There would be marks. And Vik would look at them and remember this moment. The moment Temple bent and sucked Vik into his mouth.
He wrapped his fingers in Temple’s hair, pulling, panting, hips lifting to surge deeper into the wet warmth of Temple’s mouth. Temple made all the sounds, all the grunts, all the groans as he destroyed Vik and sent him spiraling. Temple sucked him as if that was all he needed to get by, to live, Vik in his mouth, thrusting down his throat and making him gag.
Vik hissed every time Temple’s throat closed around his tip. He cursed when Temple stripped his lower half bare and pushed his legs further apart, spitting out his cock and dipping lower, mouth on his balls, laving on them with his tongue, tugging then dipping lower, pushing his face into Vik’s ass.
Vik fell backward onto the countertop, legs in the air, balancing onto the small of his back as Temple licked his hole, tongue circling, getting him wet before a finger pushed into him.
“Fuck!” Vik yelled at the ceiling, reaching down blindly to palm the back of Temple’s head.
The other man grunted, the sound reverberating against Vik’s skin.
He hadn’t been penetrated in two years and that sting, the burn, instantly wet his eyes. Tears rolled down the sides of his face, pooling in his ears, but he still pushed back, silently begging for more, inviting Temple to keep going. He did, tongue soothing while his finger blazed a fiery trail that had Vik panting.
“T-Temple.” He didn’t know what he wanted— Yes. Yes, he did. He wanted Temple to ruin him on that countertop, to take away everything of the old Vik and make him into a new man. A tall order and maybe he had no right to want that, but he did.
Temple spat on him, pushing his saliva into Vik, loosening him, forcing two fingers in and stretching.
Oh God, the sting was phenomenal. The best thing Vik had felt in forever. He could deal with this pain. He craved this one. But it didn’t last. Temple pulled away, the weight and warmth of him disappearing. Vik whimpered, head thrashing.
Something crashed to the floor then Temple was back, this time his fingers significantly slicker, the scent of coconut hitting the air.
Smelled like Vik’s very expensive organic virgin coconut oil.
He couldn’t be mad, not when Temple’s greased fingers slid into him so easily now, two of them, spreading him wide, scissoring. He reached for that hand, circling Temple’s wrist, urging him on, helping him to thrust in and out. Vik clenched around him, moans rising louder and louder the deeper Temple surged into him.
His cries hit the ceiling when Temple hit his spot. “Oh, God. Fuck! Fuck!”
Temple grunted and hit it again and again, until Vik was writhing on the cold marble surface beneath him, legs in the air, pulling on his dick. He’d had orgasms in the past two years, taking himself in hand and bringing himself off. But the force of the orgasm that built in his toes and roared upward scared him and he opened his eyes, staring at Temple, mouth open in a silent scream as the climax ripped through him.
He came all over his fingers, cum spitting from him, and before he had a chance to breathe, to blink, Temple grasped his hips and pulled him upright and to the edge of the counter. His mouth slammed down on Vik’s, fingers pinching, holding him in place as he brought himself to Vik’s entrance and slammed in.
Vik screamed then. The pleasure was indescribable. Cum trickled out of his cock at that penetration, his muscles going crazy around Temple, who groaned into his mouth, teeth biting down on Vik’s bottom lip before he sucked it into his mouth.
Temple reared back before easing in, this time slower. Vik felt his restraint, the shudder of the other man’s body. The strength it took for him to take it slow, but Temple did, and his mouth never left Vik’s. He pressed in then pulled out and did it all over again, sinking deeper with each thrust. Until Vik was filled with him and Temple was balls deep. So thick, taking up all of Vik’s space.
Hot and so hard.
Perfection.
Vik wrapped an arm around Temple’s shoulder, his legs around his waist, and shifted, rolling his hips.
“Ungh.” Temple shuddered. “Fuck, do that again.”
Vik did, moving on him, rocking slowly as Temple’s fingers dug into his back. Then moving faster, lifting and falling on the dick inside him when Temple grabbed his ass with both hands and lifted him slightly off the counter. Vik kept himself anchored with an arm around Temple’s neck, and the other he placed onto the surface behind him as he moved, riding Temple.
Using muscles that hadn’t seen action in two whole years. They ached but that was the good kind of ache. After so long, Vik welcomed it.
He loved the harsh breaths Temple took. Loved that wild, unhinged look in his eyes; he loved the spots of color on Temple’s cheeks. He didn’t look in control like he always did. He looked as if he were out of his depth, as if he didn’t know which way was up.
Vik did that to him, and he couldn’t help the smile that touched his lips at the thought, the smile that twisted into a grimace when Temple angled him, hitting his prostate dead on.
“Fuck.”
“Ride it,” Temple grunted. “Ride that fucking dick until you come. Gonna fill you up.”
Goddamn it. A thrill shot down Vik’s spine and he did as instructed, working himself on Temple, rising and falling, fucking himself on that thick cock that stabbed into him, nailing his prostate every single time.
“Gonna make me come,” Temple whispered against his lips. “Tight ass making me come, Vik. Shit.”
Vik kissed him, sucking on his tongue, hips rolling, fisting Temple’s hair as he clenched around him.
“Ungh.” Temple jerked and shuddered, nails in Vik’s back punishing. They would definitely leave marks. “Shit. Just like that, baby. Fuck.” He broke the kiss and dipped his head, biting Vik’s shoulder, his chest, licking his nipples, and pinching them. “Vik. Argh. God. Fuck!” He slammed into Vik once. “Fuck!” Twice. Then stilled, burying his face in Vik’s neck as hot cum flooded Vik.
Vik shuddered, clawing at him, eyes closed and head thrown back. His body vibrated, clenching around Temple, whose hips started moving again, pounding into Vik through the orgasm. Vik jerked his head up, kissing him hungrily, desperately. Wild and wanton. They crashed into each other, teeth and tongue. Vik didn’t want it to end, he didn’t want reality to come rushing in. He wanted to remain where they were.
Temple inside him, his dick jerking every time Vik spasmed around him. His heart pounding and reverberating in Vik’s chest.
Vik didn’t release Temple, but after a while, Temple picked him up and walked them—their bodies still connected—out to the living room and onto the couch. Temple was still clothed. He’d only undid his pants to fuck Vik and why that was so hot, Vik couldn’t figure out.
As Temple hovered over him, smoothing a hand over his face, Vik tugged off the other man’s navy Henley and tossed it aside then went to work on Temple’s pants. They had to disconnect for that part and a broken whimper left him when Temple pulled out and straightened to remove the rest of his clothes.
The sense of loss was…immense and Vik started sobbing, holding a hand out, reaching for Temple.
“Ssh. I’m here.” Temple settled back over him, one hand parting Vik’s legs, exposing his hole where Temple’s cum trickled out. Temple watched him, expression tender as he worked two fingers back into Vik. “We didn’t use protection.” He didn’t sound regretful. “But you should know that I’ve always been safe. I would never put you at risk.”