Sunday Snog #144: Quarantine

My M/M snog two weeks ago seemed popular, so I thought I'd post another ;^). 

This excerpt is from my sci fi erotic romance Quarantine, which was a 2012 Rainbow Awards finalist. The lip-to-lip kiss is pretty brief, but there's plenty of orality of another sort!

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“Urgh…” Dylan released a groan that turned into a cough. His eyelids fluttered open. “Rafe…” he whispered. “You found me.”

“Damn straight I did. You think I was going to just let you go and be some white honcho’s sex slave?” Rafe hid his concern in gruffness. Dylan looked really ill.

“But how—?”

“Never mind. We’ve got to get out of here.” Rafe pulled out a penknife and began sawing at the leather ankle-cuff.

“Um…I don’t know if I can move just yet.” A shadow of Dylan’s usual cheeky smile flitted across his face. “Anyway, Kevin won’t be back until tonight.”

“Kevin? You’re on a first name basis with the prick?” Rafe halted his attack on the cuff to glare at Dylan. All his insecurities came flooding back. “Did he fuck you?”

“No, no… I told him no, Rafe.” Dylan voice was edged with anxiety.

“And he listened to you? When he had you hogtied and at his mercy? You expect me to believe that?” A haze of red clouded Rafe’s vision. “A slutty little perv like you? I saw you in his eP rig, humping away—”

“It’s true, baby.” With obvious effort, Dylan pushed himself to a sitting position and held Rafe’s accusing gaze. “I won’t say he didn’t touch me. And I won’t claim I wasn’t tempted, especially when it seemed like it might help me get away. But I told him I belonged to you. Honestly, Rafe. He said you’d been captured, but I refused to listen.” Dylan’s eyes had a liquid gleam. “I’m so grateful you’re okay. I was worried…”

“You think you were worried?” Rafe leaned in, raised Dylan’s chin and claimed a kiss. The familiar taste scattered his negativity. “Oh, God! I thought I’d lost you forever.” He sealed the other man’s mouth with his once more.

Dylan seemed to draw energy from Rafe’s body. His fingers scrabbled at Rafe’s belt, pulling out the tail of his shirt, pushing it up to expose Rafe’s chest, stroking the knotted fur between his breasts. A gentle twist to Rafe’s nipple sent pleasure shuddering down to his groin. Already his cock was thickening in his jeans. A quick glance revealed that despite his recent eP-fuelled orgasm, Dylan was hard and ready, too.

“Wait, we can’t… Someone’s going to come and find us…” Rafe protested, even as his swollen cock sprang into Dylan’s eager hand.

“I can’t wait,” Dylan replied, dipping his copper-crowned head to run his tongue down Rafe’s length. Dylan’s mouth closed over Rafe’s flesh and sucked him with a force he felt at the bottom of his balls. He wanted to let go, just pour out all his frustration and fear into that hot, wet, muscular cavern. Dylan plunged up and down, swallowing Rafe’s stalk to the root on the downward stroke, swirling an agile tongue around the bulb on the way up. It was heaven. He couldn’t believe how much he’d missed this. Less than twenty-four hours without his boy, and it had felt like weeks.

He jerked his pelvis, driving his rod down Dylan’s throat. The other man took everything he dished out, as he always did. The pleasure was so intense Rafe could hardly stand. Any minute and he’d come, filling that clever mouth with his jizz. Already there was that tightness that told him he was about to unravel.

All at once, it wasn’t enough. He wanted to give as well as take.

Dylan whimpered when Rafe pulled away. His cheeks smeared with saliva, his lips red and swollen from the force of Rafe’s thrusts, Dylan looked so hot that Rafe almost shot right then and there.

“Lie down,” Rafe commanded, pushing his lover back against the coverlet. The smell of sex was all around them, making him harder and hornier than ever. He climbed onto the bed, his back to the headboard, and straddled Dylan’s face. “Open.”

Dylan didn’t need to be told what to do. With obvious glee, he swallowed Rafe’s rod once more. Meanwhile, Dylan’s cock bobbed in front of Rafe, pale and rock-hard. The fact that Dylan had come, explosively, perhaps ten minutes before, made no difference. Rafe felt a weird sense of pride, that he could inspire such lust in the other man.

He stretched out in the direction of Dylan’s bare feet, lowering his body on his arms as though he were doing push-ups. Ignoring the ache from his climb, he extended his tongue and gathered a salty drop of fluid from Dylan’s shiny knob. Dylan quivered beneath him and sucked with more energy than ever.

Rafe rammed his prick into Dylan’s mouth, seeking heat and wetness. Meanwhile, he opened wide and engulfed his lover’s cock, sliding his lips down the length. The taut skin was velvety and smooth. He thought he could feel Dylan’s pulse against his tongue. He licked at the warm, ripe flesh. It felt so alive, so full, ready to burst.

He’d never tasted a man’s cum, but he wanted to now. He rocked his hips up and down, letting Dylan feast on his meat. Meanwhile, he suckled the other man’s organ, mimicking the tricks Dylan used, that he was using now, in fact, to drag Rafe to the very edge of control. Pleasure welled up and threatened to overflow, but Rafe didn’t plan to come yet. No, he needed to hold on until he made Dylan shoot. It was a matter of honour.