Free Gone Away by Elizabeth Noble

comforting. When Mason sighed and his breath blew softly across Riece’s skin, he shivered slightly.
    “Cold?” Mason asked and tightened his grip.
    “No. I’m quite comfortable.”
    “Good.” Mason kissed the back of Riece’s neck softly and gently. Eventually Mason’s hand left Riece’s hair. He reached for the bottle of lube and the washcloth Riece had left near the bedrolls, and he smoothed the washcloth across Riece’s groin.
    Riece sighed out a moan and tilted his hips backward even more when the silky slick gel covering one of Mason’s fingers pressed between Riece’s asscheeks. It warmed when it came into contact with his skin and oozed down to his entrance.
    When Riece tried to twist around and face Mason, his grip on Riece tightened, holding him in place. The position they were in prevented Riece from making more than the slightest move. Mason had him, and that was what Riece wanted more than anything.
    Easing his finger back and forth very slowly, Mason worked the lube into Riece. It was intoxicating the way he wanted to move back against Mason and his finger, and couldn’t. Shivers ran freely along Riece’s spine. He clenched his hand more tightly around Mason’s.
    Mason had always had a possessive streak a mile wide and a dominant side that matched it. It was part of why Riece loved him. He wanted to feel all that possessive dominance in full force again. He suspected it was also what Mason used as a defense to protect himself from hurt. Hurt that Riece had caused.
    Sucking in a deep breath, Riece did what he knew would drive Mason on: he sighed out a husky moan. Wiggling his hips as much as possible side to side, Riece reveled in Mason’s hard cock against the back of his thighs. His breath caught and his own cock jerked.
    “Like that?” Mason murmured in Riece’s ear.
    Riece nodded. “Hmm, I sure do.”
    “Then you’ll love this.” Mason twisted his hand and pressed his finger against Riece’s balls, rubbing back and forth, pressing up and in with enough pressure Riece could only gasp from the sparks that formed there, filling his testicles before spreading through his groin.
    Mason eased one leg over Riece’s hips. He pressed his cock between Riece’s slick cheeks. Pushing up against the tender spot behind Riece’s testicles, Mason rubbed his finger in small circles.
    Riece’s hips twitched. He gasped, “Oh God, yes.”
    Mason used a slow, steady movement to ease his cock into Riece. He moved his hips in a gentle rocking motion, all the while stimulating Riece’s prostate from the outside. Riece trembled, and his pelvis stuttered. Mason held him firmly in place and at the same time picked up the pace of his thrusts. Riece tried moving so he could get some friction against his cock, but Mason had him positioned so that was impossible. He gasped and panted, desperate to stroke his cock but unable to.
    Mason licked and sucked on Riece’s neck. The rhythm of his thrusts increased, and he began shifting side to side, dragging in and moaning out deep breaths. In the next instant, he held his breath for a few beats, then blew out one long groan. He held Riece so they were pinned very tightly together. Riece felt Mason’s cock pulsing, and liquid warmth filled Riece.
    Finally, Mason moved his hand and took hold of Riece’s cock. Riece had been on edge so long it didn’t take much more than a few squeezes for him to gulp down air before he shuddered and came.
    Riece sighed. “That felt good,” he said after a few minutes of deep breathing.
    “Yes, it did,” Mason said and chuckled. He moved back far enough to ease out of Riece, then wiped the washcloth over Riece’s soft cock. Riece felt him move one arm out of the bedroll and toss the washcloth to the ground.
    It didn’t take long for Riece to drift off. He was happy and felt safe with Mason wrapped around him and holding him close.
    Morning came all too soon. The air was crisp and clean. It smelled sweet, with the faint tang of