Diesel’s neck muscles stood out, his body bent at the waist to take Maddox’s thrust, straining into it, his free hand coming out to brace against the counter, his triceps bunching, his hand on his cock starting to work double time.
Maddox withdrew then thrust in again and watched D’s head drop, the acceptance of the penetration, the submission, so fucking spectacular, Maddox went at him. Slow enough D could feel every inch take him through every stroke, hard enough it’d build quick because, regardless of how awesome it was, they didn’t have a lot of time for this morning fuck, and last, as deep as he could go.
“Yeah, fuck me, Maddox, yeah,” Diesel groaned, spreading his long legs farther, tipping his carved ass to get more.
Christ.
“Look at me,” Maddox gritted.
D’s head stayed bowed.
Oh no, he was not making this about submission. He was not making that kiss about Maddox’s Domination.
Fuck no.
“Look at your man,” Maddox ordered.
Holding him tight at the hinge of his hip with one hand, Mad slid his other up the warm sheet of skin at D’s back, wrapping his fingers around the side of Diesel’s neck.
Diesel lifted his head and their eyes met in the mirror.
He drove in and Diesel clenched his teeth.
“I own this ass?” he demanded.
“Yeah,” Diesel bit out.
“I own that cock your jacking?” Maddox went on, pulling out and ramming back in.
“Yeah,” Diesel grunted.
“I do. And I own that mouth, D. I always have. But this isn’t about that. It’s about the fact you gave it to me last night and you aren’t taking it back, brother.” He slid out and thrust in again. “You aren’t taking it back.” Another slide and thrust. “And this is about that.”
D stared at him through the mirror.
“Look at us,” Maddox ordered, unrelentingly fucking his ass. “Look at you. Look how beautiful you are, takin’ my cock. Look how hard you are, full of me.”
Diesel’s eyes swiftly wandered then came up and locked on Maddox’s.
The safe place.
He probably liked what he saw.
And it terrified him.
They’d get to that last part too.
Just . . .
Later.
Maddox bent over him, forcing him to bend double, driving deep, faster, faster, shifting his hand to D’s throat, his chest to D’s back, breathing in his ear.
High color was spreading along D’s cheekbones, his teeth sinking hard into his bottom lip as his strokes at his cock hit overdrive.
But Maddox could feel the cheeks of his ass bunching against Mad’s drives in a contradictory effort to control their roll, either to slow Maddox down so it’d drive him wild, make him lose it and go at him rough or speed him up so he’d fuck D ruthless.
Two versions of the same thing.
Bottom line, he was holding back in order to push Mad where he needed him to be.
Maddox powered in faster, but not harder. He wanted Diesel to feel that cock up his ass, feel how full Maddox made him, feel every inch of the monster he loved so goddamned much, not the mindless pleasure mixed with pain of a savage fuck that drove him to orgasm.
And he wanted him to let go as he was getting that.
Just that.
He stayed bent over his boy, his gaze holding D’s captive in the mirror, feeling his chest, his nipples brush D’s hot skin, hearing the slap of flesh connecting, the sounds of D pumping his dick, the harsh quality of both their breathing, the muted sounds D kept swallowing every time Maddox filled him full.
Christ, if D didn’t get with the fucking program, Maddox was gonna blow before he took his man there.
He rubbed his chin along D’s shoulder, pulling out to the head, waiting, watching as Diesel’s lips parted, feeling his legs tremble in wait, in preparation, in need.
A battle of wills that Maddox was going to lose, his balls having drawn up tight, he needed back inside so bad, his vision was getting blurry.
Thank fuck he was wrong.
A low groan rumbled in D’s chest, cut off before he whispered, “Take my ass, baby. I need you. Please keep fuckin’ me.”
At the plea, it was a miracle Mad didn’t come all over him, but instead, slowly, Maddox slid back inside, watching Diesel’s eyes drift shut, Mad’s own gaze dropping to see pre-cum beading the head of D’s beautiful dick.
Gathering all the control he had left, he stroked in and out, slow, rhythmic, deep.
And then it happened.
Diesel loosened around him, shit, Jesus, relaxing into it, taking his fucking like it was meant to be.
A meeting of the bodies.
A meeting of the minds.
A meeting of the hearts.
“Come, D,” he urged.
Those eyes opened and they were hot, turned on.
And embattled.
Maddox could tell he wanted to fight it. He could tell Diesel wanted to keep holding back. Do something, anything, to earn a brutal fucking. Turn this into what he needed to feel right in his head. Make it about being his warped version of a man, getting his shit jacked, his orgasm that came from loving a man’s cock moving inside forced through near violence.
But instead, as Maddox affectionately squeezed his throat and glided in fully, planting his meat deep, Diesel pressed up into Maddox’s chest, his chin tipped back and his eyes closed. Grunting, in pulses that corresponded to clenches around Maddox’s again slowly stroking cock, his hips jerked through his climax and he blew his seed all over the basin.
And then more.
D let out a deep groan.
And more cum shot out of his cock.
Yeah. Fuck yes.
He loved that monster moving inside him.
And the man attached.
“That’s it, D,” Maddox whispered, only having brief moments to enjoy the view before his body forced him to let go.
He drew out and punched inside his man once. Opening his mouth, he sunk his teeth hard into the flesh of Diesel’s shoulder, coming up his ass.
When he came down, he licked the marks, ran his tongue along D’s neck then pulled out roughly, hearing D grunt at the loss.
He twisted his man around, went in, and with both hands fisted in his hair, pulled him down and took his mouth.
D submitted to the kiss at first, then with a low noise, he curled the fingers of one hand around the back of Mad’s neck, the other hand bit into Mad’s waist, and lost himself in it.
Fuck yeah.
That’s where this was at.
Maddox pushed closer to his boy.
Breaking the kiss because, unfortunately, neither one of them could skip work in order to make out all day, he took his fists out of D’s hair but only to cup him on either side of his head and give him a little shake, staring into his eyes.
“Yeah?” he asked quietly.
D’s fingers at his neck gave him an almost hesitant squeeze.
He’d take that, even hesitant.
They were still on the right path. D was fighting it, but he wasn’t veering away.
So yeah.
He’d definitely take that.
“Yeah,” Diesel replied.
“As much as I can watch my two boys fucking and making out for hours, I kinda have to do my hair.”
Maddox shifted away. Not much, he was still in D’s space, but both their hands fell from each other as they turned to see Molly propped up in the doorway.
The bottom of her foot was planted casually on the side of her other ankle, arms wrapped around her belly like she was holding happiness close and there was a huge smile on her face like she was completely unable not to let that happiness show.