Embracing His Syn, page 19
Syn flipped around so fast it startled him. “What? Why?”
“Well, because you seem a little upset. I don’t..." Furi stopped talking. He didn’t want Syn to know how much leaving would hurt him.
Syn looked ashamed, torn. Furi dropped back onto the bed, completely exasperated and draped an arm over his face. He huffed out a hard breath and angrily swung his legs over the side. “I’m outta here. I’m not staying long enough for you to realize you’re not gay and then fucking snap on me.” Furi was angrily shoving his legs into his pants and spun around to grab his shit off the nightstand when he noticed Syn was propped up on one elbow watching him with a broad grin on his face.
“Oh this is funny?” Furi hissed.
Syn stretched lazily. “Actually, yes. I think you’re hilarious. Now you and your dick get back in this fucking bed.”
“What?” Furi looked at Syn like he’d lost his mind.
“Just get in the damn bed.”
“Hell no.”
“Furious, for fuck’s sake. I’ve never slept with anyone, okay?” Syn groaned and scrubbed his hand over his beard stubble.
“You’ve never slept with anyone,” Furi said incredulously.
“I don’t mean like that. I’ve fucked enough, but they always leave after. I’ve never thought of sharing a bed with anyone. Hell, I don’t know if I snore, or if I fart when I sleep, or if–” Syn’s tanned skin flushed a deep crimson at Furi’s amused look.
“I don’t give a damn if you snore or fart.” Furi laughed. “I probably do both myself.” He plopped down on the edge of the bed.
Syn reached out and caressed Furi’s back. “You have to stop getting mad and trying to storm off. I said I’m not gonna hurt you, and I meant it. I’m definitely not upset about what happened tonight. So, like I said, get your dick back in this bed.”
Furi choked out a laugh, kicking his jeans off so he could climb back in bed next to his lover. Syn didn’t turn his back this time, he faced Furi head on. Furi inched closer until they were chest to chest, their cocks half-hard and lying tantalizingly against each other. Furi released a relieved breath when Syn ran one hand through his hair, tucking it behind his ear. He couldn’t resist leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to Syn’s mouth.
“You finished with me?” Syn said in that dark, masculine tone that Furi was quickly growing to love.
Furi chuckled against the side of Syn’s face, and nipped at his cheek. “Oh, I got more, baby.” Syn’s smile stole Furi's breath. Furi tilted his pelvis forward, groaning at the feel of their quickly hardening cocks grinding together. Still lying on their sides, Syn hooked his leg over Furi’s hip and ground harder against him. Furi kneaded at the hard muscles of Syn’s back, just aching to make his way down to that sexy, firm ass. He gasped when Syn grabbed his cock and began to stroke him with sure, confident moves.
“Fuck, Syn,” Furi moaned against Syn’s neck.
Furi worked one hand down to the small of Syn’s back and didn’t stop until his fingers were nestled in between two round globes. He gently brushed over Syn’s hole, loving the way the strong man jerked and moaned in his arms.
“Yesssss,” Syn hissed.
“Mmm,” was all Furi could muster. He had his eyes closed and his mouth latched on to Syn’s broad shoulder, while he thrust his erection in and out of Syn’s tight fist. Furi could feel the residual slickness around Syn’s pliant hole from the lubed toy and couldn’t resist pushing a finger in. Syn jolted against him. “You okay?”
“Fuck, yes. I, I, N-n-need–” Syn stuttered, absently pushing his ass back to meet Furi’s thrusting digit.
“I know what you need. But I want you to ask me,” Furi growled against the shell of Syn’s ear. He loved the way Syn’s body responded to him. Just like he’d imagined it would. Syn roughly gripped Furi’s shoulder with one hand while the other hand continued to work Furi’s cock in his grip, sliding the foreskin up and down in a delicious dragging motion.
“I want this and you fucking know it. So, don’t play with me,” Syn snapped back at Furi. Furi’s cock jerked and leaked against Syn’s stomach. Fuck, his bottom was so damn hot and bossy ... demanding to be fucked.
“Turn over,” Furi ordered.
Syn complied quickly. Furi knelt down and licked a path up Syn’s neck to his cheek, sloppily kissing and nipping at his lips. Syn’s blissful moans and facial expressions were enough to convince Furi that he was ready to get fucked. He’d make it good for Syn if it was the last thing he did.
