Embracing His Syn (36 page)

Syn took two of Furi’s fingers in his
mouth and sucked hard on them. He worked as much spit as he could
onto those long digits, knowing where they were about to
go.

“
Mmmm, sexy bastard. Look
how fuckin’ excited you are. Just begging for me to fill that hole
up, aren’t you?”

Damn, Furi’s bass drawl was a powerful
aphrodisiac. Syn was barely able to verbally respond to Furi’s
kinky talk. All he could do was listen and enjoy it, his brain too
flooded with endorphins to form a coherent response.

Furi still held one of Syn’s arms
behind his back and when he pulled his fingers free from Syn's
mouth he didn’t waste time sliding them up and down Syn’s crease.
Syn’s ass clenched with eagerness when Furi brushed over those
ultra-sensitive nerves around his hole. He boldly pushed his ass
out further, silently begging for more, needing more, wanting
more.

Oh my god. Syn was too damn much. Furi
never thought the man would take to bottoming so beautifully and so
fast. Syn not only took to it, but he embraced it. He used it to
strengthen himself, he didn’t see it as a weakness. That had been
Patrick’s problem.

Syn’s ass was out and begging. Furi
had to take a couple calming breaths to hold off his orgasm. Syn
this responsive was like nothing he’d ever imagined. Syn called
himself Furi's boyfriend in public. That had definitely been a
surprise. Even men that were gay and out for years still hesitated
using the ‘b’ word.

Furi rubbed across Syn’s hole, loving
the hiss that eased from his man. “Yes. I know what you want.” Furi
pushed gently at the tight opening, letting it loosen a bit before
probing further.

“
I don’t want easy. Just
do it already,” Syn growled, pushing back on Furi’s
hand.

Furi let go of Syn’s arm and slapped
his ass hard enough to leave a nice red handprint. Syn jerked and
glared back at Furi, but the look didn’t deter him. He wasn’t about
to let Syn take over what was his. “Put both your hands on the wall
and don’t fuckin’ move them. Or else I’m gonna jerk off and come
all over your ass, and there won’t be a damn thing you can do about
it. I’ll leave your hole empty and hungry all night,” Furi
threatened at the back Syn’s head.

Syn’s chest expanded with his inhale
and fell evenly as he slowly placed his hands on the wall. Furi
inwardly pumped his fist in victory. This big, bad Sergeant was his
to control. Even though Patrick had wanted Furi to top him, he’d
never allowed Furi to top him like this, to top the way he wanted
to.

“
Good, baby. Let me take
care of you.” Furi first rubbed the stinging skin on Syn’s ass
before pulling one cheek aside to open him up. Furi pushed a wet
finger inside, not stopping until his entire finger was in that
cavity.

“
Furious,” Syn yelled,
rising up on his toes at the forceful entry. “Ah, fuck
yes.”

Furious only pumped Syn’s ass a few
times before he pushed the second finger in, hooking it to nudge
Syn’s prostate. Syn was cursing in that growly timbre that made
Furi want to test the man’s limits to see just how deep Syn’s voice
could go.

“
God, you’re so damn sexy.
Shit. Ready to fuck you right now.”

“
Yes.” Syn’s fist hit the
wall hard and Furi knew he had to get inside him fast.

“
Don’t move. Stay just
like that.” Furi pulled his fingers out slowly, he barely heard the
moaned, "Hurry up," from down the hall as he darted into the
bedroom and got the lube and a condom.

Syn’s forehead rested against the
wall, his chest heaving with each breath. His pants were at his
ankles and his t-shirt was sweat dampened in the back. He looked
gorgeous and ready to be fucked. Furi didn’t dare stroke his dick
when he freed it from his jeans; it was ready to blow from seeing
Syn completely submissive, waiting for him. Furi made quick work of
the rubber and was just popping open the slick when Syn reached
back burying his hand into Furi’s hair, pulling him in
close.

“
Not too much lube. I ...
I want to feel you.” Syn’s voice was full of passion, rough with
desire.

Furi was frozen for a few seconds
before he was able to speak. “You’re a man after my own heart,
Syn.” Furi dabbed some lube on the head of his dick and smoothed a
thin layer down his shaft. He put a few more drops on his fingers
and coated Syn’s rim, shoving some inside to slick his
walls.

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.