21. Derek

Briar openedhis mouth to speak again—of course, he did—but Derek stopped him with a kiss.His orgasm had taken the edge off his desire, but Briar's warm, pliant weight in his lap was quickly stoking his need back to life.He didn't think he'd ever get enough of him.

Briar was a gorgeous mess. His mouth was red and swollen, his cheeks flushed, his skin painted in Derek's spend.

Derek quickly stripped his t-shirt over his head and used it to clean him up, kissing each fresh patch of skin as he went.He threaded his fingers through Briar's hair and tugged his head back, feasting on the salty flesh of his throat, while Briar squirmed uncomfortably in his lap.

There was a ripping sound as Derek tugged his sparkly shirt down to expose Briar"s shoulder, and he winced.Too big, too rough, like always.

"I don't care," Briar said breathily, reading his mind."Just get it off me."

Derek obeyed, adjusting Briar like a doll until he'd stripped them both of the restrictive fabric.Briar settled down in his lap, deliciously warm, with his arms around Derek's neck and his silky thighs straddling Derek's hips.

"Are you cold?" Derek whispered.

"No." Briar's reply was a soft breath on his neck.

"You're trembling," Derek pointed out, stroking a soothing hand over the goosebumps on his bare back.

"I know." Briar laughed breathlessly."But I don't know why. It's just sex."

It didn't feel like just sex.It felt like they were changing their lives.

"You're mine," Derek said fiercely.He wanted to hear it.

"Yes."

Briar's instant agreement should have satisfied him, but it only whetted his appetite for more.Animal instinct had taken over, subverting all his prized logic and self-control.All it wanted was more. He wanted to pin Briar beneath him, teeth in his throat, and force him to give up everything.

He cupped Briar"s ass in both hands, kneading and spreading him, exposing him to the cool night air.He teased Briar"s delicate entrance with one fingertip, petting and playing, waking the sensitive skin with each scrape of his calluses.

"You're so soft right here," Derek said, awed."I never thought a man could be so soft."

"Y-you are, too," Briar stammered.

Derek chuckled. "No."

So ridiculous. He pressed one finger into Briar's protesting mouth to silence him.

Briar moaned and laved his finger with his tongue."I can prove it," he mumbled around the intrusion.

"Hush." Derek kissed his damp temple, swiped his lubricated fingertip over Briar's exposed hole, and then gently slid inside.

Briar's hot flesh sucked him in, gripping his intruding digit like it belonged there.He withdrew his finger, only to reinsert it with a firm, deliberate thrust.Briar hissed, squirming in delight and clinging to Derek's shoulders.Derek watched his face closely while he explored, lightly stretching his entrance before slipping a second finger inside.Tight. So tight that Derek was afraid he wouldn't be able to take him.In his experience, his size had only ever been an inconvenience.His cock was painfully hard again, aching as if his earlier orgasm hadn't even happened.He was dying to bury himself inside Briar's body, but he would rather go without than risk hurting him.

Briar was quivering as if it was already too much.He squeezed his eyes shut, burying his head in Derek's neck.

"Too much?" Derek asked.

Briar shook his head. "No," he said thickly."I just don't know how long I can hang on.Hurry up and get inside me."

"Not yet."

Derek held his hips still with one arm, taking his time as he stretched and massaged, and only feeding him a third digit when his flesh was loose and buttery.Each time he pulled out, Briar's hips would buck in silent plea for more.Finally, Derek could resist no longer.He plunged his fingers inside Briar to the hilt, working him hard, and Briar bit down on the meat of his shoulder to muffle his tiny moans.He took everything Derek gave him, drunk on slowly building pleasure, until he finally broke.

"Derek," he begged, sobbing his name. "Please."

Derek reached down to their discarded clothes and fished a condom from the pocket of his jeans.

"Lift up," he murmured.

Briar tried to comply, but he was shaking too badly, so Derek hauled him up with one arm.

"Put your arms around my neck," he grunted, freeing up his hands to roll the latex onto his aching cock.He took the brunt of Briar's weight with his arms and guided him into position. They both gasped as his cock nudged against Briar's swollen entrance.