Furi grabbed the lube and condom off the nightstand and made quick work of preparing himself. He used two fingers to massage around Syn’s hole. The way it quivered under his touch had Furi clenching the base of his cock to keep himself under control. “So fuckin’ hot.”
Syn grunted and pushed his ass back for more. Furi knew the man was thriving under his words of praise. Syn was that type of man. He had to be the best at everything he did. He was a bottom, so he was gonna be the best bottom Furi ever had.
“No more goddamn fingers. Fuck me already,” Syn hissed over his shoulder.
Furi slapped Syn’s ass a few times with his hard cock. “Damn, you are a bossy bottom, aren’t you? Look at you. Aching for my cock,” Furi moaned, rubbing his sheathed cock up and down Syn’s crease. He grabbed the lube and drizzled it messily over Syn’s hole.
“Damn, you gotta bathe me in fuckin’ lube? Does it have to be so damn cold?” Syn grumbled.
“Next time I’ll put it in my handy-dandy lube warmer first,” Furi mocked sarcastically, slapping Syn’s ass hard with his right hand. When Syn started to protest that, Furi pushed a hand down between Syn’s shoulder blades, slamming him down onto the mattress. He nudged his cock against him and began to push inside. Syn gripped Furi’s thigh, urging him on.
Furi pushed steadily and Syn opened up to him with little resistance. “Don’t fight it babe. Breathe through it.”
“Ugh. Fuck,” Syn groaned.
Furi felt Syn tensing up. He stopped pressing forward and Syn grabbed at his leg, urging him to continue. Furi grabbed Syn’s hand off his leg and intertwined their fingers. “Relax. I refuse to hurt you. Breathe, slow and even.” Furi rocked the length he already had in Syn’s body slowly back and forth.
“So fuckin’ tight.” Furi could feel the rise and fall of Syn’s chest as he tried to breathe through the intrusion.
“Mmmm. Burns,” Syn hissed.
“Trust me baby. It’s gonna get real good.”
“I trust you,” Syn whispered.
Furi’s heart soared at those words. Damn he wanted this man to be his, more than anything in the world. Syn was exactly what he was missing in his life. Although he never imagined falling for a cop, he wouldn’t change one thing about his newly gay, over-protective Sergeant.
“Good, baby. Open up and let me in. Let me make you feel good.” Furi draped his long frame over Syn’s back and pushed in slowly and steadily, until his pelvis pressed against Syn’s hot ass. “Ohhh, fuuuuuck. Goddamn, you feel good.”
“Furious,” Syn said through a shaky breath.
“I’m right here baby.” Furi moved his hips in shallow thrust while Syn got used to having him inside him. Which didn’t take long. Syn pushed back against Furi, making him cry out at the pleasure caused by the deeper penetration. “Feelin’ good babe?”
Syn nodded his head. His face was buried in the pillow mumbling something Furi couldn’t’ understand. Furi let go of Syn’s arm and laid his body down on top of him, pushing them both into the bed. Syn groaned loudly as Furi buried himself deeper.
“Let me hear you, Syn. Let me hear how good I make you feel.” Furi pulled Syn’s hair, turning his face from the pillow. “No hiding from me.” Furi pulled out and thrust in hard. This time both of them yelling their pleasure into the dark room. Furi didn’t want Syn coming anytime soon; he wanted to live in Syn’s heat forever.
“Furious, I want ... Do it ... Fast ..."
Syn didn’t know how to say what he wanted but Furi knew. He rose up on both arms, arching his back and began to thrust long and deep into Syn’s ass. He knew the feeling of being so full and feeling like it wasn’t enough, needing more. That indescribable moment where pain and pleasure meshed; the mind not knowing whether to cry out or moan, the sound created is a combination of both which most closely resembles a whimper. That’s where his beautiful Sergeant was right now. Mewling Furi’s name over and over while tilting his ass up toward him, begging for more.
Furi leaned down to lick around Syn’s ear. “Want me to fuck you hard don’t you? Make you yell? Make you lose your fuckin’ mind? Don’t you, gorgeous?”
“Furious. Furious. Please.”
Syn’s deep, pleading voice was the most gorgeous sound in the world. “Fuck!” Furi pistoned his hips, fucking his lover hard and deep just like he begged. Furi reared back and gripped Syn’s hips pulling him up on all fours. Syn’s protest fell on deaf ears. He knew his man loved that position of Furi putting his weight on him, but Syn was going to love this one too. Furi’s hold was unrelenting. He gripped both of Syn’s broad shoulders and slammed him onto his cock with each drive forward, going for the deepest penetration possible. His pace was fast and brutal. He changed the angle a couple times until Syn shouted out in delicious bliss. That’s it. Furi held that angle and hit his mark repeatedly until his man fell apart beneath him.
