Page 106 of Haunted

Butch stared into those eyes. “No.”

He shuddered at the light touch of Sol’s fingers as he trailed them up the shaft toward the head. Then Sol sat up, pulling Butch with him until he was upright before removing his tee, tugging it over his head. Butch unbuttoned Sol’s shirt, and Sol wrestled out of it, removing his own tee in one fluid action. Sol bowed his head and kissed Butch’s chest, flicking his tongue over Butch’s nipples. Then he tilted his face upward and their lips met, only now there was hunger in their kiss.

A hunger Butch wanted to consume him.

“Your mouth feels amazing,” Sol whispered between kisses.

Butch didn’t have words to describe how Sol’s kisses felt.

Sol gave him a push, and Butch fell backward onto the pillows. Sol knelt between his legs, bending over him until warm breath fanned the head of his dick. He grasped Butch’s jeans and tugged on them until they were around his knees, not stopping until he’d removed them. Butch’s shaft jerked, tapping against his belly, and Sol smiled.

“Lord, but you have a nice cock. Uncut too.” He got off the bed, unzipped his fly, pushed his jeans past his hips, and after stepping out of them, he straightened, his dick jutting out. “I thought that the first time I saw it. That night we jerked off, remember?”

Butch wasn’t likely to forget it. Sol’s cock was as thick and heavy as it had been that night, and the sight sent waves of want rippling through him.

This wasn’t simply getting off.

This wasn’t fucking to chase away a dark dream.

This was a longing that made him ache, made it difficult to focus on anything but the moment.

Sol got back onto the bed and lay between Butch’s legs. He pressed gentle kisses to his thighs before moving higher to flick Butch’s balls with his tongue.

Fuck.

Then Sol’s eyes met his. “I watched you, and all I wanted to do was this.” He raised Butch’s cock with a single finger, kissed his way up the underside of the shaft, kissed the head, and then took it into his mouth.

There was no way Butch could stay quiet.

He moaned, his hips pumping, his hand on Sol’s head, mesmerized as he watched his glistening shaft slide in and out. He shuddered when Sol played with the foreskin, sucking on it, pushing his tongue under it. Then he pulled free to kiss his way up Butch’s body until he reached his lips, and Butch melted into another deep, lingering kiss. Sol’s hand was on his hip, and Butch covered it with his own, their fingers lacing as Sol took his mouth again and again. The intimacy of the gesture threatened to unravel him even further, and Butch cupped Sol’s head, deepening the kiss.

Then Sol broke off. “You know what else I want? Your cum.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

He shifted lower on Butch’s body, moving slowly, taking his time, and with every passing second, Butch’s need spiraled ever higher. Sol’s lips were warm on his balls, and Butch groaned when he sucked one into the warm cavern of his mouth. Then Sol licked a path up his shaft and a cry fell from Butch’s lips to feel his dick surrounded by wet heat. He pushed up with his hips, both hands on Sol’s head, the ending in sight, racing toward them, no attempt at leisure but a hungry passion Butch understood, the same passion he felt from balls to bones.

“Sol… so close,” he ground out.

Sol pulled free, his hand curled around the base of Butch’s cock. “Then come,” he demanded. “Let me see you.”

Butch moaned, his shaft throbbing as he pulsed warmth over Sol’s hand. Jolts of pleasure wracked his body, his heart hammering, and through it all, Sol gazed at him, lips parted, eyes shining, his fingers still curled around Butch’s dick.

He shuddered out a low moan. “Oh my God. That was something else.”

The words didn’t even scratch the surface of what he’d experienced. This was every blow job he’d ever received, but pushed to the nth degree, an explosion of sensation that left him weak—and wanting more.

Sol let go of his dick, raised his hand to his lips, and with a leisurely tongue, lapped up every trace of cum. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and then he lay beside Butch, leaned over to caress his cheek, and kissed him.

Fuck. The intimacy of the act went beyond anything Butch had ever encountered.

They kissed, slow and tender, all urgency fled, all passion spent. Sol’s breathing was in sync with his, and little by little, Butch’s heartbeat returned to its normal rhythm.

Sol’s hard dick tapped against his hip, and a wave of torment rolled over him. He stiffened, unable to hide his reaction.

Sol stilled. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m a selfish asshole, that’s what’s wrong.”

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