Page 8 of Mytho Investigations: Side Stories

Vlash snorted. They were probably both going to regret this in the morning. But that was half the fun. That’s what made a good story, and he’d much rather have something to regret than spend another bloody night in his empty bed. “I’ll deal with that in daylight.”

Mason pushed two fingers into his ass.

The burn sent a tremor of heat through his blood, and a groan slipped past his lips.

“Too much?” Mason asked as if he cared.

“No.” And even if it was, he wouldn’t have admitted it.

Mason fucked him a few times with his fingers, turning and stroking that spot within him that always felt so good when hit.

When he pulled his fingers free, Vlash gasped at the loss. He rocked back, needing more. Needing something.

Then the hot head of Mason’s cock was pressing against his hole. He held his breath, even though he knew he shouldn’t.

“You’re going to need to relax a little, breathe out, and push back. You have done this before, right?”

“Of course I have.” Back before he was head archer. When he was just another soldier and it hadn’t mattered who he’d fucked or what he’d done.

He let out a slow breath and pushed back as Mason thrust forward and entered him. It was too much and not enough, and he needed Mason’s hands on him. He wanted to look Mason in the eye. Not that he was about to suggest a position change. Not as Mason started moving slowly, working his way deeper. Vlash kept his ass in the air and his face against the sheets. His teeth pressed into his lip so that he wasn’t groaning and moaning and carrying on with each stroke.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Mason said.

“And you’re so fucking good, I don’t want you to stop. I don’t care if I can’t sit for a week.” He stood behind the fucking till, anyway.

Mason’s hand glided over his ass, across his hip, and over his ribs, before running down his spine. He did it again, but this time, he stopped to trace each scar.

He didn’t ask where they’d come from, and Vlash couldn’t remember getting some of them. Nor did he want to rip open the past.

Their skin slapped together.

With a gasp, Mason pulled out. “I don’t want to come yet.”

Vlash glanced over his shoulder. Mason was gripping the base of his dick as though he was trying to kill it. Was there anything hotter than a guy taking a moment so he didn’t come too soon?

Vlash didn’t think so.

He took the opportunity to move, this time resting his forearms on the headboard.

Mason moved behind him and thrust in hard, drawing a reluctant groan from Vlash’s lips. He sounded like a needy whore.

This time, Mason’s thrusts were harder, each one deep, jolting Vlash and the bed. One of his hands sneaked over to grip Vlash’s shoulder, and the other slid around to fist Vlash’s cock.

He drew in a shuddering breath, knowing he was close to coming undone. Mason’s lips brushed the side of his neck. Vlash turned his head to catch the kiss. He moaned into Mason’s mouth as he came, lust tumbling through his blood and heat spreading over his skin.

Mason slammed into him a few more times before stilling and spilling deep inside him.

Vlash broke the kiss first and rested his head on his forearms. He could not go another ten years without sex.

CHAPTER 5

Mason leaned against Vlash. “Thank you.”

“What for? I think we both enjoyed it.”

Mason smiled against Vlash’s shoulder. He hadn’t meant the sex. “For making me feel like I can still pick up the hottest man in the room.”

Sure, they’d both been drinking, but Vlash was still going to be hot come daylight.