Free Ascension by Bailey Bradford

from toes to the top of his skull. It made him tingle all down his spine, over his own hole and down to his balls. An incoherent sound spilled from his lips as Ro’s body just sucked his cock right in, massaging and milking his length.
    “Fuck yes,” Ro chanted, “fuck yes, fuck yes,” until it was almost a song in Conner’s ears. He lowered himself to his elbows and pushed his arms under Ro’s shoulders so he could get his hands into the long, dark hair. Then Conner slanted his mouth to Ro’s, having to hunch to do so because of their height difference, but it was worth it to be able to kiss Ro as he sank the last few inches of his dick into Ro’s tight ass. He closed his eyes and let himself go in the delicious sensations Ro brought to him.
    Ro shook so hard beneath him Conner thought he might come apart. Then Conner couldn’t think at all because Ro’s inner walls contracted around his dick, driving everything but the need for release out of Conner’s mind.
    Conner pulled out halfway then thrust back in. He grunted, unable to form words as ecstasy stole his ability to do anything but mate with this one man. He was dimly aware of Ro holding onto him, of the sharp bite of Ro’s fingernails scoring his biceps, but Conner could dwell on it.
    He was melting from the inside out as Ro’s body welcomed him eagerly over and over. Conner felt more animal than man, his baser nature taking over as he got to his knees, sliding them up until he was almost folding Ro in half. Guttural sounds were torn from him and Ro both as Conner pushed into Ro’s ass. Ro drove his hips up, eager for each thrust, and he whined and keened every time Conner withdrew even an inch.
    Conner tried to hold back, some inner voice nagging him to wait, wait, but it wasn’t until he opened his eyes and saw Ro try to reach between them that a brain cell flared to life and it occurred to him what he was waiting for. Conner growled and caught Ro’s wrist again.
    “Mine,” he got out right before he levered himself up enough to get his hand on Ro’s dick. It was hot and hard and leaking pre-cum. Conner pumped it once, twice, then Ro’s sweet mouth opened on a shriek that would have done a banshee proud. His ass clamped down on Conner’s shaft, and spunk shot from Ro’s slit in hot white spurts.
    Conner’s eyes crossed, his vision blurring and doubling and doing all sorts of new tricks. He pushed in as deep as he could and his cock pulsed, releasing his seed into Ro’s body. His earlier climax had seemed explosive at the time, but it was nothing compared to this, to marking Ro inside with his very essence.
    “Give it to me,” Ro whispered just before the last jet of cum spurted from Conner’s dick. He squeezed his butt and Conner yelped in surprise as another dribble of jizz left him. Conner collapsed on Ro but had enough sense to will his body to be more fluff than not. Ro wrapped his arms around Conner and held him tightly.
    “That was worth dying for,” Ro said after a while.
    Conner raised his head and glared. “That’s not funny, Rogelio.” Even if he agreed, on his part at least. “You had—”
    “I had nothing,” Ro said, anger giving his voice an edge. “Don’t tell me I did. I was too scared to do anything other than wait tables at Virginia’s Café. I wasn’t close to my siblings anymore. I was depressed and angry and Dad doesn’t seem like he’s going to miss me—”
    “You had more than you realised,” Conner corrected, wishing he could make Ro understand. “A lot of people loved you, and will miss you.” But Conner stopped there, because the fact was, he loved Ro, too, and now he didn’t have to lie to himself about it.

Chapter Nine
     
     
     
    It was never a good thing to wake because you felt like you were being watched. Ro didn’t handle it well at all, screeching when his eyes popped open and he found a blurry face too close to his own.
    “Ack!” someone yelped.
    Ro flailed his arms, smacking into