Embracing His Syn (30 page)

Furi wasn’t aware that he’d drifted
into a shallow slumber right where he lay until he felt Syn shift
beneath him. Furi moaned and raised his head from Syn’s hipbone and
stared into dark eyes. Syn’s look revealed nothing.

“
Hey you.”

“
Hey back.” Syn’s voice
was deep and groggy.

“
Ready for me to get off
you?” Furi chuckled softly, hoping to lighten up Syn's mood. He
forced himself up. “I’ll get something to wipe you off.” Furi went
to the bathroom and slowly cleaned himself off, almost dreading
going back into the bedroom.
Don’t flip
out, don’t flip out, Syn. It’s okay, babe.
Wanting to by some time, Furi washed his face and brushed his
teeth. He took a warm cloth back into the bedroom and began to
clean Syn’s leg and stomach. He wanted to know how the man felt,
but he was too nervous to ask. Furi wiped off the toys and set them
back on the nightstand.

Syn turned and pulled the
comforter up to his hip, covering himself. Furi couldn’t describe
the pain that shot through his chest at the sight of Syn’s back
turned to him. He sincerely hoped it was just Syn processing his
first homosexual experience. Furi couldn’t fathom how the man could
have screamed in ecstasy the entire time but feel bad now. Furi
shut off the lamp, and crawled under the covers, curling himself
around Syn’s hard body. He felt Syn tense against him.
Fuck
.
Oh come on, this can’t be
happening
. There was no way that Syn was
going to flip out on him just like Patrick had, Furi's luck
couldn’t be that bad. Light seeped under the door from the hall, so
Furi could see Syn’s eyes were open and alert.

“
Syn,” Furi whispered. “Do
you want me to go?”

Syn flipped around so fast it startled
him. “What? Why?”

“
Well, because you seem a
little upset. I don’t..." Furi stopped talking. He didn’t want Syn
to know how much leaving would hurt him.

Syn looked ashamed, torn. Furi dropped
back onto the bed, completely exasperated and draped an arm over
his face. He huffed out a hard breath and angrily swung his legs
over the side. “I’m outta here. I’m not staying long enough for you
to realize you’re not gay and then fucking snap on me.” Furi was
angrily shoving his legs into his pants and spun around to grab his
shit off the nightstand when he noticed Syn was propped up on one
elbow watching him with a broad grin on his face.

“
Oh this is funny?” Furi
hissed.

Syn stretched lazily. “Actually, yes.
I think you’re hilarious. Now you and your dick get back in this
fucking bed.”

“
What?” Furi looked at Syn
like he’d lost his mind.

“
Just get in the damn
bed.”

“
Hell no.”

“
Furious, for fuck’s sake.
I’ve never slept with anyone, okay?” Syn groaned and scrubbed his
hand over his beard stubble.

“
You’ve never slept with
anyone,” Furi said incredulously.

“
I don’t mean like that.
I’ve fucked enough, but they always leave after. I’ve never thought
of sharing a bed with anyone. Hell, I don’t know if I snore, or if
I fart when I sleep, or if–” Syn’s tanned skin flushed a deep
crimson at Furi’s amused look.

“
I don’t give a damn if
you snore or fart.” Furi laughed. “I probably do both myself.” He
plopped down on the edge of the bed.

Syn reached out and caressed Furi’s
back. “You have to stop getting mad and trying to storm off. I said
I’m not gonna hurt you, and I meant it. I’m definitely not upset
about what happened tonight. So, like I said, get your dick back in
this bed.”

Furi choked out a laugh, kicking his
jeans off so he could climb back in bed next to his lover. Syn
didn’t turn his back this time, he faced Furi head on. Furi inched
closer until they were chest to chest, their cocks half-hard and
lying tantalizingly against each other. Furi released a relieved
breath when Syn ran one hand through his hair, tucking it behind
his ear. He couldn’t resist leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss
to Syn’s mouth.

“
You finished with me?”
Syn said in that dark, masculine tone that Furi was quickly growing
to love.

