Embracing His Syn, page 27
“Furious. Not too much lube. Need you,” Syn mumbled in a hoarse whisper.
Furi grabbed the base of his cock to keep it from exploding. It took a few seconds before he was able to spread a thin layer of lube on his cock. With just a small dollop on his finger he pushed it inside of Syn’s impatient channel. He closed his eyes and took a calming breath before lining up his long cock with Syn’s hole. He tapped Syn’s hole with his cock to tease him a little more, knowing the man was beyond ready to be fucked.
“Furious. Come on!” Syn barked, looking over his shoulder with a pissed expression.
“Oh. You’re not getting bossy are you, Syn?” Furi said softly. It was the same tone he used before he stole Syn’s breath away and jerked his cock like he was trying to skin it. “Are you in control here, baby?”
Syn’s back was rising and falling as he breathed quick, short breaths. He knows it's coming any minute. Damn Furi had never had such fun or felt this type of exhilaration with a partner. If it came down to it, Furi didn’t think he’d ever be able to let Syn go, even if the man demanded it.
“No, I’m not in control,” Syn sighed.
“Who is?” Furi asked his own voice rough with lust.
Syn didn’t answer fast enough.
Furi yanked on Syn’s wrist, the cool metal cuffs clinked together, and Furi slammed his dick into Syn, his pelvis slapping against that hot ass, both men bellowing at the extremely powerful move.
“Furi. Fuck!” Syn hollered. His voice was raw now. His resolve snapping a long time ago.
Furi knew there was no way he’d last longer than a couple minutes, and he wasn’t ashamed. No man could last long in Syn’s tight heat. It was a living, pulsing furnace, cinching and searing his cock in the most erotic way. Furi threw his head back, his long hair falling down to the middle of his back, giving himself just a few minutes to enjoy the sensation before he put his entire focus back on Syn.
“Harder. Harder,” Syn whispered huskily. But Furi heard him. Fuck, he heard and he listened.
Furi got a solid grip on Syn’s sweat-slicked shoulders and yanked him back onto his cock while thrusting his hips forward. Furi clenched his teeth so hard his jaw ached. His man wanted hard, he’d give him hard.
Syn dug his forehead into the carpet, his ass up in the air for the taking. It was a sight like no other. This strong, over-protective, elite task force Sergeant writhing, and crying beneath him, repeatedly begging Furi to pound his ass.
“Like that, Syn?” Furi fucked Syn’s ass like he wanted him to be able to think about nothing else tomorrow but Furi fucking him. He would remember who’d been inside him for at least the next twenty-four hours. He let go of Syn’s shoulders and held on to his wrists, right above the cuffs and yanked on his arms, slamming him repeatedly back onto his dick. Syn yelled to whatever God was listening, but Furi didn’t let up for a second.
“Ahh! Motherfucker!” Syn barked as his ass was taken violently, just the way he’d begged for it.
Furi was gonna blow soon. He paused just long enough to grab Syn’s keys off the table in front of them and quickly unlocked the handcuffs.
“No,” Syn groaned, as his arms fell down to the floor.
Furi tossed the cuffs and hurriedly shoved back into Syn’s warmth. He leaned over the toned back, giving the man his own heat. “Shhh. I got you, baby. But I’m not going to hurt your shoulders.” Furi fucked him hard and deep, snapping his hips so his balls slapped against Syn’s taint.
The groan that left Syn sounded animalistic. It was time. Furi reached under Syn and gripped his hard cock. Fuck he was so hard again. He didn’t jerk him as roughly as he did before, instead opting for an easy but firm glide, letting the skin do the work. He brought his forearm around Syn’s neck and applied subtle pressure to his throat knowing Syn liked that.
“Oh fuck. Furious. What the fuck are you doing to me?” Syn moaned.
“Claiming you, Corbin.” Furi licked the shell of Syn’s ear. He heard Syn gasp at the response, probably of the use of his first name and Furi put everything he could into the few seconds he had left. He needed to come. He was an unselfish lover, but he wasn’t ashamed to take his release after his partner had gotten his.
