of breathable fabric.
“Take off your shirt.” And so he did. It fell somewhere onto the floor, or on the bed, he didn’t fucking check. He was busy arching his back off the mattress when Blythe lowered himself between his thighs.
Kherni squeezed his legs together, trapping the man in-between, and fisted at the ashy blond strands in handfuls.
His boxers were stretched — torturously slow, while the other man tasted his inner thighs and marked his way around the area in bites, or hickeys.
“Please, Ethan,” Kherni nearly cried, squeezing him closer in a nonverbal plea for what he needed.
Blythe glanced up at his partner, leaving one last kiss on his inner thigh before forcefully spreading his legs wider to free himself. He climbed over Kherni, settling his body weight on his elbows.
“You don’t even realize,” Ethan whispered. His hands drifted higher, until one of them grazed a hardened nipple.
Kherni moaned, then bit his lower lip in a pathetic attempt at trying to muffle himself down. “How satisfying it is to watch that composure break, and see this slut come crawling out.” He pressed to fingers in-between his partner’s lips. They got greedily swallowed down.
In the meantime, he kissed his way down from Kherni’s face to his chest, lips closing around one of the previously bothered pecks. The other man choked, then swallowed around his fingers in response.
Ethan toyed with those pecks for a few moments, forcing them to harden with his teeth and mouth, then smoothing them out with his tongue.
Finally, when he’d deemed they’d both had enough fun, he retracted his fingers and slipped them underneath Kherni’s underwear. He blindly, though quickly, found the ring of muscle that protested in tightness as he pushed the first digit in.
Ethan hovered his lips above the other man’s, eyes solely on each other as he thrusted his finger in and out of him.
At first, the pace was careful. Every twitch of Kherni’s body, he took as a sign of where he was most sensitive, and when he was going too fast.
Their lips occasionally brushed over one another when Kherni arched up, and Ethan’s lips were there to catch the opportunity for sliding their tongues against each other. The pace eventually fastened, until he was stretched enough to slip in the second finger. Ethan scissored his digits, blindly searching for the bundle of nerves buried beneath one of the walls.
Maybe it’d been the making out, or the heavenly noises that his bed partner was making, but he got distracted enough to abandon his search, and instead focus on the arousal that was thundering down to his already stale-like dick, straining against his jeans.
After a particularly soft mewl, Ethan pulled out his fingers and reached with his hand to angle Kherni’s jaw towards his own.
“Fuck, look at you,” Blythe growled lowly against the other’s mouth. He propped himself up higher on his hands, staring down at a sight that until know only existed in his dreams. The known for both his composure and coldness Kherni, reduced to a glossy eyed, red faced bundle of leaking pre come and shedding whimpers so ungodly, he was sure each and every one of them counted as a separate sin.
Kherni tugged at the hair on the back of his head, drawing out a hiss of mixed pain and pleasure.
Ethan glanced over to the mattress they were on. He grabbed a nearby pillow, and placed in underneath the other’s head. He guided the arms wrapped loosely around his neck to untangle and lay on the comforter instead, while he kissed away stray tears from Aviarin’s face.
“Tell me if it gets painful. Or you want to stop.” He punctuated his words with one last, lingering kiss, before he flipped his bed partner over. Kherni’s face landed in the soft cushioning of the pillow. He lifted his hips when Ethan began tugging off his underwear entirely, tossing the soaked fabric onto the floor.
He got rid of his own clothes in record time. Staring down at his own erection, the throbbingly painful, desperate for attention erection, that was already leaking beads of pre come on its tip. Ethan smeared the liquid over his entire length. He pumped his shaft three slow times, before letting it limply rest against the crease between Kherni’s rear.
A shiver shook its way down Aviarin’s spine, before it gathered up in his lower belly. A persistent, burning pressure that begged to be removed. He could feel the warmth of Ethan’s fluttering kisses going over the back of his neck, focusing on the curves of his shoulders, before burying his nose in the puffy black waves at the back of his scalp.
Kherni gathered up the pillow he had his face buried in with his arms, bringing it closer.
His locks fell over his face in shaggy, thick strands that curled around his cheeks and forehead. Most of them were long enough to cover up his eyes. His skin prickled where he felt the kisses being placed. His body was trapped between the mattress and Ethan pressing him into it from above.
Once the other stopped pampering his body, Aviarin felt him lift himself up.
One hand travelled up his neck, before fisting his hair roughly, and forcing his head back. The other must’ve been used as a guide as to where exactly to aim his erection, as he soon felt the tip pressing into his rim.
