Embracing His Syn (43 page)

“
Oh fuck. Furious. What
the fuck are you doing to me?” Syn moaned.

“
Claiming you, Corbin.”
Furi licked the shell of Syn’s ear. He heard Syn gasp at the
response, probably of the use of his first name and Furi put
everything he could into the few seconds he had left. He needed to
come. He was an unselfish lover, but he wasn’t ashamed to take his
release after his partner had gotten his.

“
Come for me, gorgeous.”
Furi kept full body contact as he pumped his cock into his man.
Only raising his hips high enough to withdraw a few inches and
thrust deep into him. Furi felt his balls tighten, his abs clench
painfully. He concentrated on the head of Syn’s cock when he felt
it harden like a solid steel pipe. Syn’s head went back onto Furi’s
shoulder and Furi put his hand on Syn’s throat and squeezed just
enough to push him over the edge.

The first spurt of hot come from Syn
made them both jerk violently. Syn came harder than any man Furi
had ever seen. He pressed his own lithe frame to Syn’s back; he
could feel the man’s orgasm completely take over his body, every
muscle and nerve in him ignited. Syn yelled and jerked powerfully
beneath him while his orgasm had its way with him. Furi held on,
whispering encouraging sentiments in Syn’s ear while he rode it
out. “You’re mine, baby. All mine. Let go for me. Show me how much
you love me controlling you.”

Syn’s keen cry was the
sweetest sound and the kiss Furi stole while he released it tasted
like the purest nectar. “Oh god. Oh god. Corbin!” Furi was there,
ready to empty deep inside his lover if only it wasn’t for the
fucking barrier, he’d fill Syn with his essence. Claiming him in
the truest sense of the word.
One
day.
Furi slammed inside and stilled while
his cock throbbed with his release. He groaned deep and low in his
throat. Expletives right on the tip of his tongue. His hands roamed
up and down Syn’s back while his come flooded the condom. Jet after
jet shot through his cock, racking his body with tremors. “Fuck,
baby.” Furi gripped Syn’s hips which had started to gyrate against
him, milking Furi for everything that he had. He scurried to get a
strong hand on Syn’s shoulder and one on his hip to keep him still,
his cock way to fucking sensitive for that now. “Should fuckin’
punish you for that,” Furi half laughed and half groaned as his
soft cock slid from Syn’s hole.

Furi rose up so he could
pull Syn with him, both of them falling to the side. He held one
arm around Syn’s middle and propped himself up on his elbow so he
could look down at Syn’s handsome face. Syn’s eyes were closed and
it looked like he was concentrating on something.
Fuck. Was I too rough? Maybe he didn’t want to be
handcuffed.
God, but he’s so wonderful. He
should be mine forever. More words lingered on Furi’s tongue. Words
he couldn’t say yet. Words he was afraid to say. Instead he opted
for, “How do you feel?”

Syn turned so he could look at Furi
more closely. “Why do you ask me that after we have sex? You think
I can’t hear the nervousness in your voice or the fear in that
question? You want to say something else, but you ask that instead
and then you tense up until I answer.”

Furi stared wide-eyed at Syn, amazed
by his perception.

“
Do you forget I’m a
detective Furious? I’ve spent a lot of years reading between the
lines."

Furi looked ashamed. Syn had asked him
to trust him, but Furi kept letting the doubt linger. “I’m sorry. I
just wanted to be sure I didn’t hurt you.”

“
You did.” Syn couldn’t
fully mask the grin. “But I liked it.”

“
You might not like it so
much tomorrow.” Furi looked deep into those coal black eyes,
wondering briefly if Syn was really fully his.

“
No. It will be even
sweeter. A constant reminder that you’ve been there, right? Isn’t
that what you said while you slammed into me?” Syn raked his
fingers through Furi’s hair, tucking it behind his ear.

Furi smiled at him. “I’m surprised you
can hear anything I say with all the yelling you do.” Furi jumped
up the second Syn realized what he’d said. No one wanted to be
reminded of the sounds they made or especially the faces they make
when in the throes of ecstasy. Furi ran around the couch, his limp
cock swinging in the cool air. Syn was up fast and on the other
side trying to predict which way Furi would run.

“
You making fun of me
now?” Syn grinned. “How about I don’t yell for you anymore
then?”

“
You can try.” Furi darted
to the left and took off for the hallway but Syn was on him before
he could get past the closet door. Furi spun around and ducked
Syn’s arm as it reached out for him, his hair flying over his
shoulder. He ran through the opening to the kitchen coming out on
the other side, just barely dodging Syn’s grasp again when he
looped back into the living room.

Syn ran after him and Furi jumped over
the back of the couch, putting them in the same positions they had
started in. Syn on one side of the couch and Furi on the other. He
was laughing so hard he could barely catch his breath. “You're too
old, old man. Either that or I fucked you too hard. You can’t catch
me,” Furi teased.

“
No. Your moves are just
too childish for me to counter, young'n. But that must be some of
that Y-jitsu you learned in six months. Impressive,” Syn taunted
him right back.

Furi growled at Syn making
fun of his classes and leapt for him. There was no memory of any
training, he aimed high, wanting to grab Syn around the neck, get
him in some kind of headlock but Syn crouched low and Furi hugged
nothing but air.
Damn that was
good
. Syn spun around and grabbed him
around the waist and pulled him back into his wide chest. Syn held
him with both large arms and no matter how hard he struggled, he
couldn’t get away. Syn spun them and pushed Furi up against the
wall and in two efficient moves had one arm pinned behind him and
the other hooked with his forearm. Furi couldn’t move at all and he
liked it. Syn pushed hard against his back and removed his hand
from Furi’s wrist, but he couldn’t pull his arm out because of
Syn’s bulk holding it there. Syn pushed Furi’s wild hair back from
his face and stared at him. Furi was breathing hard while Syn
looked like he hadn’t used an ounce of energy. Syn’s midnight gaze
traveled from the crown of his head, slowly panning down to his
parted lips. He didn’t have to wonder long what Syn was
thinking.