“Come for me, gorgeous.” Furi kept full body contact as he pumped his cock into his man. Only raising his hips high enough to withdraw a few inches and thrust deep into him. Furi felt his balls tighten, his abs clench painfully. He concentrated on the head of Syn’s cock when he felt it harden like a solid steel pipe. Syn’s head went back onto Furi’s shoulder and Furi put his hand on Syn’s throat and squeezed just enough to push him over the edge.
The first spurt of hot come from Syn made them both jerk violently. Syn came harder than any man Furi had ever seen. He pressed his own lithe frame to Syn’s back; he could feel the man’s orgasm completely take over his body, every muscle and nerve in him ignited. Syn yelled and jerked powerfully beneath him while his orgasm had its way with him. Furi held on, whispering encouraging sentiments in Syn’s ear while he rode it out. “You’re mine, baby. All mine. Let go for me. Show me how much you love me controlling you.”
Syn’s keen cry was the sweetest sound and the kiss Furi stole while he released it tasted like the purest nectar. “Oh god. Oh god. Corbin!” Furi was there, ready to empty deep inside his lover if only it wasn’t for the fucking barrier, he’d fill Syn with his essence. Claiming him in the truest sense of the word. One day. Furi slammed inside and stilled while his cock throbbed with his release. He groaned deep and low in his throat. Expletives right on the tip of his tongue. His hands roamed up and down Syn’s back while his come flooded the condom. Jet after jet shot through his cock, racking his body with tremors. “Fuck, baby.” Furi gripped Syn’s hips which had started to gyrate against him, milking Furi for everything that he had. He scurried to get a strong hand on Syn’s shoulder and one on his hip to keep him still, his cock way to fucking sensitive for that now. “Should fuckin’ punish you for that,” Furi half laughed and half groaned as his soft cock slid from Syn’s hole.
Furi rose up so he could pull Syn with him, both of them falling to the side. He held one arm around Syn’s middle and propped himself up on his elbow so he could look down at Syn’s handsome face. Syn’s eyes were closed and it looked like he was concentrating on something. Fuck. Was I too rough? Maybe he didn’t want to be handcuffed. God, but he’s so wonderful. He should be mine forever. More words lingered on Furi’s tongue. Words he couldn’t say yet. Words he was afraid to say. Instead he opted for, “How do you feel?”
Syn turned so he could look at Furi more closely. “Why do you ask me that after we have sex? You think I can’t hear the nervousness in your voice or the fear in that question? You want to say something else, but you ask that instead and then you tense up until I answer.”
Furi stared wide-eyed at Syn, amazed by his perception.
“Do you forget I’m a detective Furious? I’ve spent a lot of years reading between the lines."
Furi looked ashamed. Syn had asked him to trust him, but Furi kept letting the doubt linger. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to be sure I didn’t hurt you.”
“You did.” Syn couldn’t fully mask the grin. “But I liked it.”
“You might not like it so much tomorrow.” Furi looked deep into those coal black eyes, wondering briefly if Syn was really fully his.
“No. It will be even sweeter. A constant reminder that you’ve been there, right? Isn’t that what you said while you slammed into me?” Syn raked his fingers through Furi’s hair, tucking it behind his ear.
Furi smiled at him. “I’m surprised you can hear anything I say with all the yelling you do.” Furi jumped up the second Syn realized what he’d said. No one wanted to be reminded of the sounds they made or especially the faces they make when in the throes of ecstasy. Furi ran around the couch, his limp cock swinging in the cool air. Syn was up fast and on the other side trying to predict which way Furi would run.
“You making fun of me now?” Syn grinned. “How about I don’t yell for you anymore then?”
“You can try.” Furi darted to the left and took off for the hallway but Syn was on him before he could get past the closet door. Furi spun around and ducked Syn’s arm as it reached out for him, his hair flying over his shoulder. He ran through the opening to the kitchen coming out on the other side, just barely dodging Syn’s grasp again when he looped back into the living room.
Syn ran after him and Furi jumped over the back of the couch, putting them in the same positions they had started in. Syn on one side of the couch and Furi on the other. He was laughing so hard he could barely catch his breath. “You're too old, old man. Either that or I fucked you too hard. You can’t catch me,” Furi teased.
“No. Your moves are just too childish for me to counter, young'n. But that must be some of that Y-jitsu you learned in six months. Impressive,” Syn taunted him right back.