Kherni’s back arched the same way his throat did, when he felt how the ring of muscle stretched around Ethan’s seemingly fat cock. He let out a pathetic, laced with voice moan, while his eyelids fell down like curtains, and his mind focused on the pain & pleasure.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Ethan groaned. He pushed further, trying to let the hole swallow him as far as it could take on the first thrust. “Relax. I’m not even halfway in, you keep pushing me out, you’re so tight.” His hand flexed around the fistful of hair.
”Because you didn’t,” Kherni moaned again. He gripped the pillow, letting his shaking fists grasp at the soft fabric while he tried not to cry from the mixture of sensations swirling inside his lower belly. “…didn’t even use lube.”
“Don’t give me that shit.” He heard Ethan take a few deliberately deep breaths before responding. “Your spit is your lube.”
Blythe guided his other hand up Kherni’s body, stopping around the bump of his pelvis. “You want more? Huh?”
Before the other had even had the chance to respond, his head being forced down into the pillow in front of him.
Kherni didn’t protest when he felt the other pull his hands away, staying compliantly still. He squeezed the soft cushion of the pillow closer, the fabric effectively trapping another moan that crawled its way up his throat.
Ethan pulled back, enough to have the tip still carefully dangling against the rim. He used his hands to spread the muscle apart, before spitting down to where his member connected with the other’s hole. He pushed his cock back in, letting the saliva spread over Aviarin’s walls from the inside. He repeated the process by pulling out again, just barely grazing the rim with his tip.
He did this, until there was excess fluid gathering around his shaft when he thrusted back in.
With time, he worked his way inside. Kherni was still, unbelievably tight, but seemed to be relaxing the more he prolonged the bottoming out.
“This wet enough for you?” Blythe murmured. He moved his hips in a circular motion while pressing gently forward. Kherni’s head bobbed when he nodded in confirmation, and so, Aric sneaked a hand over his partner’s waist, up his chest, before covering his mouth with his palm. He thrusted inside fully in one, brutal grind. His hand caught all of the noise, forcing it back down his throat. “Huh?”
Kherni tightened up again, though by that time he was already deep inside, so it didn’t do much.
He could feel the wetness of stay tears gliding down the outside of his hand when he kept bottoming out, slow but rough. He kept it mainly contained for the entire time that he thrusted forward, but stabbed the top of the end wall with excessive force, forcing out sobs that quickly turned from pain to pleasure, while the other finally began relaxing against him.
Aviarin seemingly began melting into a puddle of muffled moans, sobs, and nerve endings that could be mistaken for being on fire with how hot they were burning with sensitivity.The pace picked up its rhythm again when his hips began rocking back on the thrusts. Ethan, taking it as a sign to go further, stopped fucking around with the gentle entry, and began snapping his pelvis forward with the same roughness that before was reserved only for the end of each grind.
Frankly, it felt like he was being fucked into the bed. And deep. And so fucking good.After a while, Ethan let go of his face to instead grip his hips, and Kherni fell forward, face buried in the pillow, now soaked from both spit and tears. He fisted the sheets, hard.While being rocked forward with every thrust coming from behind, he began using the cushion as a silencer for the sounds pouring out of him.
A sharp, focused slap came from his back without any warning. It thundered pain up his spine, leaving behind a pleasant sting. Kherni bit the pillow in a pathetic attempt at remaining silent. Ethan, in the meantime, palmed the reddened skin of his partner's ass, kneading it in his hand with a low groan of pleasure slipping out of his mouth.
The more mind fog that appeared in front of Kherni's brain, the more brainless he felt. Like he was being fucked stupid. His lungs began feeling with cotton at the edges as an intense force kept building up in his abdomen. Ethan kept going, and it kept making him feel like everything else was blurring into unimportant background static noise. He mewled once again, this time from the burning fire that kept slashing around his gut. He pulled back from the pillow, while his back arched into a smooth curve from pleasure.
"I'm gonna come," Aviarin announced. His eyes rolled back in satisfaction at how throughly he was being used.
Although that didn't last long.
Both the satisfaction and the pleasure slowly tuned down, when Ethan paused right after his words. Kherni could hear the heavy panting behind himself. His hips uselessly lifted to try and thrust himself back onto the friction, but were stopped by Ethan's grip into his pelvis. His thumbs had been pressing into his Venus' dimples the entire time he'd been fucking into him, it turns out.
