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Finally, Artair reached his full depth, his sweaty balls pressing against Luca’s own. But before Luca could even catch his stuttering breath, Artair had drawn himself out again. Fully. All the way to the bulge of his cock head.
And then, mercilessly, Artair slammed himself back in, all the way to his nuts in one hard thrust.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Luca screamed, unable to process the sensations. The stretch and the depth and the way his body was being commanded. Consumed.
Luca’s dick felt suddenly hot, the head straining bigger than he’d ever seen. He glanced down to see the involuntary squirt of precum—not a drip, but a full jet—blasting out as clear as warm rain. The pulse came from the potency of Altair’s thrusts. At the realization that there was nothing separating their two bodies. Skin to skin. Connected like few men he’d ever been with before.
And now Luca was weeping. Not in pain, but in shocked bliss. In the sheer, overwhelming joy at just how amazing Artair’s huge cock felt inside him. At how quickly the man had figured out exactly what Luca wanted. Exactly what he needed.
Artair fucked him like an angry man, hard and fast, but somehow not the incompetent thrashing of some college kid. This was the dominant, powerful pace of someone who knew exactly what they were doing with an ass. Exactly how they were making their partner feel. Exactly how to send Luca into bellows of joy.
In the haze of the heat, Luca thanked the universe for versatile men—those who loved topping as much as bottoming. Men who knew exactly what to do because they knew what made their own ass squeal.
And all that expertise was on display in Artair’s thrusts. The way he moved his hips to ensure the longest slide of his shaft squeezed against Luca’s tender spot. The way each withdrawal was slow and rhythmic, perfectly in time with Luca’s heartbeat. The way he followed it up with a trust so hard it made Luca squeal.
Ba-dum. Slam!
Ba-dum. Slam!
Ba-dum. Slam!
The timing was visceral—as if Artair was trying to possess his body. To override his senses. To take his flesh and make all of Luca his plaything.
“Like that!” Luca wailed, as if silence might make Artair stop. “Please! Keep fucking me like that, Artair! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Please don’t fucking stop!”
“Yeah, say my fucking name!”
“Artair!” Luca screamed, obediently. “Please, fuck me just like that, Artair!”
“Right here?” Artair grunted, his breath heavy. He grabbed Luca’s ass and made it bounce even harder against his balls. “You like it when a stranger finds you ass up like this, you little slut? Begging for a raw load in your fuck hole?”
Luca groaned hard at the unexpected filthiness, drifting off into the land of long-explored fantasy. Because somehow Artair just knew what that fantasy was—how he could send Luca into another plane of pleasure.
The way he could switch from sweet and caring to nasty and ferocious was volcanically hot. It was the perfect combination. The sexiest trait you could find in a man: a kitten in public and a hellcat in the bedroom.
Artair’s left hand gabbed a fistful of Luca’s shirt at his back. Balling it up tight. Dragging Luca up by the chest. Making it skintight and sweat-sticking around his bouncing chest.
He pulled hard on the fiber’s tension, smashing Luca back onto his cock. Making him scream for more. For harder. For the pleasure to never stop.
His motion was rough. Urgent. Taking what he needed.
Like Luca was a stranger.
Like Luca meant nothing.
At the same time, Artair’s right hand was intertwined with Luca’s around the smaller man’s chest, their fingers laced together like silk ribbons. With each peak of his thrust, Artair ran a thumb across Luca’s own. Making sure he was okay. Making sure that every moan and twitch was exactly what Luca wanted.
His motion was sweet. Caring. Giving what was needed.
Like Luca was his lover.
Like Luca meant everything.
The heat of the duality—the slut and the sweetheart—boiled Luca’s balls like nothing he’d ever felt before. Every urge in his body told him to grab himself. To finish himself off. To let the steaming seed free!
He tried to resist the fury that ran through his core. He tried to last as long as he could, so he didn’t cum before Artair had finished.
In the end, it wasn’t up to him.
