Puzzle by Nora Phoenix
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Branson had always loved kissing. Such an underappreciated act of intimacy. Take the way Ryder was kissing him back, making sexy sounds as he stroked his tongue along Branson’s and pressed his body against him, his hands roaming his naked chest. So. Fucking. hot.
He teased the outline of Ryder’s lips with the tip of his tongue, chuckling when Ryder got impatient, and sucked him back into his mouth with a growl. The heat flared up hot and heavy, settling in Branson’s belly, in his cock and balls. He swirled his tongue around Ryder’s, groaning when Ryder bit his bottom lip with a sharp sting. Damn, the man could kiss.
Branson didn’t even need to ask him to shed his clothes. Ryder took his hands off Branson, unbuttoned his pants, yanked them down, and kicked them off. He broke off the kiss and whipped his shirt off, sending a button flying. Hell yes. Branson loved Ryder’s honest eagerness. None of it was fake or played up. Ryder wanted him for real, and the thought set Branson’s body on fire.
The second Ryder’s shirt was off, Branson curled his hand around Ryder’s neck and pulled him close again, covering his mouth with his own. Ryder’s lips were warm, moist, and so soft, but his kiss was anything but. He kissed with the same passion as he did everything else, with all his energy sinking his whole being into it.
“Bedroom.” Branson tugged Ryder with him. He’d changed the sheets that morning in a hopeful mood that maybe Ryder would come home with him. Thank fuck for being prepared.
“Underwear,” Ryder mumbled against his lips as they stumbled into Branson’s bedroom, constantly kissing and touching.
Branson unceremoniously dragged down his underwear, then watched in awe as Ryder did the same and crawled onto the bed on his side, his hand under his head as he shot Branson an impatient look. The unadulterated lust in Ryder’s eyes was only surpassed by the cock-hardening sight of his ass. His naked, luscious ass, which was at an angle that showed off every perfect inch of skin, every glorious line of his curves. Oh, how Branson wanted to get his hands on that ass again. Cup it, squeeze it, then sink his fingers into him, followed by his cock.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he said with an appreciative sigh. “I could study you for hours.”
“That sounds nice, but I’d much rather you touch me.”
Branson chuckled. “My remark was hypothetical. No worries.”
“Good, because my need to feel you inside me isn’t. That’s very real, and it’s getting more urgent by the minute.”
Branson smiled as he grabbed supplies from the nightstand, then climbed onto the bed next to him. Ryder had turned, his ass toward Branson. He brushed his fingers down the smooth, hairless trail leading to Ryder’s pretty hole. Mere months ago, Branson would’ve sworn someone like Seth had been his type if anyone had asked him. Tough, strong, super masculine, and hairy. But now? He much preferred Ryder’s smooth body, the silky feel of his skin, the velvety texture of his taint, his most intimate places. Those balls, so tight already but so satiny. He longed to kiss them, lick them, take them into his mouth, and gently suck.
For a moment, a foreign emotion coursed through Branson. A mushy tenderness he wasn’t familiar with. A desire to…cherish. He pushed it down. That wasn’t what Ryder was here for, and it wasn’t what Branson wanted either. He wanted to let loose, to unleash his own kind of hell on Ryder—the kind that would usher in heaven right on its heels.
“Let’s get this party started,” he said, and if it sounded as forced as it felt to him, Ryder didn’t comment on it.
Branson opened him up with his fingers, efficient and fast. He’d love to take his time someday, play with Ryder’s hole—damn, he should do anal beads with him; he bet Ryder would love those—but not tonight. He had other plans…and so did Ryder.
Just as quickly, he rolled on a condom and lubed up. With a cock his size, more lube was better. He fisted himself a few times, shuddering when his cock thickened even more in his hands. “On your stomach, chéri.”
Ryder obeyed without protest, putting a pillow under his belly to create the proper angle. Perfect. Branson crawled in place and braced his arms on either side of him, his cock sliding to where it wanted to be, right between Ryder’s ass cheeks. He thrust a few times between his legs, loving the slick feel, the way Ryder shuddered. A pleased whimper drifted in the air, Ryder clearly enjoying himself. He rocked his hips, blatantly pushing his ass back even more. The invitation couldn’t have been clearer if it had come engraved and hand-delivered.
“I need your cock,” he said, proving Branson’s point. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
He’d promised him edging, but right now, Branson wasn’t even sure if he’d be able to. The urge to do as Ryder had begged was overwhelming. To sink inside that tight hole and claim it, loosen him up, and then fuck him as roughly as he could. Go to town on that ass until Ryder was a wreck.
But he’d shortchange both of them if he gave in to that urge. If he kept himself in check, followed his original plan, the payoff would be so worth it. He wanted Ryder needy and pleading, to make him beg for real. He wanted him sobbing for his release, out-of-his-mind crazy with the need to come.
Branson took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. “We’re on my timetable now, so buckle up, buttercup.”
“Oh, fuck,” Ryder grunted. “You’re going to torture me, aren’t you?”
