Free Haleigh's Ink by Jennifer Kacey

you right now for talking down about
yourself.” Kyle lowered his lids and sighed. Scott pumped several times in
short succession as Kyle laved his sac with his wet tongue. Scott watched him
lick his balls, and his arousal multiplied knowing he was having a tough time
reigning in his needs.
    What a fucking turn-on.
    Scott released the hold he had on Kyle’s head, retreating a
few steps until he was out of arms’ reach. Staring down at him, on his knees,
an erection straining close to his belly. Scott’s muscles hummed with pent-up
need to possess him again. To own his body like he’d wanted to own Haleigh’s
but couldn’t. Thinking of her had him picturing her again, next to Kyle on the
floor. Both of them on their knees waiting for him to command their pleasure
along with his own. “On the bed by the time I get done, Kyle, and I’m warning
you. I’ve had a hard-on for you for hours and it’s not gone yet. Gentle is not
what I need tonight.”
    He went into the bathroom without waiting to see if Kyle
complied. But he heard “Yes, Sir.” That was more than enough.
    He knew Kyle would be in place when he got back, but was
afraid if he kept watching him, picturing Haleigh with him, he’d flip him over
on the floor and take him again. He’d already had him twice but he couldn’t get
enough tonight. Being inside his ass was addictive. No matter how many times
Scott fought Kyle’s natural body resistance, every time was like the first
time. Every time made Scott want to take him again and again. Thinking surely
the next time he would have his fill and the urgency he felt to possess not
only Kyle’s body, but his heart and mind would dissipate. He’d stopped waiting for
that more than a year ago. The sex between them had only ever gotten better.
    He grabbed two things and caught sight of Kyle. He had
stripped the comforter off and knelt in the middle of the bed on his hands and
knees, gloriously naked with his head bowed slightly. Scott knelt on the bed
but didn’t climb behind him, shoving inside in the next heartbeat like he
wanted to.
    He bent at the waist and leaned underneath Kyle’s chest,
sucking the head of his cock. Kyle groaned loudly, trying to keep from
thrusting into Scott’s mouth. He ran his tongue around the flared head, dark
and flushed with need. His cock was thicker than Scott’s but it wasn’t as long.
It curled slightly up toward his belly, and Scott licked up his salty essence
as he laved it with his tongue.
    He ran his palm possessively over Kyle’s smooth sac as he
continued to make shallow pulls on his tight flesh. Kyle pumped his hips
slightly even though he knew that was a punishable offense.
    “Scott, please fuck me… I’m so damn close already and I want
you inside me when I blow.”
    Scott’s mouth popped off, but he couldn’t help but swipe him
one last time with his tongue, eliciting a distressed groan from Kyle.
    He kneeled behind Kyle and nudged his legs apart, catching
sight of the small tattoo he had inked on him after they’d gotten together.
Kyle had always been tight lipped about the why’s of that tattoo, and Scott
hadn’t really thought about it in quite a while.
    He smiled with an answer to a mystery finally answered.
Kyle’s asshole clenched as he pulled his cheeks apart, rimming the tight ring
he was about to fuck.
    “Oh God. Please, Scott… Please… You’re killing me here.”
Kyle fisted the comforter, arching, desperately trying to move away. Scott
brushed his thumb against Kyle’s firm hole.
    A whack split the quiet room and Kyle moaned low. “You’ve
talked bad about yourself, which puts me in a piss-poor mood, and now you’re
begging for something you sure didn’t earn.” He slapped the other cheek and
then petted the two red marks that appeared on the skin of his ass cheeks. “Why
should I help you?”
    Kyle latched on to the material beneath him. Scott knew he
was trying to restrain himself from squeezing the base of his dick to