“Oh ... god ... oh ... god ... oh ... god. Gonna ...” Syn panted each time Furi propelled into him. His body jerked and heaved as he yelled obscenities. Furi was lost too.
“So goddamn hot. Fuck you so good. Fuck you until you belong to me,” Furi demanded, pumping his hips like he was a man possessed.
“Yes.”
“Yes. What?” Furi wheezed. He gripped Syn’s wet hair, his own sweat pouring off him like rain. Although Syn’s face was contorted, Furi recognized it as a mask of sheer ecstasy. He looked so damn beautiful. Furi began to lose his rhythm, “Gonna make me fuckin’ come, baby.”
“Yours. Yours. Yours,” Syn chanted.
Furi didn’t know if Syn was just lost in the pleasure, but he’d take that declaration for now. “Yes, mine.” Furi reached around and gripped Syn’s ... what the fuck? ... very soft cock. Furi’s brow furrowed. For a moment he thought he wasn’t making him feel good, but then it hit him like a slug to his chest. Syn had already come. Furi leaned over Syn’s back and drug his hand along the covers beneath him, his fingers landing in a pool of cooling come.
“Motherfucker,” Furi hissed. The thought of Syn coming without Furi even touching his cock sent Furi hurling into his own orgasm.
Syn didn’t’ think it was possible to come without touching your dick. But he had. And, damn! He’d come so hard that he couldn’t even shout, no sound came out. It was an explosive, silent wail, and Furi had fucked him straight through it.
Furi was sprawled across Syn’s sweaty back, his hips pumping erratically and Syn was hyper aware of Furi’s cock pulsing inside his sensitive channel.
“Goddamn, Furious.” Syn’s back arched as Furi slammed into him, holding him while his cock throbbed his release. Syn had never imagined anything could feel this good. He wanted to fucking kick himself for not taking what he’d needed a long time ago. Plenty of people had successful, demanding careers and relationships. Relationship ... with Furious. Syn’s body shook at the thought.
Furi licked at his ear, rubbed his strong hands up and down Syn’s back, soothing the tremors that racked his body. His channel was still pulsating as Furi’s cock slid out of him. Syn groaned at the empty feeling.
“It’s okay. I’m going to fill you up again very soon,” Furi whispered against Syn’s earlobe, like he’d read his thoughts. Syn’s cock was already twitching at the promise of his ass being filled again.
“Fuck.” Syn’s arms gave out and they both came crashing down to the cool, damp sheets. “Augh,” Syn grouched. He wasn’t a fan of lying in cold come. Furi chuckled on top of him.
“I guess you’re sleeping in the wet spot.”
“Get off me, shithead.” Syn’s tone was humorous as he turned and threw the sexy man off his back. Furi would've hit the floor but Syn reached out and grabbed his forearm, laughing louder now.
“Well give me a little warning next time.” Furi crowded in close to him and they fell silent, staring at each other. Their smiles faded slowly and instinctually they both leaned in, letting their foreheads come together first before lightly brushing slick, plump lips against each other.
“I feel good,” Syn said, running his hands through Furi’s hair. “Don’t worry.”
Furi smiled languidly. His freshly fucked, relaxed expression made Syn feel like he’d hit the boyfriend jackpot. He felt so peaceful he couldn’t help the yawn that escaped him and landed in Furi’s mouth. “Shit. Sorry.” A sleepy chuckle was all either of them could manage.
Syn’s eyes were closed. “We’re a mess.”
“Mmmhmm.” Furi yawned. His eyes were drifting closed as well. “The one who came the hardest gets up to get the washcloth.”
“That’ll be you.”
“That’s you.”
The said in unison, sharing a sexy post coital laugh while lazily nuzzling against each other. Syn groaned and got up to go to the bathroom. He passed by the bathroom mirror and almost didn’t recognize himself. He looked relaxed. The crease that seemed to be permanently etched into his forehead appeared to have smoothed out. The darkness of his eyes almost gleamed back at him. Syn smiled and liked how he looked doing it. “Fuckin’ Furious,” he whispered.
