Yes.
Brady heard the guttural sounds escaping his throat as he gave Ken exactly what he asked for. What they both needed every time they came together. More. They were perfectly matched in this, the way they were in everything. Better together. Stronger together.
More together.
He lost track of time, of everything but this—watching his cock disappear inside Ken’s tight ass and feeling that bruising grip around his shaft. Listening to Ken’s needy cries, the sensual sounds he never held back. They got Brady hot enough to combust. His skin was slick with sweat and his muscles ached with the effort to stay in control. He didn’t want it to end. Not yet.
Ken took one hand off the bed and reached for his erection, but Brady was ready for that, forcing it back to the bed. “We both know you don’t need help,” he murmured hotly in Ken’s ear. “Not when I’m fucking you.”
“You’re not fucking me. You’re teasing me and I need to come, damn it.” The plaintive admission tore at his control. Decimated it completely.
Jesus. Brady let go and the bed groaned with the force and speed of his next thrusts. Ken arched his back and let out a choked, “Yes” before pressing his head down onto the mattress and clawing at the sheets beneath him.
“Is this what you wanted?” His voice was thick with lust, all thoughts of control long gone. “Were you thinking about this when you knew I was in a room full of naked men without you?”
“Yes.” Ken’s throat was raw. “God yes.”
“Did you imagine me bending you over a table and showing them how it’s done? How much you can take? I know what an exhibitionist you are.”
“Yes.”
Brady reveled in the feel of their bodies coming together, hard and fast, but he wanted more. He pulled out, making them both groan out loud, then turned Ken onto his back and lifted his legs until his knees were pressed into his shoulders. One forceful thrust had him deep inside again and he stayed like that for a few gasping moments, trying to see Ken through the haze of need blinding him.
“Rope Master Tanaka thinks a few college boys who pump iron on the weekends can hold a candle to him? I don’t believe it.” He pulled back and thrust deep again, making them both shudder. “That’s not my super hacker.” Thrust. “That’s not my—Fuck.”
Ken squeezed his internal muscles and lifted his hips for the next thrust, making the fit so tight and deep there were dark spots behind Brady’s eyes. “Stop talking, Brady.”
“Yes, Master.” Brady saw Ken’s blown out pupils and knew he was close. He picked up the rhythm that would push them both over, holding him down with the weight of his big body so he couldn’t do anything but take it.
“Brady…God, baby. Yes!” Ken’s orgasm hit them like a wave breaking hard on the rocks. He was shaking, his come pumping out onto his smooth chest.
“Ken.” Brady jerked and shivered hard as his orgasm seized him and wouldn’t let go. Love you, he thought, filling Ken with his release. Love you…
***
It was late afternoon when Brady padded out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, searching for Ken and—when his stomach grumbled loudly—something to eat. They’d spent most of the morning wearing each other out, Ken more insatiable than usual. Brady passed out around noon and when he opened his eyes again, he knew he was alone in the bed.
He poured a cup of eggnog and grabbed a handful of mixed nuts from the bowl on the counter, looking around the living room. They’d decorated a few weeks ago, after Brady told Ken about holidays with Sol. Elder wasn’t that big on…well anything really, but he seemed to have an extra dose of hate for this holiday season. Brady used to think it was because he’d been a cop for so many years. Christmas wasn’t all carols and tidings of joy. There was generally an uptick in crime as well. Whatever the case he and his brothers rarely had a reason to look forward to December.
Ken hadn’t celebrated the holidays since he’d lived with Patricia and her sons, so they decided to go all out. Now the classy loft looked like the damn North Pole and smelled like a pine tree…and Brady loved it. He also loved that Ken had done this for him. The memory of them standing naked in the living room stringing lights and trying to come up with new lyrics to their favorite childhood carols would stay with him forever.
Ken’s phone and keys were on the coffee table and his shoes were by the door, which meant he was still in the building, just not the loft. What was he up to?
Not bothering to dress, Brady opened the front door and stepped across the hall to the newly renovated office. A few months ago Ken had trashed the large room filled with computers and hardware he’d used to create and improve anti-hacking software for the government. As a freelancer, of course. Ken liked being his own boss. And he wasn’t a stickler for rules or Keep Out signs.