In Arrears by Morgan Hawke

and nipping with his teeth. He didn’t know why he kissed him back...instinct? Habit...? Training...? He didn’t give a rat’s ass. His body was on fire and that was all that mattered. A moan bubbled up from his throat. He needed that hard cock pressing up against his knee. He needed it inside him.  
    Kessler’s hands shoved Roth’s coat off his shoulders where it flumped onto the floor at Roth’s feet. He jerked at the buttons on Roth’s shirt.
    Impatient, Roth tugged Kessler’s coat open and pulled the man’s shirt from his pants. He slid both hands under, pushing the shirt up, baring Kessler’s smooth belly and pale nipples. His lips followed his exploring fingers, and then his tongue. It felt so good, like silk. He smelled so good, like raw male arousal. He tasted so good, salt and sex...
    Kessler gasped and abandoned Roth’s shirt buttons in favor of tugging Roth’s belt open and then his pants. He shoved them down, freeing Roth’s cock.
    Roth kicked his pants off, and away, not caring where they went. His fingers scrabbled for Kessler’s belt and then his pants button and zipper.
    Kessler lifted up to slide his pants down to his knees.
    Roth dove to take Kessler’s cock into his mouth, licking and sucking on the hard, hot flesh. He tightened his throat muscles to take Kessler as deep as he could and still breathe.
    Kessler grabbed a fistful of Roth’s hair, threw his head back, and bucked up into Roth’s mouth with a deep guttural groan.
    Roth pulled his head away, saliva dribbling from his lips. “Now...”
    Kessler lifted his head, gasping for breath, his gaze half-lidded and slightly unfocused. “Now?”
    Roth grabbed onto Kessler’s shoulders and climbed up on the lounge, setting his knees on the cushions to either side of Kessler’s thighs. He rose up on his knees above Kessler’s lap, and reached down to grasp the saliva-slick cock, centering it on his hungry anus.
    Kessler stared at Roth’s rigid erection and grasped Roth’s bare buttocks. “Wait...!” Wait, you’re not...ready!”
    Roth growled and began to lower himself. “I’m more than ready.” He pressed down on the hot, saliva-slick crown of Kessler’s cock and pushed to open himself. His anus relaxed, spread, and engulfed the flared head. He hissed. It ached, it burned without lube to help, but inside he pulsed with impatient hunger. He shoved down hard to take it all.
    Kessler gasped and dug his fingers into Roth’s ass. He bucked upward, driving the shaft deep.
    That swollen ravenous place inside was struck and pressed tight, delivering a pleasure so intense and brutal, Roth howled. He lifted up on his knees and drove himself downward, starving for another taste.
    Kessler shouted and met him with an upward thrust.
    They hammered at each other, thrust meeting thrust, fingers clutching, mouths sucking hard on shoulders and necks, their bodies writhing in a ravenous frenzy of sweat, flesh and raw lust.
    Without stopping his upward thrusts, Kessler reached up to lock his fingers in Roth’s long hair and pulled the man down for a kiss that bruised both their mouths.
    Roth grabbed hold of Kessler’s silky black hair and kissed him back just as hard, panting and moaning into his mouth.
    Kessler’s hand found Roth’s cock. “I’m right there...” He began to stroke in time to his thrusts. “Cum for me.” His half-lidded gaze focused on Roth’s straining face. “I want to see you cum.”
    Climax rose horrifically fast, and crested. Roth choked and stiffened, his muscles straining. “God...” His balls clenched, his cock pulsed. Release exploded within him. He threw his head back. Mouth open and straining, he screamed out his ecstasy. Cum shot free to spatter Kessler’s bare belly.
    Kessler’s eyes closed and his head went back. “Yes! Fuck yes!” He grabbed Roth’s ass with both hands and slammed the man down on his cock once, twice, thrice... Within Roth’s body, Kessler’s cock pulsed, pumping hot cum deep