Furi chuckled against the side of
Syn’s face, and nipped at his cheek. “Oh, I got more, baby.” Syn’s
smile stole Furi's breath. Furi tilted his pelvis forward, groaning
at the feel of their quickly hardening cocks grinding together.
Still lying on their sides, Syn hooked his leg over Furi’s hip and
ground harder against him. Furi kneaded at the hard muscles of
Syn’s back, just aching to make his way down to that sexy, firm
ass. He gasped when Syn grabbed his cock and began to stroke him
with sure, confident moves.

“
Fuck, Syn,” Furi moaned
against Syn’s neck.

Furi worked one hand down to the small
of Syn’s back and didn’t stop until his fingers were nestled in
between two round globes. He gently brushed over Syn’s hole, loving
the way the strong man jerked and moaned in his arms.

“
Yesssss,” Syn
hissed.

“
Mmm,” was all Furi could
muster. He had his eyes closed and his mouth latched on to Syn’s
broad shoulder, while he thrust his erection in and out of Syn’s
tight fist. Furi could feel the residual slickness around Syn’s
pliant hole from the lubed toy and couldn’t resist pushing a finger
in. Syn jolted against him. “You okay?”

“
Fuck, yes. I, I,
N-n-need–” Syn stuttered, absently pushing his ass back to meet
Furi’s thrusting digit.

“
I know what you need. But
I want you to ask me,” Furi growled against the shell of Syn’s ear.
He loved the way Syn’s body responded to him. Just like he’d
imagined it would. Syn roughly gripped Furi’s shoulder with one
hand while the other hand continued to work Furi’s cock in his
grip, sliding the foreskin up and down in a delicious dragging
motion.

“
I want this and you
fucking know it. So, don’t play with me,” Syn snapped back at Furi.
Furi’s cock jerked and leaked against Syn’s stomach. Fuck, his
bottom was so damn hot and bossy ... demanding to be
fucked.

“
Turn over,” Furi
ordered.

Syn complied quickly. Furi knelt down
and licked a path up Syn’s neck to his cheek, sloppily kissing and
nipping at his lips. Syn’s blissful moans and facial expressions
were enough to convince Furi that he was ready to get fucked. He’d
make it good for Syn if it was the last thing he did.

Furi grabbed the lube and condom off
the nightstand and made quick work of preparing himself. He used
two fingers to massage around Syn’s hole. The way it quivered under
his touch had Furi clenching the base of his cock to keep himself
under control. “So fuckin’ hot.”

Syn grunted and pushed his ass back
for more. Furi knew the man was thriving under his words of praise.
Syn was that type of man. He had to be the best at everything he
did. He was a bottom, so he was gonna be the best bottom Furi ever
had.

“
No more goddamn fingers.
Fuck me already,” Syn hissed over his shoulder.

Furi slapped Syn’s ass a few times
with his hard cock. “Damn, you are a bossy bottom, aren’t you? Look
at you. Aching for my cock,” Furi moaned, rubbing his sheathed cock
up and down Syn’s crease. He grabbed the lube and drizzled it
messily over Syn’s hole.

“
Damn, you gotta bathe me
in fuckin’ lube? Does it have to be so damn cold?” Syn
grumbled.

“
Next time I’ll put it in
my handy-dandy lube warmer first,” Furi mocked sarcastically,
slapping Syn’s ass hard with his right hand. When Syn started to
protest that, Furi pushed a hand down between Syn’s shoulder
blades, slamming him down onto the mattress. He nudged his cock
against him and began to push inside. Syn gripped Furi’s thigh,
urging him on.

Furi pushed steadily and Syn opened up
to him with little resistance. “Don’t fight it babe. Breathe
through it.”

“
Ugh. Fuck,” Syn
groaned.

Furi felt Syn tensing up. He stopped
pressing forward and Syn grabbed at his leg, urging him to
continue. Furi grabbed Syn’s hand off his leg and intertwined their
fingers. “Relax. I refuse to hurt you. Breathe, slow and even.”
Furi rocked the length he already had in Syn’s body slowly back and
forth.

“
So fuckin’ tight.” Furi
could feel the rise and fall of Syn’s chest as he tried to breathe
through the intrusion.

“
Mmmm. Burns,” Syn
hissed.

“
Trust me baby. It’s gonna
get real good.”

“
I trust you,” Syn
whispered.