Blythe groaned in frustration, before slowly twisting Kherni around, until he was laying on his back, the pillow cushioning the back of his head. "Like hell you will." His member was still inside him - hard as it was in the beginning, if not more, and throbbing. Kherni could feel it from inside, how it pulsated with arousal.
Kherni looked up at the ceiling as if he was asking the heavens for help, or for mercy.
He then proceeded to look down, only to find exactly what he'd just been thinking about. Ethan's dick, or well, its outline, poking against his stomach's skin, creating a bulge. He blinked in surprise. It definitely explained the burn of a stretch that he's been feeling for the past... however long it’s been.
Aviarin propped himself up on his elbows, leaning back, to carefully touch said budge. Both of them nearly immediately moaned in unison at the sensitivity of that area. “You’re kidding.” He looked up at Ethan, who was staring down at the bump with a mix of a dumbfounded and aroused expression. He touched the bulge again, gently rubbing the skin there. It made him want to come hands free, right there and then, had it not been for the strong desire to not end things like this yet.
”Looks like you’re gonna have to ride it out.” Ethan shrugged, before raising the other man into his lap by his hips. “Literally.” The straddling position evoked another, softer whimper.
“Let me come, you dickhead.” Kherni rested his forearms loosely on his partner’s shoulders. In this position, even gravity was being used against him. It impaled him on Ethan to the brim.
Blythe smiled in genuine humor, while he got comfortable on the mattress and looked up at the other. “I will. Eventually.”
“I’m gonna die.” Kherni cried out.
“Dying from a good fuck seems like a great way to go.” Ethan didn’t give either of them any more time for conversation. He guided Aviarin’s hips upwards with his hands — this time his grasp being more considerate of the damage he could do — then letting him slide back down onto his waiting shaft.
Kherni moaned into his ashy blond hair, his spine arching in response. It curved until it became a smooth bow. “Shit,” he panted.
Their pace started off more testing, more careful than the previous position. Ethan searched for any signs of distress or pain when he kept guiding both of their movements, although he found none.
It didn’t take long for Kherni to catch on. While initially Blythe had been fucking into him, this time, he used the advantage of this position to control his own movements. His hands rested firmly against the other’s shoulders, fingers curling into the meat there, while he stared down at where their bodies were connected. Aviarin thrusted his pelvis in slow, sensual circles that swirled the cock inside him around. It drew out a sigh of satisfaction from Ethan.
The other’s hands traveled up his body from his hips, resting carefully on Kherni’s ribs. He could feel the blond’s eyes burning holes into his face when he began lifting his hips, then plopping back down.
Aviarin tried not to swallow down the entire length of the other when he was going back down, to avoid hitting the prostate it carefully grazed before, directly. His mouth hung open, cusses and moans spilling out in ribbons of sentences.
His chest was puffed out slightly to the front, back arched, thighs quivering while he moved himself up and down.
In a way, this reminded him of riding a bike, too. The vibrations, satisfaction, the aches and bruises that would no doubt form soon afterwards.
“How do you like this?” Ethan drawled out of himself, while his mouth moved across Kherni’s chest. He grazed a nipple with his lower lip, before moving upwards, toward the curve of his shoulder. He mouthed at the skin there.
The pampering forced a shiver to bullet up Kherni’s spine, so fast it could be mistaken for an electric current.
“You prefer it when you can control your movements?” The blond continued, before his lips switched to his jaw, then — finally — catching Kherni’s lips.
The other moaned into the kiss, before sighing and melting into it.
Ethan moved his hands back down to his partner’s pelvis, encouraging a faster pace, and the other complied.
They rocked against one another, panting heavily, exchanging saliva and nonverbal messages through body language.
Kherni slipped a hand into the back of Ethan’s hair, and in response, the other rubbed the still present bulge on Aviarin’s stomach with a thumb.
They both moaned. Then kissed. Then broke apart to pant into each other, as if trying to breathe one another in.
His ribs flexed against his chest when Ethan pressured the bump with greater force.
Kherni put his body weight on his hands still resting on the other’s shoulders, effectively toppling them over. This time, it was the blond who was on his back.
They stared at each other in silence, laced only with unspoken words and heavy breathing.
Eventually, Ethan’s hands glided down to his partner’s ass, helping it to impale itself back onto his member.
They kept the position without another mention of it, instead focusing on the satisfaction that it brought to the two.
Kherni kept thrusting back, on his fours, sighing into the pure pleasure that kept digging its way into his body.