“Yup, and I intend to enjoy every second.”
The first touch of his cock against Ryder’s hole sent an electrical current through him that made his balls tingle. He went slow, not even inch by inch, but a millimeter at a time, never pulling back but pushing gently, sinking deeper and deeper. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of his dick spearing into Ryder, opening him, stretching him. Oh, Ryder’s body clenched and pulsed around him, fighting to keep him out, but Branson wouldn’t be deterred.
“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck,” Ryder panted. “Why are you so goddamn big?”
“You like my cock, chéri,” Branson said smugly. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy watching Ryder struggle to accept him. It had to be some kind of caveman instinct, but to see Ryder’s slender form take him in, that pretty hole stretching obscenely wide, was such a fucking turn-on.
“I do…in theory.”
Branson laughed. “You will in a few minutes. I promise.”
He took his time, holding still when he sensed it became too much, then picking right back up the moment Ryder relaxed. Yeah, he might’ve needed a bit more prep, but Branson would be careful.
Ryder’s knuckles were white from the force of his grip on the comforter, and he had his eyes closed, moaning and whimpering as Branson fucked his way inside him. He dragged his ass up, and Ryder got the hint as he half kneeled, pushing his bottom up as he lowered his upper body and his head. Oh yeah, perfect. That whole ass wide open for him to fuck, to take, to wreck.
“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but you have the most fuckable ass I’ve ever seen. I just want to…ravish you.”
“No…offense…taken. Just…”
Branson pushed forward in one long thrust, burying himself completely. Ah yes, like coming home in the most perfect place ever. Hot, snug, and with such insane pressure on his cock his whole body tingled.
“Jesus…” Ryder hissed, his hole contracting and then releasing again. “I forgot how good it feels to have that monster inside me.”
“I’ll make you feel even better, chéri,” Branson promised.
He still went slow, taking his time to fuck Ryder wide open until every trace of resistance was gone. Then he flipped onto his back, bringing Ryder with him. “Ride me.”
Ryder’s eyes lit up. “Fuck. yeah.”
He straddled Branson, then reached backward and held Branson’s cock up as he lowered himself. “Fuckfuckfuck…”
He rose, then sank down again with another breathy moan. Branson couldn’t look away. The look on Ryder’s face as he closed his eyes, threw his head back, and started fucking himself on Branson’s cock hard and fast was more erotic than the hottest porn Branson had ever seen.
He held Ryder’s hips, assisting him as he lifted himself, then screwed down. Every time he bottomed out, Ryder’s eyes all but crossed, and the sexiest moans flew out of his mouth. His cheeks were rosy, his expression one of fierce concentration with bursts of pure bliss, and Branson couldn’t look away.
Ryder rolled his hips, taking him in again, and Branson couldn’t stay still anymore. He snapped his hips upward as Ryder lowered himself, meeting his thrusts. Raw, choked sounds rose from Ryder’s chest, from his lips, his eyes going hazy and unfocused as he took his pleasure from Branson’s cock. Ryder circled his dick, and he matched the movements of his hand with the rhythm of his hips, going faster and faster, growing more uncoordinated as he chased his release.
Branson’s jaw set, his body going tense as it protested against the tight hold Branson had on his release. Not yet, not yet, not until Ryder had come. But goddammit, he’d better come fast because Branson wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. Ryder’s moves grew urgent, frantic, and Branson matched his pace, unable to restrain himself. Their bodies slammed into each other, flesh smacking into flesh with wet slaps.
Ryder let out a curse, his muscles tensing as he jerked on Branson’s cock. Oh, thank fuck. Branson let go as well, and their bodies shuddered and shivered as they came at the same time. Ryder spurted his load all over Branson’s chest, hitting even his neck. Branson filled the condom, a nagging voice in the back of his head insisting he should ask to go bare next time. He chalked that up to orgasm craziness.
Panting, they broke apart, and Branson tied the condom with his last bit of energy. They dropped on the bed, side by side, saying nothing until their erratic breaths had slowed down. Branson turned his head sideways, just in time to see Ryder’s eyes flutter closed. He didn’t move as Ryder slept, his face relaxing and his mouth making little smacking sounds. He was fucking adorable, and before Branson knew it, he’d been studying him for a good five minutes.
Should he wake him so he could go to the guest room? Nah. Why would he? Ryder had chosen to have sex. He could damn well deal with waking up in the same bed. But Branson would clean him up because dried cum on your skin was…yuck. He rolled out of bed and cleaned himself in the bathroom, then brought back a warm washcloth.
Ryder moaned as Branson cleaned him, his eyes opening for a moment, looking unfocused. “Sshh, go back to sleep, chéri,” Branson whispered.
Ryder smiled, a sweet smile that made Branson’s stomach flutter, and then his eyes drifted shut again. When Branson crawled back into bed next to him, he couldn’t resist the urge to pull him close. Spooning Ryder, he fell asleep in seconds.
