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"I already told you I was sorry," Arden answered. "But if you're not going to believe me I can show you."
"How?"
Bash grunted as Arden's calloused hand pinned him to the bed. He reached over and rifled around in his nightstand before he produced a bottle of lube. Bash watched him pour it onto his cocks before he lathered up Bash's asshole as well.
"Fuck," Bash moaned. "I'm supposed to take both of those?"
"Only if you can handle it," Arden said.
Bash gazed up at him and his heart softened. Arden looked hot hovering above him like that. He licked his lips before spreading his legs a little more.
"I can handle it," Bash said. "Give it to me."
He was still sore over Arden abandoning him, but not as much as he was before. At the end of the day, Arden had saved him. It might have been later rather than sooner, but he was alive. And he had a place where he belonged. Even if that place was just bouncing fools during the night and winding down with a cold beer and a crappy tv show during the day. It was a life. One that he wouldn't take for granted after not having one for so long.
Their lips clashed again and their tongues tangled. Bash felt like his lips would swell if he kept kissing Arden. The man's hands stroked over his skin and every thought process stopped as he grabbed and stroked right back.
Friction built between them until Bash couldn't take it anymore. If he had to endure one more kiss, touch, or lick against his throat, he would lose his mind!
"Fuck me," Bash growled as he gazed up at Arden. "Either do it or get off of me."
Arden chuckled. "I'd much rather fuck you."
He pressed one of his cocks against Bash's hole and the man bore down, trying to get more of him inside. Arden groaned and shoved forward making Bash's back arch from the bed.
"I can tell you're eager for my dicks," Arden said as he shoved forward more making Bash moan. "And it's the hottest thing in the world."
"Shut up and fuck me right!" Bash snapped.
"I wouldn't dream of not doing just that," Arden teased. “You’re a bit of a mess, you know that?”
Bash groaned. “I hate you.”
The laughter that echoed from Arden’s lips made Bash flush all over. He wasn’t the least bit worried about Bash’s bullshit. Arden's length slammed inside of him and Bash saw an expanse of stars against an inky black night. As his head cleared, he realized he'd been penetrated so strongly that he had hallucinated for a moment. Shuddering, he shook his head and glared at Arden.
"Are you trying to kill me?"
"I'm only doing what you asked," Arden cooed. He shoved Bash's legs back and grinned. "So grab your thighs, hold your legs back, and take my fucking cock."
Bash almost came on the spot at his words but he sucked in a deep breath and screwed his eyes shut.Was this a dream? Could it really be possible that Arden was fucking him?He tried to imagine a million scenarios where he'd drank too much or was sleeping too deep for this to be true, but that wasn't the case.
Arden was fucking the life out of him.
He bounced as the man drilled into him. Bliss gripped his belly and spread as if a bomb had gone off inside of him. His breath came in short, quick pants before he groaned and growled. Bash's deep voice rang out and he grabbed a handful of Arden's hair.
"No," he snapped at the man. "Harder! Fuck me like you want to keep me!"
Arden's hand wrapped around his throat and squeezed. "You already are mine," he said as he gazed down at Bash. "Every fucking inch of you."
Fire shot through Bash. He lifted his hips and wound them, fucking himself on Arden's cock. Arden's mouth found his neck, his shoulder, his chest, and the man left a symphony of rough kisses behind. Bash's alabaster skin soon bore each and every one of his aggressive marks and made Bash’s heart swell.
"Give me your other cock," Bash groaned, his toes curling in anticipation of taking two. "I want to feel you stretching my hole."
Arden smiled at him. "Fine, but I'm lubing you up again," he grunted. The man was clearly still drunk and yet he handled Bash with some degree of gentleness. “Pre-come should do it, but just to be on the safe side.”
Why does he think he's so bad? Someone who cares like he does can never be a monster.
Bash couldn't wrap his head around it. Yes, he had a past. But he'd known soldiers from all over who had to deal with the fact that war was war. When you were in it, you kept your head down, your mind clear, and you did your job. He knew it took a toll on them and clearly Arden was no different, but he could never view him as anything other than the man that had saved him. That had saved all of them.