“Fucking hell…” he whispered. His eyes fell closed, fingers digging into the sheets and mouth agap.
Ethan, in the meantime, felt like he was looking at an angel. He’d successfully dug away the thick layer of composure that usually sat between Kherni and the reality, instead reaching a person that didn’t mind showing vulnerability, and with it painted over his face, looked more stunning than he’d expected.
Or maybe it was the sex. Maybe it was messing with his brain.
he could feel an orgasm inching by with every single grind of Aviarin’s hips against his dick.
He brushed away a stray strand of venom colored waves behind his partner’s ear, before he cupped the back of his neck and brought him down to kiss.
This time softer, more gentle.
No tongues or teeth clashing, it was his lips against the other’s. Slowly interlocking, pulling away, then diving back in for more.
His other hand blindly smoothed over the dip of Kherni’s waist. His thumb caressed the skin, enjoying the feeling of the muscle narrowing down to create a dip that ended when the other’s hips & pelvis began.
The pace slowed down, shifting from erratic and shallow, to sensual and deep. Kherni changed his focus from the movement of his hips, to the ones of his mouth. He lifted a hand to cradle the underside of Ethan’s jaw, the other still resting against his shoulder, keeping him pressed to the bed.
As the intimacy of the moment increased, Ethan attempted to sit up to get a better grip on his partner— only to be pushed back down, pressured into the mattress.
“Stay here.” Kherni murmured with their lips still pressed together, before he straightened back up. Seeing Ethan laying on the bed, uncharacteristically red in the face, panting, while he sat on top, brought a strange sensation of satisfaction pouring into his brain.
Alongside the frustration of not having been able to come yet, that is.
Which was precisely why he began grinding his hips in a circle, up and down, swallowing every inch the other man had to offer to purposely repeatedly stab his own prostate. He himself was already leaking from the pleasure, though the burn in his stomach wanted more.
so much more.
It caused him to want to ride the life out of Ethan, so, frankly, he did just that. Not caring for the moans and sighs of his name coming from beneath him, Aviarin only reacted when Blythe placed his hands on Kherni’s hips so stabilize him, while he rode like he would do his Yamaha R1 on a bumpy track road.
His thrusts grew more frantic the more desperate he got for climax. His head rolled back in pleasure, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
“Eth,” He whined, while the member inside him nearly pierced through the sensitive point hidden behind one of his walls. Even without saying it directly, one word was enough to get the message across. I’m close.
Blythe pulled him back down by the forearms, bumping their foreheads together. Their chests flexed while pressed to one another with each deep breath they took. Both of their eyes closed, and their bodies moving together in sync as if they’ve been designed to do so, matching every thrust in the middle perfectly.
Kherni mewled pathetically.
Ethan whispered his partner’s name underneath his breath, while the frenzied movements, once again, picked up their pace. The air filled with the smell of sex, their mixed colognes and sweat. The only thing filling the silence was the wet slapping of skin against skin, with louder whimpers slipping out.
“Oh, fuck,” Kherni moaned as the friction flooded him from the inside. The let out a series of whimpers that he did not care enough to cover up, desperate, searching for release.
It hit him like a lightning strike. The pleasure overspilled in his brain, came thundering down his spine and spreading out across his entire nervous system, only to gather back up again and go shooting out of his throbbing cock.
He came in thick, pearly spurts across his and Ethan’s stomachs, panting like a dog. For a few short moments, he was boneless, floating in the air on a cloud of pleasure.
Blythe finished a few seconds after him, not giving him much time to come down from the high entirely before hitting him with a new one. He didn’t bother pulling out, instead spitting out ribbons of liquid that sloshed and flooded his partner from the inside.
Kherni tensed momentarily when he got filled, the cum trapped inside him with Ethan’s member clogging its only possible way out.
They came down from their mind fog together, forehead pressed against forehead in comfortable, stunned silence.
Neither bothered to say anything for the next couple of moments that followed.
Just them. Together. Against one another. Everything else was background noise. Even their hearts seemed to beat in sync when Kherni finally broke the hazy silence.
”Dickhead.” His voice was breathless, but it was already regaining its usual frustrated tone.
Ethan smiled to himself at the familiar sound. “You’re welcome.” Blythe kissed him one last time, before the latter pulled away to pull out his — now finally softening — dick.
The sperm caught inside came falling out in thick waves, spilling atop Aric’s stomach. Kherni sighed before getting off entirely.
He needed a shower.
And probably to stop thinking that this was casual.