Page 35 of Survival Game

Kyle uttered a strangled moan and Eric felt a surge of satisfaction as he watched those brown eyes grow glassy and unfocused while Kyle’s breathing became uneven and deep.

“That feels so good,” Kyle murmured breathily. “Imagine how it will feel when I have your beautiful cock inside me.”

Eric leaned forward and tugged at the nipple ring with his teeth, causing Kyle’s breaths to become erratic. “God, you are incredible,” Eric whispered. “So damned responsive.”

“Stop with the compliments and fuck me,” was Kyle’s strained response.

Eric chuckled as he rolled on the condom while Kyle watched avidly, lips wet, pupils flaring. Then, pushing Kyle’s hands above his head, Eric held him down as he braced himself for entry into the sexiest creature he’d ever met.

When he breached Kyle’s arse, both men gasped and froze, staring at each other.

Fuck, that feels good. He was made for me.

Sweat beaded on Kyle’s face. “Stop being such a gentleman and keep going,” he snarled, pushing his hips upward, impaling himself deeper. “I didn’t say you could stop.”

“You’re such a bossy bastard,” Eric grunted as he did what he was he told.

Then all conversation stopped. There was only the sensation of skin on skin, the taste of salt in his mouth from trickling sweat, and the slow and steady rush of blood in his veins making him feel more alive than he’d been in a long time.

Beneath him Kyle was pumping his hips, scratching sharp nails into Eric’s back and uttering nonsensical panting moans as he gave himself over to his bliss.

The primal act of sex, of being as close to another human being as one could get, had always filled Eric with awe. With Kyle, though, he felt—god-like. Thrusting into the willing man writhing under him, feeling his pleasure like electric pulses beating through his cock—this was what it meant to be young and alive; to be part of something bigger than both of them.

And there was no doubt he wanted more of it.

“God,” he gasped as his body prickled with heat and his balls contracted. “I’m not sure I can go any longer.”

Kyle arched his neck, baring a slender, flushed throat. “Then blow, baby. Give me all you’ve got.”

Eric exploded into the condom as his orgasm hit with avalanche-worthy force. He shuddered as the aftershocks hit, small tremors that shook his body and gave him goose bumps.

“Fuck, that was hot, seeing you come like that.” In one fluid motion Kyle pushed Eric onto his back, and straddled him, his cock still inside Kyle. Eric was too spent to react other than look into the heated gaze of the man who currently held him captive in every way.

Kyle reached down and took hold of his own dick. “I want to shoot all over you, paint you like a masterpiece with my come.” A few hard jerks resulted in exactly that. Hot, slick semen coated Eric’s stomach and chest, and a few stray strands landed on his lips. He licked it away, relishing in the taste of Kyle in his mouth.

Kyle flopped down, boneless and sticky. For a moment neither one said anything then Eric ran a hand down the smooth flanks lying over him. “Epic as that was, we should clean up and get into bed.” Eric closed his eyes, loathe to move but needing to breathe.

Kyle nodded, hair brushing Eric’s nose and making him sneeze. “Sorry. Yeah, I guess we should do that.” He moved off and flung his legs off the bed. “I’ll go first.” Kyle stood then disappeared into the bathroom.

Eric must have dozed off because when he opened his eyes, a warm body was snuggled up next to him. He rolled his shoulder against heated flesh; his arm had gone to sleep because Kyle was lying on it.

“Ugh,” Kyle murmured. “That tickles.” He shuffled a little further away and Eric stretched out his arm, trying to relieve the pins and needles.

“Don’t worry,” Kyle said sleepily as he snuggled a pert, warm arse in against Eric’s front. “You were asleep when I came out so I cleaned you up and tucked you in. Go back to sleep.”

Eric wrapped an arm around Kyle and drew him closer against him. “Thanks. Sorry I fell asleep.”

“S’right,” Kyle snuffled from the depths of the pillow. “Not the first time a bloke’s gone to sleep afterwards.”

Eric kissed the back of the fragranced hair that was still making his nose twitch. “I’m not surprised, if that’s what sex with you is like. You really know how to take it out of a guy.”

He felt a pang of jealousy for any other man who’d had Kyle this way.

Kyle’s head shook fractionally and his muffled words filled Eric with hope. “Not like that with anyone else. Just you. Now go to fucking sleep, will you?”

Eric smiled widely and settled in. He could get used to this.

“No, you can’t use a sex swing on the stage tonight. I’ve told you. The beams above are not strong enough to support you and your partner having bloody simulated sex.”