God thrust harder and stroked Day’s rigid length in time with his thrusts. Day’s cock was like a steel rod wrapped with satin. Day grabbed God’s hand off his cock and licked the calloused palm from wrist to fingertips before guiding it back to his dick.
Holy fuck that was hot. God jerked Day a few times with his slick hand before he went completely still on top of him and ground the back of his head into the juncture of God’s neck.
“Fuck, I’m coming!” Day yelled.
God felt the hot come run down his hand. Day’s ass rippled and seized around his hard dick. God’s eyes were half-lidded, his orgasm rocketing to the surface so fast he felt light-headed.
“Make me come, gorgeous,” he moaned.
Day brought both knees up and placed his feet flat on the couch and rose almost completely off God’s length before slamming back down again.
“Oh fuck!” God yelled, slamming his head back against the couch.
Day continued that move until God barely understood what the hell he was saying. He was probably promising Day a kidney if he’d just continue doing that on his cock. God tried to hold off coming, but couldn’t any longer. He grabbed Day’s hip and yanked the man down onto him while he pumped his hot jizz into the condom, wishing that the thin latex barrier wasn’t there and he was heating his lover’s ass with his come.
“Leo, dammit. So hot.”
God rested his sweaty forehead against Day’s shoulder while he labored to catch his breath. They lay there a couple more minutes before Day moved to settle beside him. He turned and kissed Day on his mouth, gently sucking his supple bottom lip into his mouth.
“Love you,” he moaned while still sucking.
“Mmm. Love you too.” Day smiled.
“What’s so funny?” God asked while pulling off the condom, tying it, and dropping it in the wastebasket. He pulled Day close to him and buried his nose in his soft hair again.
“Everyone thinks you’re this hard, evil, tough, sonofabitch that no one can get close to. And I have you snuggled up next to me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear,” Day teased.
“Oh yeah,” God said in his gruff voice. “Well I don’t give a fuck what others think.” God kissed Day again. “Only you.”
Day kissed God back and began to stroke his already rising dick when God turned up the heat. He put his hand over top of Day’s and stroked with him.
“You better stop. We still have to run some errands today.” God licked Day’s shoulder, tasting his sweat.
“I know. Oh yeah, and we have to go in for a meeting,” Day said matter-of-factly.
God stopped stroking. “Nice you tell me now. What time is the meeting? You better not be fucking me while we’re missing a meeting.” God pinched Day’s ass.
Day yelped and got up off the couch. “No, of course not. While it may be worth it, I wouldn’t do that. The meeting’s not until two. So we got time to go get your stuff and bring it back here,” Day said while pulling up his sweats.
“All right, then let’s shower and get going.” God smiled at Day.
“I love that smile of yours that's reserved only for me.” Day paused and brought his hands up to God’s large chest.
“You’re the only one that cared enough to make me smile. Now stop trying to start something we don’t have time to finish.” God grasped both of Day’s hands and kissed them before spinning Day around and directing him back up the stairs.
He’s Mine Hands Off
God had sucked Leo off in the shower when his hard-on wouldn’t go away. He couldn’t take his eyes off the big man as water sluiced down his body, weaving over all those muscles. Day knew he had it bad, he was crazy about God.
As God drove them recklessly to the hotel, Day thought about work.
What the hell could be going wrong now?
When they pulled up in the mostly empty motel parking lot, Day surveyed the area. It wasn’t in the slums of Atlanta but it wasn’t in the ritzy part either.
God got out and Day followed behind him to a room located on the first floor. When God opened the door, Day immediately had to check his first reaction. The hotel room was musty and offered the bare minimum as far as amenities. There was a king-size bed in the middle of the room and Day wanted to cringe at the thought of lying on it. There was one night table with a telephone and a 2005 phone book. The covers on one side of the bed were pulled back and Day thought about God tracking him on that app and springing out of bed to chase after him.
The small, two-person wooden table had two uncomfortable-looking chairs underneath it. The television was an older model but it did have cable, so that was a small plus.