Page 102 of Coven of Corpses

"Oh, yeah," Demetrius moaned. "Yeah."

Cody paused to spit on his finger then resumed sucking him, eyes lifted to watch his expression, to track his pleasure as he gently pressed the slick tip of his finger inside.

"Yes, Cody, go deeper." Demetrius heard the pleading whine in his voice and didn't care. "That's it. Oh, God."

Cody slowly worked his finger inside, the burn and stretch a familiar dance, then moved his mouth down to suck his balls, easing his legs up a little at a time until he'd exposed his hole. He ran his tongue across the sensitive skin, eyes open and watching Demetrius's face as he licked, kissed, and sucked him. Demetrius slowly stroked himself with his head propped against the back door, looking back at Cody and nodding, beyond words now.

With a final push of his tongue into him, Cody sat up and reached into a pocket on the back door, bringing out a small bottle of lube.

Demetrius raised his eyebrows, a hint of their usual banter breaking through the intensity. "Was I that much of a sure thing?"

Cody grinned and shrugged as his cock stood straight up in front of his jersey, thick and powerful. He uncapped the lube and drizzled it on the tip of his dick, then smoothed it over the length with his hand in a motion that was both practical and deeply erotic.

"Let's just say I was hoping this was how the night would go," Cody said, voice rough with desire. He grabbed a small towel from the door pocket and wiped his hand, then leaned in over Demetrius, supporting himself in the space above him and looking down into his eyes. "You ready?"

Demetrius lifted his legs, forcing Cody to slide back a bit. He held the backs of his knees and looked up into Cody's eyes as he leaned above him once again.

"I've been ready all my life."

Cody dipped down for a kiss and, with slow, steady movements, entered him. Demetrius gasped into Cody's mouth and closed his eyes, overwhelmed by sensation.

"God, you're so fucking tight," Cody’s voice strained with the effort of control. "I'm trying to go slow."

"You don't have to go slow. It's okay."

"I know what it felt like…" Cody said, the words halting, loaded with shared memory of their time in each other's bodies, a unique understanding that no other couple could claim.

"I know. And I know what you're feeling, and it's okay. Fuck me." It was both permission and plea.

Cody kissed him and pulled back, then pushed in again. Demetrius grunted into his mouth, the sound swallowed by Cody's kiss. Cody thrust again, and again, then he sat back and grabbed Demetrius's ankles, lifting his legs higher as he continued to move his hips, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Demetrius's body.

The scent of Cody's sweat and their mingled arousal filled the car, a heady perfume that belonged only to them. Pre-cum dribbled from Demetrius's dick with each thrust. It felt good—it felt right—and then Cody shifted position slightly. The new angle sent sparks spiraling through Demetrius's brain, overwhelming in its intensity. His mouth dropped open, but he couldn't form words as Cody pounded into him, only unintelligible sounds escaping with each thrust.

"I'm close," Cody said, voice tight with approaching release as he dropped to one hand above him. The musky smell of him hit Demetrius like a revelation, and he lifted his head to press his face into the damp fur of his exposed armpit, drawing in a deep breath. Cody knew him well enough he’d skipped wearing deodorant.

"Fuck, Demmy," he gasped as Demetrius ran his tongue through the hair, tasting the salt of his exertion. “I’m there. I'm coming."

The words were all Demetrius needed. He stroked himself to a shuddering climax that seemed to start at his toes and rush through him like a tidal wave. His release splashed across his chest and belly as Cody's cock pulsed inside him.

When he'd finished, Demetrius dropped his head back, gasping for breath, every muscle loose. Cody dropped his head into the space between his neck and shoulder, breath hot against his skin as he panted, still inside him. He gasped out a breath, and a shudder rattled through him. Demetrius kissed the side of his head, his hair damp with sweat.

“Amazing,” Demetrius said. “Always.”

“Yeah?” Cody’s voice shook slightly, and his body shook with another shiver.

Something felt off. Demetrius pulled his head back to try and see his face. “Cody?”

A quiet, choking sob sent a dart of anguish into Demetrius’s chest.

“Oh, baby.”

Demetrius tried to push him back to be able to see his face, but Cody resisted. He remained inside him, arms sliding under his shoulders, pulling Demetrius tight against him as he finally broke down. His big body convulsed as he sobbed, grief pouring from him. Demetrius clung to him, pressing his arms hard against his back, keeping him anchored in the backseat with him. He could feel the slick material of his jersey and the soft fabric of the number on his back.

“She’s gone,” Cody said between sobs. “She’s gone.”

“I know,” Demetrius replied, tears running down his face. He held him even tighter, and when Cody shifted slightly, his cock slipped free. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

For several minutes they clutched each other as Cody wept. When his sobs finally softened to sniffles, he kissed the side of Demetrius’s neck. Tears pooled in his eyes and shone on his cheeks, but he managed a trembling smile.