Embracing His Syn, page 23
Syn growled and tugged on Furi’s hair.
“Need some lube, babe, or you won’t like how it feels when you walk tomorrow.” Furi let the bottle fall to the floor. Syn still had a nice hold on Furi’s hair, keeping him flush against his back. Furi rested his forehead on Syn’s broad shoulder as he lined his cock up to Syn’s tight bud and steadily pressed forward until he breached the guardian ring of muscles. Syn’s body vibrated against him, god, he was so responsive, like he’d been waiting for Furi his entire life.
“Deeper. Deeper,” Syn rasped.
Furi had a death grip on Syn’s hip as he eased into his channel. He was so tight and hot around him that Furi had to clench his jaw to keep from crying out. “Baby. Baby you feel so good. Oh my god.” Furi didn’t stop until he was balls deep inside his boyfriend. Furi took one hand off Syn’s hip, brought it up under his arm, and wrapped it around his chest, keeping their bodies sealed together. Furi used shallow pumps of his hips, not wanting to separate from Syn.
“You feel good. So. So strong,” Syn whispered. His last word came out as a sob. Syn pushed back into him, his fist clenched tight against the wall. “Mmmm. Fuck, right there.”
Furi bent a little at the knee, angled his cock upward, and ground his pelvis against Syn’s ass, knowing his cock head was rubbing that special spot.
“Oh god, Furi. Fuck me,” Syn cried.
Furi held tight to Syn’s hips and began to thrust in and out of Syn’s snug channel, the minimal amount of lube made the sensations that much hotter. Syn was slamming his ass back against Furi’s thrust; the loud slapping like sensual music to his ears. Furi’s eyes rolled back and he knew he was close, very fucking close. “Touch yourself, Syn. Wanna see you come for me,” Furi panted.
Syn let go of Furi’s hair and braced one hand on the wall while the other hand rapidly pumped his leaking cock. “Oh my fucking god, Syn.” Furi kissed Syn’s neck and bit at the fast pulse beneath sweaty skin. He yanked Syn’s shirt over his head and quickly did the same with his own, needing the skin-to-skin contact.
“Furious. I’m gonna come.” Syn just barely finished his words before his ass clamped down on Furi’s dick hard enough for him to see stars. “I’m coming,” Syn choked out. His body jerked violently with his orgasm and Furi held him tight while Syn sprayed his jizz against the wall and all over his hand. He was so glad they were practically the same height because he loved watching the myriad blissful expressions that moved across Syn’s face. He’d never been with anyone who came so hard. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Syn eagerly threw his ass back with each word he yelled, battling with Furi’s fierce thrust.
Furi didn’t stop fucking Syn until his guttural moans had turned into satisfied whimpers and his hole spasmed gently around him with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Syn was breathing heavily and the sweat from his back was dripping between them. Furi flicked out his tongue and lapped at Syn’s perspiration, loving the saltiness on his tongue.
“Ready for me to come, baby?” Furi held Syn close. Syn was completely spent, his hand lazily stroking his cock, and now Furi was ready to empty his balls too.
“Yes, come,” Syn’s words were slurred. His body was pressed flat against the wall but he managed to lift one hand to pull Furi’s head back to the crook of his neck. “Cock feels so good inside me, Furious. Is it always like this?”
“Yes, with you it is.” Furi licked Syn’s rough cheek.
“I’ll always want this. All the fuckin’ time.” Syn sounded like he was high. As if he was floating, the post coital bliss had his walls completely down.
He loved it when Syn spoke back to him, praised him for fucking him so good. It made him feel like a damn rock star. Furi rotated his hips in a slow sexy circle, pushing his orgasm through him. The grinding made Furi feel nasty. He started to talk dirty to Syn while he ground hard against him. “Gonna make you a slut for my dick, baby. Gonna make you want it all the time.” Furi’s balls drew up tight against his body. He bit down on Syn’s shoulder and slammed in to the hilt against Syn’s fuzzy ass. His cock throbbed inside Syn while he shot his load into the condom. Furi groaned low with each jet that rocketed up his length. “Fuck,” he gasped. Furi pulled out slowly and had to lean heavily against Syn to keep from sliding to the floor.
Syn was the first to stir. “Am I allowed to move now?” he asked, his sinful voice full of humor.