Furi’s heart soared at those words.
Damn he wanted this man to be his, more than anything in the world.
Syn was exactly what he was missing in his life. Although he never
imagined falling for a cop, he wouldn’t change one thing about his
newly gay, over-protective Sergeant.

“
Good, baby. Open up and
let me in. Let me make you feel good.” Furi draped his long frame
over Syn’s back and pushed in slowly and steadily, until his pelvis
pressed against Syn’s hot ass. “Ohhh, fuuuuuck. Goddamn, you feel
good.”

“
Furious,” Syn said
through a shaky breath.

“
I’m right here baby.”
Furi moved his hips in shallow thrust while Syn got used to having
him inside him. Which didn’t take long. Syn pushed back against
Furi, making him cry out at the pleasure caused by the deeper
penetration. “Feelin’ good babe?”

Syn nodded his head. His face was
buried in the pillow mumbling something Furi couldn’t’ understand.
Furi let go of Syn’s arm and laid his body down on top of him,
pushing them both into the bed. Syn groaned loudly as Furi buried
himself deeper.

“
Let me hear you, Syn. Let
me hear how good I make you feel.” Furi pulled Syn’s hair, turning
his face from the pillow. “No hiding from me.” Furi pulled out and
thrust in hard. This time both of them yelling their pleasure into
the dark room. Furi didn’t want Syn coming anytime soon; he wanted
to live in Syn’s heat forever.

“
Furious, I want ... Do it
... Fast ..."

Syn didn’t know how to say what he
wanted but Furi knew. He rose up on both arms, arching his back and
began to thrust long and deep into Syn’s ass. He knew the feeling
of being so full and feeling like it wasn’t enough, needing more.
That indescribable moment where pain and pleasure meshed; the mind
not knowing whether to cry out or moan, the sound created is a
combination of both which most closely resembles a whimper. That’s
where his beautiful Sergeant was right now. Mewling Furi’s name
over and over while tilting his ass up toward him, begging for
more.

Furi leaned down to lick around Syn’s
ear. “Want me to fuck you hard don’t you? Make you yell? Make you
lose your fuckin’ mind? Don’t you, gorgeous?”

“
Furious. Furious.
Please.”

Syn’s deep, pleading voice
was the most gorgeous sound in the world. “Fuck!” Furi pistoned his
hips, fucking his lover hard and deep just like he begged. Furi
reared back and gripped Syn’s hips pulling him up on all fours.
Syn’s protest fell on deaf ears. He knew his man loved that
position of Furi putting his weight on him, but Syn was going to
love this one too. Furi’s hold was unrelenting. He gripped both of
Syn’s broad shoulders and slammed him onto his cock with each drive
forward, going for the deepest penetration possible. His pace was
fast and brutal. He changed the angle a couple times until Syn
shouted out in delicious bliss.
That’s
it.
Furi held that angle and hit his mark
repeatedly until his man fell apart beneath him.

“
Oh ... god ... oh ... god
... oh ... god. Gonna ...” Syn panted each time Furi propelled into
him. His body jerked and heaved as he yelled obscenities. Furi was
lost too.

“
So goddamn hot. Fuck you
so good. Fuck you until you belong to me,” Furi demanded, pumping
his hips like he was a man possessed.

“
Yes.”

“
Yes. What?” Furi wheezed.
He gripped Syn’s wet hair, his own sweat pouring off him like rain.
Although Syn’s face was contorted, Furi recognized it as a mask of
sheer ecstasy. He looked so damn beautiful. Furi began to lose his
rhythm, “Gonna make me fuckin’ come, baby.”

“
Yours. Yours. Yours,” Syn
chanted.

Furi didn’t know if Syn
was just lost in the pleasure, but he’d take that declaration for
now. “Yes, mine.” Furi reached around and gripped Syn’s ...
what the fuck
? ... very
soft cock. Furi’s brow furrowed. For a moment he thought he wasn’t
making him feel good, but then it hit him like a slug to his chest.
Syn had already come. Furi leaned over Syn’s back and drug his hand
along the covers beneath him, his fingers landing in a pool of
cooling come.

“
Motherfucker,” Furi
hissed. The thought of Syn coming without Furi even touching his
cock sent Furi hurling into his own orgasm.