“I don’t wanna hurt you,’’ Joe groaned into Dubois’s neck.
“I don’t care if you do.’’ Lying on his stomach, Dubois lifted his hips, groping Joe’s thighs, pushing Joe deeper inside him. “I can take it, Joe. Don’t you see? I was made for you.’’ He moaned and pressed his face into the pillow, rolling with every one of Joe’s thrusts.
Joe clutched Dubois’s shoulders, biting into his skin, trying to hold on a little longer. Dubois was so tight. So hot. He shut his eyes, forgetting every promise he’d ever made to himself.
And in the night, they pushed through the darkness, until Dubois took Joe there, to that place of light, just as the dark day was breaking. When Joe came, he couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped his throat, and like an animal finally cut loose into the wild, he moaned in