“Mmm. Yeah. I think you’ve earned it.” Furi laughed against his ear.
Syn turned around and looked into Furi’s eyes, and Furi liked what he saw. He saw surety and peace. “Feel better?” Furi whispered, softly kissing Syn’s moist lips.
“Yes. Much. Thank you baby.” Syn stretched and bent to pull his pants up, leaving them unbuttoned. “Come shower with me. You can wash my back.”
“Sounds good.” They kissed lazily for another few seconds until Furi backed up and pulled his own pants up.
They’d decided on Chinese for dinner, since it was late and they were both exhausted. While they ate, Furi filled Syn in on all the details about his new shop, and he loved how genuinely happy Syn was for him. Furi was elated at how well things were developing between them after such a rough start, but he had to be realistic. Although Syn seemed to be comfortable with Furi in his personal space, that could change any minute, and while he didn’t want to rock the boat, he didn’t want to be blindsided either.
Syn was reclined on the couch with his feet propped up on the ottoman while Furi stretched out on the length of the couch with his head in Syn’s lap. Furi had on a wife-beater with some lounging pants and Syn wore a pair of athletic shorts and no shirt. Syn’s eyes were drifting closed as he unconsciously weaved his fingers through Furi’s hair.
“So it’s okay for me to go back home after you get the protective order for Patrick, right?”
Syn stopped finger-combing Furi’s hair but didn’t open his eyes.
“I mean I’m sure you’re ready to have your space back to yourself, and you won’t have to worry about babysitting anymore.” Furi blew out a laugh, but the topic was far from humorous. He liked being with Syn. In just a couple days, he’d enjoyed his quiet apartment, being in his strong presence, stripping his control, showering with him, eating with him, all the little things that strengthened a relationship. Now it felt like it was all just a two-day fantasy vacation and it was time to go back to the real world. Syn sat up straighter and stared down into Furi’s eyes, his expression dark and serious.
Syn cleared his throat before he spoke, “First of all, I never felt like a babysitter. Because I don’t let babies fuck me. I thought. I– I thought I was looking out for someone who is important to me.” Syn moved to stand up and Furi had to get up out of his lap. “I thought I was spending time with my boyfriend. I guess I was wrong.” Syn shut off the television and moved quickly down the hall to his bedroom.
Furi just sat there stunned. He understood that Syn was pissed about the way he’d worded that, but he couldn’t help smiling. He was smiling because Syn didn’t want him to go. He was enjoying their time together just as much as Furi was. He got up and went into the kitchen to get a bottle of water and slowly made his way into the bedroom. It was dark and Syn was already in bed with the covers pulled up to his waist. Furi pulled off his shirt, dropping it along with his pants and briefs and climbed in bed with his man, nestling up close to his side. He turned Syn’s face toward him since he couldn’t see if his eyes were open. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like it sounded.” Furi sighed softly. “I guess I just don’t want you to get annoyed with having me here. Patrick and Brenden used to always say how irritating I was to be around and that I fucked up the vibe anytime I came into a room. I just can’t take you feeling that way about me.”
“Ow! Shit!” Furi yelled out. “You hit me in the nuts Syn?”
“No I didn’t.” Syn’s voice was stern. “I hit you where your nuts should be.”
“What?” Furi groaned rubbing his sack. Granted, Syn didn’t hit him hard, but the firm tap was enough to make him grunt.
“I don’t want to hear another word about what that asshat said or did to you. I don’t want you to repeat the things he called you or hear how many different ways he tried to put you down. Because I’m not a fan of listening to bullshit.” Syn pulled Furi in close to his chest and when he spoke, his warm breath puffed against Furi’s mouth. “You don’t understand that bastard was jealous of you. Anything he said about you, the complete opposite was true. The only reason he said you fucked up the vibe when you came into a room was because all eyes would fall on you, and therefore, no one gave a fuck about his boring ass. Your personality and style turns heads, and that probably bothers insecure pricks like him and his brother. So please don’t compare me to him and don’t try to base what I’m going to do or feel on what he did. I may have stumbled some on our date, but I’d be proud to have you on my arm, as mine. You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, babe.”
Furi savored the compliment. “Won’t happen again,” was all Furi could say. He had no right to even think of Patrick when he was around Syn.