Furi growled at Syn making fun of his classes and leapt for him. There was no memory of any training, he aimed high, wanting to grab Syn around the neck, get him in some kind of headlock but Syn crouched low and Furi hugged nothing but air. Damn that was good. Syn spun around and grabbed him around the waist and pulled him back into his wide chest. Syn held him with both large arms and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t get away. Syn spun them and pushed Furi up against the wall and in two efficient moves had one arm pinned behind him and the other hooked with his forearm. Furi couldn’t move at all and he liked it. Syn pushed hard against his back and removed his hand from Furi’s wrist, but he couldn’t pull his arm out because of Syn’s bulk holding it there. Syn pushed Furi’s wild hair back from his face and stared at him. Furi was breathing hard while Syn looked like he hadn’t used an ounce of energy. Syn’s midnight gaze traveled from the crown of his head, slowly panning down to his parted lips. He didn’t have to wonder long what Syn was thinking.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” Syn whispered against the side of his face while he held him still. “Never thought I’d find another man beautiful, but here you are.”
The lump in Furi’s throat kept him from responding. Syn was looking at him with so much, fuck, so much of something he didn’t want to even think it. Was it possible? No. Too soon.
Syn leaned in and laid the softest of kisses against Furi’s mouth which quickly escalated into frantic tongues and loud grunts. Syn’s cock went from semi-erect to rock hard while he ground into him from behind and Furi couldn’t stop himself from pushing his ass back into him.
“Fuck.” Syn bit Furi’s plump bottom lip and sucked on it while he thrust his leaking cock into his crease.
Just because Furi liked to top, didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate a nice fat cock filling him up. “Syn,” Furi panted. He couldn’t get his heart rate to slow. It’d been well over a year since he’d been fucked. “You wanna fuck me, Corbin?”
Syn’s grinding intensified, obviously liking the question or the offer behind it. Syn’s face was buried in his favorite place, at the base of Furi’s neck in his hair. He could feel the man breathing and inhaling him. Syn released Furi’s other arm and slammed his palm against the wall, like his passion was getting the better of him. His other hand had a punishing grip on Furi’s ass cheek. Syn massaged the tight globe, his breathing becoming erratic. Syn was losing control.
“Fuck, Syn.” Furi braced both hands in front of him. Did he want his first time in a long time to be up against this wall or in a comfortable bed? He was torn because while the bed sounded wonderful, what Syn was doing to him right now was sinful at its absolute best. If Syn wanted to do it he wouldn’t, no he couldn’t refuse him.
“Fuck me,” Furi whispered. “Fuck me, Syn.”
Syn growled against his ear and Furi wished he hadn’t shivered so violently in reaction to the sound. No matter what the roles were, he always needed to be in control, he’d top from the bottom. Furi reached for Syn’s hands and pulled until he had both of his wrist secured and he place both his palms flat on the wall in front of him. “Keep your hands there,” Furi ordered. When he removed his hands from Syn's, they remained firmly in place.
Furi reached back and grasped Syn’s cock and nestled it more snuggly in his ass. He pushed back against Syn and enjoyed the hiss at his throat. “Harder,” Furi snarled.
“Furi,” Syn’s voice was so low, he only heard him because his face was buried against his neck. “I won’t fuck you now.”
Furi closed his eyes and exhaled before he could speak. “You will if I tell you to.”
“Yes, I would. But I’d rather wait.” Syn stopped grinding against him and Furi heard the tortured groan from the big Sergeant.
“Wait for what?” Furi breathed deeply. His ass was clenching and he wanted to voice how disappointed he was that Syn didn’t want him in that way. He understood not all men were versatile but he was shocked as hell that Syn had refused him.
“Until it’s time,” Syn whispered and moved away from him.
Furi didn’t ask him to elaborate. He wasn’t sure what Syn meant by ‘time’. They’d already fucked. What exactly were they waiting for?
Furi turned around and stared back at Syn. He nodded his head that it was fine for them to wait.
“Shower?” Syn asked, his mouth twisting into a wry grin.
Furi braced his hands on the warmed tiles while Syn soaped and bathed his body from head to toe. “Can I wash your hair?”