Syn finished washing up and soaped a cloth for Furi. Syn turned the corner and was again hit with that surreal feeling caused by having a naked man lying in his bed. Damn. Furi’s beautifully toned, inked-over body stretched from his headboard to his footboard. Furi’s ass was petite but round and perfectly shaped. Syn’s eyes rolled when his cock showed signs of life at the thought of burying himself in that sexy ass and fucking it until he couldn’t see straight.
Syn awkwardly walked back to the bed and gave Furi a nudge with his bare hip. “Hey, you.”
“Hey, back.” Furi’s voice was melodic.
“Here’s your rag. I’m gonna make sure the doors are locked. Then I’m going to bed.” Syn cleared his throat nervously. “You’re staying ... right?”
Furi flipped over and took the warm cloth while eyeing Syn. “Yeah, but,” Furi propped himself on one elbow, “are you asking me to stay in your bed or stay so you can protect me?”
Syn leaned down and kissed Furi’s pouty mouth. “Both. Now shut up.”
Furi grabbed the lube from the nightstand and chucked it at Syn’s head, just barely missing him as he ran out of the room. Syn laughed all the way down the hall. When he came back he peeked around the doorjamb. “Is it safe?”
Furi had moved to his stomach with the cover pulled up to his lean hips. Syn thought he mumbled “No,” but his mouth was half buried in the plush pillow. Syn checked his weapons one more time and climbed in bed behind his man.
Syn wasn't aware he’d fallen asleep until he was awakened by a cold prickly feeling running down his spine. Syn startled fully alert and listened intently before moving. His arm was draped over Furi’s stomach, his soft cock resting against one of his ass cheeks. Ordinarily, it would feel good but the nagging feeling at the nape of his neck wouldn’t let him enjoy his first morning waking up with a man. Syn closed his eyes, straining to hear anything, but still ... nothing. Something was definitely off though. When Syn pulled away from Furi’s intoxicating smell, it registered. Food. Cooking. Goddamnit.
Syn buried his face in Furi’s soft hair and whispered into it, “Whatever you do, don’t get out of bed. I’ll be right back.”
Furi snuffled slightly, “Mmmm. Where’re you going? What time is it?”
Oh god. Furi’s rough, bass-filled morning voice was the most sinful sound Syn had ever heard. “Shhh.” Syn pushed Furi’s hair behind his ear and kissed his temple. “It’s a little after five. Go back to sleep.”
“Mmmkay.”
Syn pulled his boxers on and quietly left the bedroom, walking angrily to the kitchen. He turned the corner and wanted to throw a shit-fit at the sight before him. Day was standing at his stove loading some type of egg dish onto a plate before turning and setting it in front of God. God folded down one side of his newspaper, peering at Syn from behind it.
“Well good morning, sunshine,” Day said way too cheerily for five-fucking-a.m. “We brought breakfast.”
Syn clenched his jaw, trying not to yell at his superior officers. “Have you two lost your fuckin’ minds? Come on. It’s, it’s ... early.” Syn turned his wrist, forgetting he didn’t have his watch on yet. “Damn, you guys are always at the office, or at a crime scene, or over fucking here at god-awful hours.”
“Oh, it’s early?” Day said disbelievingly. God shrugged like he hadn’t realized either.
“Seriously. When the fuck do you guys sleep?”
“Never,” God said nonchalantly.
“When do you fuck?” Syn snapped.
“Always,” Day quipped. “Just did thirty minutes ago. Nice couch by the way, real comfy, sorry for the stain.” Syn tiredly flipped Day off.
“Don’t be pissed,” Day sing-songed. “A dab of Shout will get that right out.”
Syn rubbed angrily at his tired eyes, growling, “Day.”
“He’s not in a joking mood, sweetheart,” God said from behind his paper. “You know we didn’t fuck on your couch so calm the hell down. Damn you’re moody in the morning. Unless ... We weren’t interrupting anything, were we? So, how’s porn boy?” God’s gruff voice filled the kitchen, making Syn cringe.
“First of all. Don’t fucking call him that, ever, and damnit God. Lower your voice. Shit. He’s still asleep,” Syn berated his Lieutenant, who didn’t look the slightest bit fazed by Syn’s irritation. “You guys could let him sleep, he’s had a rough night, ya know.”
Day leaned his chest against God’s large back, draping his arms over his shoulders. “Oh damn, what kind of friends are we? It was rough, huh?” Day looked apologetic.