“Next. While I don’t think we’re ready to actually live together, I do like you being here, talking about our day over dinner, and then getting into bed together. I never had that before. Never realized how much I’d like it when I found it.” Syn leaned in, kissing Furi’s neck and buried his nose in his hair. “God you smell so good. I’ve slept alone all my life and when I think about it now, damn I’ve missed you.”
Furi pulled Syn’s face out of his hair and kissed him passionately. He vowed at that moment that he was going to stop living in the past and focus on how bright his future looked. He wasn’t going to worry about running Syn off; the man was too fucking strong and stubborn for that to happen. Syn rolled on top of him and slid his hand down between his thighs. “Oh fuck.” Syn felt wonderful on top of him, all that weight and muscle pressing him into the mattress.
“Sorry I hit you in the nuts, but you needed reminding that they’re there.” Syn released a throaty laugh.
Furi chuckled against Syn’s jaw. “Mm hmm. Well whether it was warranted or not, it hurt.” Furi’s voice dropped a couple octaves and was now tinged with heat. “Why don’t you kiss it and make it all better.”
Syn lightly massaged Furi’s balls while his hips rocked against him. “Baby, I um ... um. I’ve never ... ya’ know,” Syn stuttered nervously.
“I know,” Furi whispered. “It’s okay if you don’t want to.”
“No, no,” Syn hurried. “I want to I just might suck at it.”
“That’s the point.” Furi smiled.
“You know what I mean. I might be terrible at it. What if I bite you?”
“Bite me! Why the hell would you do that?” Furi grasped Syn’s hips and ground into him. “Nibbling is good babe, but a full on bite can only happen on purpose. I don’t think you’ll have that problem.”
“Okay,” Syn said slowly inching his way down Furi’s long torso.
Furi reached up and turned on the small lamp next to the bed, flooding the room with soft light. “I have to watch this, baby.” Furi rose and slid back so his upper half was against the headboard. He spread his legs wide and let Syn settle himself between them. Furi’s cock was already hard; the foreskin pulled back revealing the head, a deep shade of red and the tip glistening with a large bead of clear fluid at his slit.
Syn stuck his tongue out and licked the pearl before it could leak down his shaft. “Sssss,” Furi hissed. Syn looked up and quirked one side of his mouth in a cocky grin. That hot tongue came out again, this time flicking the cap on the underside of his head. “Driving me crazy, Syn.”
Syn was taking his time using only his tongue to make long slow licks up Furi’s dick. Next, Syn nestled a little lower to tongue his balls – it felt good – but wasn’t nearly enough. Furi propped one knee up, letting it fall to the side. He put his palm on the back of Syn’s head and with his other hand around the base of his shaft, he nudged it against Syn’s lips. “Open up baby. Get it in your mouth.”
Syn lips parted but Furi didn’t miss the trembling of that plump bottom lip. Furi’s voice was rough but his touch was gentle. “It’s good babe. Just like that ... suck a little harder.” Syn applied more suction and tried to go down further but ended up gagging, pulling off abruptly. He looked embarrassed. “Fuck.” Syn wiped at his mouth.
Furi’s smile was seductive. He kept his cock pointed at Syn’s mouth and used his hand to ease him back down again. Syn opened a little wider this time and Furi raised his hips letting the head slide against Syn’s moist tongue and Furi groaned at the warmth of it. He didn’t push Syn down lower, he let him decide if he wanted to take more. Furi pumped the base of his cock while Syn sucked on his head. “Yeah, that feels good.”
Syn tried to inch down a little more and gagged loudly, pulling off again. “Goddamnit.”
“Baby, you’re doing fine.” Furi’s cock was hard and aching. “I love the sound of you choking on my dick. Fuckin’ turnin’ me on.”
“You’re lying. It doesn’t feel good to you. I look like a damn fool,” Syn grumbled. He looked like a disappointed child who was losing at his favorite game. It took everything in Furi not to laugh. When Syn tried to inch back up, Furi stopped him.
“Unh, unh, unh. Where do you think you’re going?” Furi’s hand was heavy on Syn’s shoulder pushing him back down. “Come on now. No one likes a quitter. Practice makes perfect, love.” Furi drawled. He took the tip of his cock and tapped Syn’s lips with it, making Syn laugh out loud at his teasing. “That’s it; open those soft lips for me.”