"Oh, wow," Briar whispered, sinking down a few inches before freezing.

"Take your time," Derek told him.He barely recognized his own voice.

"Oh, I've got this," Briar said with a breathless laugh."I've been training my whole life for this moment."

Even in his wildest fantasies, Derek had never imagined someone like Briar.Briar suited him perfectly, like he'd been born with a blueprint of Derek coded into his DNA.He was so warm, so giving, sheathing Derek so tightly that he was strained past the breaking point.It took every scrap of self-discipline Derek had to keep from thrusting up into his generous body.

Briar rested his palms flat on Derek's chest for balance and carefully lowered himself.Derek's gaze never wavered, taking in every detail: his flushed cheeks, rosy mouth, the gleam of sweat on his collarbones in the dim porch light.They both gasped when Briar finally sank down completely, a perfect harmony of pain and pleasure.Derek"s fingertips dug into Briar"s pelvis, his body trembling as he was enveloped in Briar's softness for the first time.

The rhythm they found was slow and deliberate at first.The rocking chair swayed gently with each sensual cant of Briar's hips.Their eyes were locked; their sweat mingled and their breathing grew heavy.Briar threw his head back and began to ride him harder, nearly upsetting the rocking chair with his thrashing.Derek braced his feet to counter the balance, but their rhythm was broken.

Briar collapsed against his chest, moaning in frustration."This damn chair!"

Derek chuckled and kissed his sweat-damp temple."Stand up."

"Nooo,"Briar whimpered, and if anything, his internal muscles clamped down even harder on Derek's swollen cock."Stay."

"It'll be better this way. I promise," Derek coaxed, stroking a hand down his spine.

Briar grumbled but reluctantly allowed Derek to lift him off his lap and set him on his feet.He looked so beautiful standing there naked in the moonlight, but he looked even better when Derek spun him around and bent him over the porch rail.Derek held him in place, one hand pressed to the center of his back, the other clutching him by one milky thigh and lifting his leg to spread him open.

"Hold onto the railing," he instructed, barely giving Briar time to comply before sheathing himself fully inside.The new position allowed him to reach so much deeper than before, and they cried out in unison.

"Oh, God," Briar choked, clutching the rail with both hands and hanging his head."Do that again!"

Derek obliged, pulling back halfway before thrusting with more force.The muscles of Briar's back tightened, and he let out a deep, primal groan that Derek had never heard from him before.A man. He was fucking a man. No.He was fucking Briar. Somehow, he knew it was only this good because it was Briar.

All he heard was their labored breathing and the sharp report of flesh slapping together.The porch railing creaked under Derek's assault, but it wasn't going anywhere—Derek had built it himself.He hitched Briar's leg higher and pounded into him hard, reassured by the encouraging sounds of pleasure-pain spilling from Briar's throat.Briar bucked against him, meeting each thrust.He'd been jerking himself off, but now he abandoned his own cock and reached back with one hand, grasping Derek"s hip and using it as leverage to pull him even deeper.Their bodies slapped together, sweaty and slick from exertion.Derek pulled his head back by the hair, punishing them both with his brutal pace, edging them higher and higher until it felt like they'd both gone crazy with pleasure.

Then it happened.

Briar convulsed beneath him. His eyes rolled back, and he cried out, shooting in uncontrolled spurts that painted his thighs in come.His internal muscles spasmed, clenching around Derek like a vise, sparking his own orgasm.Deep pleasure rocked through him, releasing years of pent-up frustration in a white-hot explosion.His vision went dark, and he collapsed on top of Briar's sweat-slick back, shoving him harder into the railing.Their joined bodies shuddered in unison.

It felt like they'd bled together until their edges blurred; he couldn't be sure where he ended and Briarbegan.He pressed his forehead between Briar's shoulder blades, kissed his back, and listened as their ragged gasps began tofade.They stayed like that for what felt like aneternity.The crickets had long stopped chirping, replaced by the soft rustle of leaves and the whisper of thewind.

This wasn't afterglow; it wasrebirth.

Nothing could ever be the sameagain.