My Sun (M)

"You are so beautiful!" Arlen said as he gradually increased the speed of his thrust until he built a steady rhythm. Strands of Ravi's black hair stuck on his forehead as Arlen ramped up his speed. 

He adjusted his angle, aiming for his prostate and causing Ravi's body to convulse beneath him. Every hit to his prostate was sending a warning flare to his system that it was overloading. The shudders of pleasure wracked through him, traveling from the inside out, his legs shook as Arlen's hips snapped against his ass, the movements making his head swirl.

The scent of sweat, vanilla, amber drugged his senses and he breathed it in memorizing the sting of Arlen's nails, the slap of their skin, and the way his grip made him feel like he was completely and utterly his.

Ravi keened with the unbearable pleasure of his thrust, his entire body responding with quivers so deep that he felt them vibrating in his gut.