Syn opened so beautifully and Furi slid right in. He kept his palm on his dick to prevent Syn from trying to go down further, letting the man concentrate on the sensitive head. “Yeah, fuck. Mmm. Yeah, go ahead and lightly graze your teeth under the head. Lick under the foreskin.” Syn complied perfectly and Furi arched his back at the blissful sensation. “Ahhh. Perfect, baby.”
Syn continued to suck and nibble on the head until Furi began to feel that sexy burning sensation churning in his balls. His come was boiling within his sack, ready to explode up his shaft, into Syn’s hot mouth. “You ready to take my load, Syn?”
Syn’s guttural moan was enough of a yes for Furi. If he didn’t want it, then he’d pull off. Syn continued working the head, his strong jaw flexing repeatedly. Furi’s legs were restless, they moved back and forth along the cool sheets as his orgasm edged closer. Furi sat up further and placed his hand on Syn’s throat, wanting to feel him swallow his come. Syn’s body jerked and his enthusiasm spiked exponentially at that move. Oh god. Syn liked to be choked. He was so excited at Furi’s hand on his throat that it was spurring him on. Syn was zealously working his own cock, pumping his tight fist on the upper half, concentrating on his own blushed head.
“Fuck! Fuck! You’re gonna make me come, baby! Oh god. Right now!” Furi squeezed Syn’s throat a little tighter and his growl vibrated around his cockhead, rocketing Furi into his orgasm. He’d just felt Syn’s first release of warm jizz against his thigh, his own first jet wrenching a harsh cry from deep in his gut. Syn jerked again, his mouth never leaving Furi’s cock and his throat still trying to swallow down each drop, but Furi couldn’t stop, he kept coming and the sight of his come spilling from the corners of Syn’s mouth was too much. Furi threw his head back against the headboard and wailed again as another blast of come shot from him. Syn was sucking so hard now, his jaw locked from the intensity of his own orgasm. Their moans and curses mixed to create a beautiful symphony, until the finale, both men panting against each other, their cocks completely sated.
‘High Alert’
Syn’s alarm went off at six. He picked up his cell, quickly killing the annoying noise before slamming it back down on the nightstand.
“Mmmm. Don’t break the thing,” Furious groaned behind him, his throaty morning voice making Syn’s already hard cock turn to granite.
Syn didn’t think he’d like being the 'little' spoon. Turned out he loved it. Furi’s arms were warm wrapped around his middle. Syn pushed his ass back into Furi’s long cock and moaned when he received a sexy response. Furi pumped his hips into him, squeezing his waist to keep him in place. “You’re insatiable, you know that?” Furi chuckled lazily.
“It’s your fault,” Syn moaned back.
“How so?”
“Stop fuckin’ me so good and I won’t want it as much.”
“Well you’re screwed, literally, because I know no other way to be but great.” Furi nibbled the back of Syn’s neck and he could feel the smile against his skin.
“Conceited ass,” Syn mumbled before rolling out of bed.
“Hey. Where you going?” Furi whined.
Syn smiled down at the gorgeous man taking up half of his bed. Furi’s hair was spread wildly across the pillow and his dark lashes were half covering his sleepy eyes. Syn wanted nothing more than to get back in bed, wrapped in Furi’s warmth. “I gotta be in early. We’re going to do surveillance on that bastard who was supplying BTNS with the laced ecstasy.”
“Seriously?” Furi sat up, looking more focused.
“Yep. Even though Illustra’s been quiet and there’ve been no more homicides, Sasha told us that the guy sold his poison to anyone, not just BTNS. I’m really glad you left there,” Syn said continuing to throw items in his APD duffle bag.
“Me, too. Illustra was always supposed to be temporary, just until I graduated. I wasn’t trying to make that shit my career.” Furi got up and yanked all the covers off the bed including the comforter.
“What are you doing?” Syn stopped at the door, towel in hand.
“I’m going to wash the sheets. What does it look like?” Furi ran his hand through his hair trying to tame it. It looked so beautiful to Syn that he ended up just standing there watching. “You don’t want to sleep in dried come tonight, do you?”