“Yes,” was all Furi managed to say. The five-star treatment felt so damn good he didn’t trust what would come out his mouth if he didn’t limit his replies to one word. Like an undying declaration of love.
Syn reached in front of him and retrieved Furi’s shampoo and poured a whole palm full in his hand.
Furi chuckled lightly. “You think you got enough?”
“I love the way this smells. Where do you get it?”
“I buy it online from someone who came up with their own concoction for men’s hair. But it works well for me.”
Furi groaned as soon as Syn’s hands connected with his scalp. He massaged the special conditioning shampoo into his long locks and Furi got lost in the repetitive motions. Syn moved in close to his back and Furi’s cock quickly took notice.
“Does it feel good when I do this?” Syn said against Furi’s neck.
“Mmmhmm.” Furi had no other words. Good just didn’t describe it. Furi pushed his ass back against Syn’s cock and wasn’t surprised to find him hard as a concrete.
Syn finger-combed Furi’s hair and tilted his head back so he was under the powerful spray. When Syn was done rinsing out all of the product, he reached for the bottle again. Furi didn’t have to wonder long what Syn was doing when his hand reached between them and grasped both of their raging hard-ons and started stroking quickly. Furi’s knees buckled and Syn pressed his chest hard against him to keep him upright. “Fuck, Syn.” This wasn’t about gentility or romance, it was about two men that needed to get the fuck off.
Syn growled against Furi’s neck. His fist was applying just the right amount of pressure for Furi. Syn had taken care of every one of his needs tonight, and after washing him like a king, he was getting him off one last time which would ensure him falling into a coma as soon as he got in bed.
“I’m 'bout to come,” Syn moaned, his hips jerking against Furi's.
“Yes.” Furi grabbed Syn’s face between both his palms and made him look at him. “Let me watch you.”
Furi’s hips bucked once, twice and he was coming all over Syn’s tight fist. It had to have driven Syn mad because he followed right after. His hot come mixing with the hot spray of the shower. He could see Syn fighting to keep his eyes open and trained on him, but he managed it. Watching Syn come was becoming Furi's most favorite thing in the world. There was nothing like it. Muscles tensing and veins bulging everywhere. Whether it was true or not, Furi believed he was the only one who could make him come like this. He’d believe it until Syn told him otherwise.
Syn brought his hand up and looked at their combined releases dripping between his fingers. Furi could see the indecision all over his face. He wanted to taste and he wasn’t sure. Furi grabbed Syn’s wrist and brought one coated finger to his mouth and licked it clean, never taking his eyes off Syn's.
“Damnit, Furi.”
Furi liked the strained 'damnit' that slid from Syn’s mouth. His eyelids were half closed as he watched Furi clean his hand.
“Com'ere,” Furi ordered.
Syn wasted no time obeying. Furi cupped his jaw and brought their mouths together, slipping his tongue in Syn’s mouth to give him a taste. Syn moaned in his mouth and opened wider to take him in deeper.
“You like the way we taste, baby?” Furi whispered, sealing his mouth over Syn’s again.
“Mmm. Yes.” Syn held him close.
They stood staring at each other, and Furi found himself clenching his jaw to stop from saying something that might make Syn bolt. God this man was intense. Everything about him screamed perfect for Furi but he’d be patient until Syn realized it too.
They rested their foreheads together as they came down from the high of their orgasms.
“My balls are going to be shriveled up for weeks,” Furi groaned, letting the water rinse away the last of their come.
Syn groaned in agreement and shut off the water. “I’m exhausted.”
“Me too.”
“Sleep.”
“Now.”
‘I Didn’t Say That … Oh Yes, You Fuckin’ Did’
Syn woke up before Furi, but he tried hard not to disturb him. He just wanted to watch him. Furi was on his back and his hair was spread wildly across Syn’s blue pillowcases. Syn couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face when Furi snorted and absently ran his hand across his chest downward to his pubic hair and gave the wiry hairs a good scratch. It took everything for Syn not to burst out laughing. Syn hadn’t felt the urge to laugh so much in years. Furi was making him feel amazing things emotionally and sexually. He was all about making Syn feel good. Furi rolled to his side and automatically reached for Syn so he could grind his morning wood into his thigh.