“
God, you’re so
beautiful,” Syn whispered against the side of his face while he
held him still. “Never thought I’d find another man beautiful, but
here you are.”

The lump in Furi’s throat kept him
from responding. Syn was looking at him with so much, fuck, so much
of something he didn’t want to even think it. Was it possible? No.
Too soon.

Syn leaned in and laid the softest of
kisses against Furi’s mouth which quickly escalated into frantic
tongues and loud grunts. Syn’s cock went from semi-erect to rock
hard while he ground into him from behind and Furi couldn’t stop
himself from pushing his ass back into him.

“
Fuck.” Syn bit Furi’s
plump bottom lip and sucked on it while he thrust his leaking cock
into his crease.

Just because Furi liked to top, didn’t
mean he couldn’t appreciate a nice fat cock filling him up. “Syn,”
Furi panted. He couldn’t get his heart rate to slow. It’d been well
over a year since he’d been fucked. “You wanna fuck me,
Corbin?”

Syn’s grinding intensified, obviously
liking the question or the offer behind it. Syn’s face was buried
in his favorite place, at the base of Furi’s neck in his hair. He
could feel the man breathing and inhaling him. Syn released Furi’s
other arm and slammed his palm against the wall, like his passion
was getting the better of him. His other hand had a punishing grip
on Furi’s ass cheek. Syn massaged the tight globe, his breathing
becoming erratic. Syn was losing control.

“
Fuck, Syn.” Furi braced
both hands in front of him. Did he want his first time in a long
time to be up against this wall or in a comfortable bed? He was
torn because while the bed sounded wonderful, what Syn was doing to
him right now was sinful at its absolute best. If Syn wanted to do
it he wouldn’t, no he couldn’t refuse him.

“
Fuck me,” Furi whispered.
“Fuck me, Syn.”

Syn growled against his ear and Furi
wished he hadn’t shivered so violently in reaction to the sound. No
matter what the roles were, he always needed to be in control, he’d
top from the bottom. Furi reached for Syn’s hands and pulled until
he had both of his wrist secured and he place both his palms flat
on the wall in front of him. “Keep your hands there,” Furi ordered.
When he removed his hands from Syn's, they remained firmly in
place.

Furi reached back and grasped Syn’s
cock and nestled it more snuggly in his ass. He pushed back against
Syn and enjoyed the hiss at his throat. “Harder,” Furi
snarled.

“
Furi,” Syn’s voice was so
low, he only heard him because his face was buried against his
neck. “I won’t fuck you now.”

Furi closed his eyes and exhaled
before he could speak. “You will if I tell you to.”

“
Yes, I would. But I’d
rather wait.” Syn stopped grinding against him and Furi heard the
tortured groan from the big Sergeant.

“
Wait for what?” Furi
breathed deeply. His ass was clenching and he wanted to voice how
disappointed he was that Syn didn’t want him in that way. He
understood not all men were versatile but he was shocked as hell
that Syn had refused him.

“
Until it’s time,” Syn
whispered and moved away from him.

Furi didn’t ask him to elaborate. He
wasn’t sure what Syn meant by ‘time’. They’d already fucked. What
exactly were they waiting for?

Furi turned around and stared back at
Syn. He nodded his head that it was fine for them to
wait.

“
Shower?” Syn asked, his
mouth twisting into a wry grin.

Furi braced his hands on the warmed
tiles while Syn soaped and bathed his body from head to toe. “Can I
wash your hair?”

“
Yes,” was all Furi
managed to say. The five-star treatment felt so damn good he didn’t
trust what would come out his mouth if he didn’t limit his replies
to one word. Like an undying declaration of love.

Syn reached in front of him and
retrieved Furi’s shampoo and poured a whole palm full in his
hand.

Furi chuckled lightly. “You think you
got enough?”

“
I love the way this
smells. Where do you get it?”

“
I buy it online from
someone who came up with their own concoction for men’s hair. But
it works well for me.”

Furi groaned as soon as Syn’s hands
connected with his scalp. He massaged the special conditioning
shampoo into his long locks and Furi got lost in the repetitive
motions. Syn moved in close to his back and Furi’s cock quickly
took notice.

“
Does it feel good when I
do this?” Syn said against Furi’s neck.

“
Mmmhmm.” Furi had no
other words. Good just didn’t describe it. Furi pushed his ass back
against Syn’s cock and wasn’t surprised to find him hard as a
concrete.

Syn finger-combed Furi’s hair and
tilted his head back so he was under the powerful spray. When Syn
was done rinsing out all of the product, he reached for the bottle
again. Furi didn’t have to wonder long what Syn was doing when his
hand reached between them and grasped both of their raging hard-ons
and started stroking quickly. Furi’s knees buckled and Syn pressed
his chest hard against him to keep him upright. “Fuck, Syn.” This
wasn’t about gentility or romance, it was about two men that needed
to get the fuck off.

Syn growled against Furi’s neck. His
fist was applying just the right amount of pressure for Furi. Syn
had taken care of every one of his needs tonight, and after washing
him like a king, he was getting him off one last time which would
ensure him falling into a coma as soon as he got in bed.

“
I’m 'bout to come,” Syn
moaned, his hips jerking against Furi's.

“
Yes.” Furi grabbed Syn’s
face between both his palms and made him look at him. “Let me watch
you.”