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phone numbers I threw away from that one party alone?”
“How many of them were men?” That was a sticking point with Bo, that men would give him their numbers. Seems even some of the upstanding pillars weren’t averse to having a Marine in uniform give it to them up the ass. Oorah.
“You don’t want to know.” He started with Bo’s nipples, nipping and licking until Bo bucked into him. Their cocks rubbed together as he moved up to Bo’s neck. He found his pulse and sucked that patch of skin into his mouth. This time he was going to leave him marked. Biting until he tasted a hint of copper. “You’re the only ass I can’t get enough of. I wanted to tell them all to fuck off, that I’m yours.”
“Next time. We’ll tell them next time.” Bo held his head gently, while Dylan nipped at the area, pulling up more blood patches to match the first one. “Oh, fuck, you feel so damned good. Want inside you so damned bad.”
“It’s my turn. I want to see your face this time. I want to see you when you come. I want that memory to take back with me. Of you looking well and truly fucked.” He reached for the last of the condoms and found the nearly empty bottle of lube. He didn’t wait for permission or for encouragement. Condom in place, he slicked himself and pushed himself between Bo’s legs. “Open for me, ‘Cephus.” The nickname fell from his lips for the first time since he’d heard it.
“Bowen. You called me Hurricane Bowen. Those are your names for me, not that damned name. Bowen.” Dylan reached for the bedside lamp as Bo spoke. The dim light exposed tears that Bo tried to hide.
“Bowen.” He leaned forward, his hands behind Bo’s knees, spreading him as he kissed him. “Hurricane Bowen. My Bo.” He whispered, biting his tongue as he pushed inside his lover. “You feel so good. I need to remember this. I need to know that you love me. I mean really love me.”
Bo threw his head back as Dylan hit his prostate. The sound that came from his mouth was caught between a scream and a moan. Dylan fought back moisture in his own eyes, knowing that this was Bo’s gift to him. He slowed his hurry for Bo. He wanted him to remember the pleasure not the pain. Fire burned in his eyes. Fire that Dylan would carry with him for the next eighteen months.
“I do love you. Really love you. Not just the sex. But god, this is…yeah, right there…” Bo squeezed his arms as he arched his body, trying to force Dylan deeper. “Makes me…harder, right there.”
Dylan couldn’t hold back anymore. He shoved Bo’s legs back farther and rocked into him, seating himself to his balls. He muffled Bo’s cry with his mouth. “Going to fuck you hard. Going to make you feel this. Feel me. For months. Going to make you scream my name and forget the others. Going to make you mine.” He slammed into him. Riding him hard. Sweat dripped from his nose to roll down Bo’s face. Pain etched across his lover’s features but Bo met Dylan’s thrusts. His cries against Dylan’s lips for Dylan alone.
“No others. Just you. Fuck, Dylan can’t take any more. Need to come now.” Bo sunk his fingers into Dylan’s arms, sliding his arms around his back to pull him closer. Nails grazed his spine, along the tattoo that bore his name. “Yours. Now and forever. Please. Oh fuck please.”
Dylan reached between them and stroked Bo’s cock. He gripped it tight in his hand and fucked him to the rhythm he set with his hips. Bo wrapped his legs around his waist and arched into him. His eyes wide open and wild, he came, roaring Dylan’s name. Dylan pumped into him, not letting him come down.Bo shuddered and trembled as Dylan squeezed another orgasm from him. This one stronger than the last. Only then did he let himself go. Only then did he call Bowen’s name while Bo stroked his back. Easing him back to reality, Bo held him wrapped in his long arms and legs. Mouth to mouth. Soft kisses and softer words. And Dylan pretended that
“How many of them were men?” That was a sticking point with Bo, that men would give him their numbers. Seems even some of the upstanding pillars weren’t averse to having a Marine in uniform give it to them up the ass. Oorah.
“You don’t want to know.” He started with Bo’s nipples, nipping and licking until Bo bucked into him. Their cocks rubbed together as he moved up to Bo’s neck. He found his pulse and sucked that patch of skin into his mouth. This time he was going to leave him marked. Biting until he tasted a hint of copper. “You’re the only ass I can’t get enough of. I wanted to tell them all to fuck off, that I’m yours.”
“Next time. We’ll tell them next time.” Bo held his head gently, while Dylan nipped at the area, pulling up more blood patches to match the first one. “Oh, fuck, you feel so damned good. Want inside you so damned bad.”
“It’s my turn. I want to see your face this time. I want to see you when you come. I want that memory to take back with me. Of you looking well and truly fucked.” He reached for the last of the condoms and found the nearly empty bottle of lube. He didn’t wait for permission or for encouragement. Condom in place, he slicked himself and pushed himself between Bo’s legs. “Open for me, ‘Cephus.” The nickname fell from his lips for the first time since he’d heard it.
“Bowen. You called me Hurricane Bowen. Those are your names for me, not that damned name. Bowen.” Dylan reached for the bedside lamp as Bo spoke. The dim light exposed tears that Bo tried to hide.
“Bowen.” He leaned forward, his hands behind Bo’s knees, spreading him as he kissed him. “Hurricane Bowen. My Bo.” He whispered, biting his tongue as he pushed inside his lover. “You feel so good. I need to remember this. I need to know that you love me. I mean really love me.”
Bo threw his head back as Dylan hit his prostate. The sound that came from his mouth was caught between a scream and a moan. Dylan fought back moisture in his own eyes, knowing that this was Bo’s gift to him. He slowed his hurry for Bo. He wanted him to remember the pleasure not the pain. Fire burned in his eyes. Fire that Dylan would carry with him for the next eighteen months.
“I do love you. Really love you. Not just the sex. But god, this is…yeah, right there…” Bo squeezed his arms as he arched his body, trying to force Dylan deeper. “Makes me…harder, right there.”
Dylan couldn’t hold back anymore. He shoved Bo’s legs back farther and rocked into him, seating himself to his balls. He muffled Bo’s cry with his mouth. “Going to fuck you hard. Going to make you feel this. Feel me. For months. Going to make you scream my name and forget the others. Going to make you mine.” He slammed into him. Riding him hard. Sweat dripped from his nose to roll down Bo’s face. Pain etched across his lover’s features but Bo met Dylan’s thrusts. His cries against Dylan’s lips for Dylan alone.
“No others. Just you. Fuck, Dylan can’t take any more. Need to come now.” Bo sunk his fingers into Dylan’s arms, sliding his arms around his back to pull him closer. Nails grazed his spine, along the tattoo that bore his name. “Yours. Now and forever. Please. Oh fuck please.”
Dylan reached between them and stroked Bo’s cock. He gripped it tight in his hand and fucked him to the rhythm he set with his hips. Bo wrapped his legs around his waist and arched into him. His eyes wide open and wild, he came, roaring Dylan’s name. Dylan pumped into him, not letting him come down.Bo shuddered and trembled as Dylan squeezed another orgasm from him. This one stronger than the last. Only then did he let himself go. Only then did he call Bowen’s name while Bo stroked his back. Easing him back to reality, Bo held him wrapped in his long arms and legs. Mouth to mouth. Soft kisses and softer words. And Dylan pretended that
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