Page 134 of Jackrabbit

Colt shivered when Beau pressed gently inside of him, taking in Beau’s scent as he worked him open slowly, methodically, adding more lube as he added another finger. He scissored and stretched and dragged his knuckles against Colt’s prostate. Probably just to hear him gasp. Colt was rocking back against Beau’s fingers within minutes, hungry.

“Beau,” he huffed as his cock dragged through the moisture he’d left on Beau’s stomach. “Please.”

“Almost there,” Beau murmured, his voice a low rumble against Colt’s ear. He added a third finger, and Colt moaned at the aching stretch. “Don’t rush me, boy.”

The gush of pleasure at ‘boy’ in that particular tone had Colt sucking in a sharp breath, his mind trying to move to,‘good boy, good boy, good boy.’He didn’t stay still, but he did bite his lip to stop himself from begging like he wanted to. Colt’s version of good. Flavored with impatience, following the spirit of the law.

He squirmed as he felt Beau’s own hips shifting just enough to tell him Beau wasn’t as unaffected as he was pretending, and Beau dug his fingers into Colt’s skin. Colt grinned against Beau’s neck and squirmed again, moving down instead of forward so he was rubbing against Beau’s shaft instead of his stomach.

“Colt.”

Colt flushed, and Beau had to be able to feel it against his neck where Colt’s cheek was pressed. “What? I’m just—ah!”

Beau rocked his fingers against Colt’s prostate quickly, again, again, again, until Colt was shaking and one second from ending this before it really got started. “Patience.”

Colt nodded, and Beau went back to what he was doing. By the time he deemed Colt ready, Colt was dizzy with want. He waited half a second after Beau pulled his fingers out to scrabble his hand around the sheets searching for thelube. Then he squirted it into his palm, dropped the bottle, and lifted himself on unsteady legs to reach underneath himself and spread it on Beau’s cock.

Beau laughed at him, dark and breathless, and it made Colt even more desperate to have him in. He lined himself up, then caught Beau’s eye and sank down onto him with a quick, sure movement that made both of them moan. He tipped his head back and shuddered, let himself adjust to the sheer size of this beautiful man, and Beau busied himself with touching Colt’s thighs, his hips, his abs, chest, throat.

When Colt finally did move, it was a slow, steady rock of his hips, just enough to feel Beau hot and hard inside of him every time he shifted. He pulled Beau into another kiss, opened his mouth against Beau’s lips and let out short, panting sounds as Beau gripped his hip and encouraged his rhythm.

Beau buried his other hand in Colt’s hair and tugged his head back so he could watch him with dark eyes. His lips were parted, his chest rising and falling faster as he started rising to meet Colt’s rhythm.

“Beau,” Colt husked, and it came out like a prayer.

“Yeah, boy.” Beau leaned forward to kiss Colt’s throat, dragging his chin against Colt’s Adam’s apple. “You’re doing so good. Beautiful boy.”

Colt’s rhythm faltered, something hot and overwhelming building in his chest that had nothing to do with the physical pleasure. He let out a gasping moan and kept working his body. Slower now. Deeper.

Then Beau gripped his waist, and in one smooth motion he flipped them.

Colt’s back hit the mattress with a soft thump, and Beau settled between hislegs, slipped back inside and hooked one of Colt’s knees with his arm so he could spread him further.

“Let me,” Beau murmured against Colt’s lips as he pushed them higher onto the bed.

Not trusting his own voice, Colt nodded, and Beau started to move.

It was slow. So fucking slow that Colt wanted to dig his heels into Beau’s ass and demandmore, faster, harder.But he didn’t. He let Beau set the pace, and Beau pulled almost all the way out before pressing back in with a roll of his hips that made Colt see stars.

Sweat beaded on Beau’s forehead and dripped, the room warm, thick with humidity. They were slick enough that Beau’s stomach slid against his.

“Fuck,” Colt gasped as Beau angled himself and hit that spot inside him again, as his whole body lit up. “Beau.Beau.”

“I know.” Beau pressed his mouth to Colt’s jaw, his throat, the hollow beneath his ear. “I’ve got you.”

He let go of Colt’s thigh, and Colt kept it hiked, wrapped it firmly around Beau’s side as Beau grabbed Colt’s wrist and moved his hand up above Colt’s head. Lips pressed against his, Colt shifted until their fingers were laced, and Colt felt like he was being taken apart one molecule at a time. Every thrust pushed air from his lungs right into Beau’s mouth, every drag of Beau inside him made his nerves sing.

Beau’s breathing was ragged now, and he was making soft, deep grunting noises. But he kept going at that same deliberate, devastating pace, pressing his forehead against Colt’s.

“Beau,” Colt moaned again, his back arching. “I’m gonna—”

“Yeah.” Beau reached between them and wrapped his hand around Colt’s cock—slick with sweat and precum—and stroked him in time with his thrusts. Smooth and firm and slow. “Come on, Colt. Let go for me.”

Colt’s orgasm crested over him with a broken moan as he spilled over Beau’s fist and his own stomach. His whole body clenched and shuddered, and Beau groaned against his neck. He hooked his arm back under Colt’s knee, his hips stuttering as he lost all rhythm and followed after, pulsing deep inside and filling him up.

They lay together, Beau pressing shaky kisses against Colt’s throat. Colt loved the weight of Beau’s body on top of him, warm and heavy and grounding. He carded his fingers through Beau’s hair and closed his eyes.

Eventually, Beau moved. He lifted onto his elbows and kissed Colt’s cheek and pulled out, laughing softly as Colt made a sound of protest and tried to make his weak legs cooperate and keep him where he was.