Be Gentle

“Cam would you stop, please?” The irritation in Daniel’s sleepy voice rolled right off Cam's shoulders as he nudged his partners legs further apart, nipping once more at Daniel’s well muscled shoulder.

“Come on Dan, you sat there all day teasing me, you had to know I'd be all over you when we got home.” He gently poked his cock against the crack of his ass as they spooned. The smile danced at the corners of Dan's lips as he gave up fighting his lover and began working with him. Rocking his hips back drew a tiny moan from deep in Cam's chest.

In less than a minute, they were stripped of their clothes, Cam stretched Dan's arms up to grab the headboard as he positioned himself behind him. When Dan paused, “I'm not in the mood for rough tonight.”

Cam's eyebrows pulled down into a frown, it had been the only way they'd ever had sex since they met. “What do you mean?”

Already deflated, Dan pulled away and sat down with his elbows resting on his knees to look up at his lover of 9 months. “I mean, I've been wanting to tell you for a while now that it doesn't always have to be rough when we have sex. I like it when you fuck me. Love it!” He corrected. “But I like to take it slow too.” He reached up with a hesitant hand and traced a wavy line down the front of Cams sculpted, tanned body. He curled his fingers around his lovers semi that had been slowly going away. “I want more than just a fuck Cam, think we can do that?” He slowly stroked Cam as his dick began to harden again. He felt all of his nerves disappear when his partner breathed one word, ‘yeah.’

Dan got to his hands and knees in front of Cam and gently guided his cock into his mouth. Before, Cam would simply shove his cock into his eager mouth and deny him the use of his hands. He would relish in the sound of Dan choking on his larger than average cock. So to give up even that much control, was playing on his own excitement at the new form of sex they were now embarking on. The tip slowly, painfully, dear gods amazingly, slid inch by hot inch down Dan’s throat. It curved down, stopping only when Dan's nose was pressed against the base of Cam's cock. He reached to tangle his fingers in Dan's onyx hair gently as he let out a pleased moan.

With both hands curving down Dan's spine, Cam cupped his ass, with his cock and balls deep in his mouth, it was an awkward position but they were both well built and flexible men. They'd tested way more difficult positions than this one. Slowly, Cam swirled a finger around the rim of his ass, working a finger he'd licked slowly into the tight hole, sucking in a deep breath when Dan moaned around his cock. In one moment Dan’s head was bobbing slowly around his manhood, then next it was frantic and rushed. He let out a low chuckle as his finger pushed and pulled inside his partners ass.

“I thought we were going slow lover?” He almost came as Dan shook his head back and forth before pulling away to look up at him with watery eyes from sucking his cock.

“I did too, but I didn't think it would be this much torture for me.”

Cam's laugh was hearty and warm, the laugh Dan had fallen in love with, the laugh that made his cock twitch, that had him sitting up to give his lover a hot, needy kiss. They embraced each other as their tongues warred, grinding their cocks against each other until their moans turned into aching growls.

“Just go slow at first...” Dan said before he sucked on Cam's bottom lip, biting it, tugging on his lip gently.

“I'll do anything you want.” Cam replied and gave his ass one more squeeze before Dan turned around, positioning himself in front of the the other man. As he gripped the headboard, Cam spread his ass cheeks wide and let the spit fall on Dan's puckered hole. With a small thrust, the tip of his cock pressed past the tight barrier and as he watched his cock being swallowed into his ass, he couldn't help giving Dan a spank or two.

Dan’s eyes squeezed tight as the pressure built up, he wanted to clench as the small pain sent a wave of heat over his body but as Cam began to slide in and out he relaxed and within seconds he was rocking back to meet his cock just as Cam was thrusting forward. He held onto the headboard with one hand and reached down between his legs to stroke himself in time with the dick now steadily riding his ass. Rough, working hands dug into his hips as the dam broke, the thrusts becoming faster and harder. Grunts and moans filled the condo as their balls began slapping against each other adding to the sounds of their sex.

Cam leaned over Dan's body and wrapped his fingers over his partners hand to help him stroke his cock. His grip tightened to add more pressure and he couldn't help biting into Dan's shoulder when he felt Dan's ass clench just a little around his cock.

“Dan!” He breathed as he hammered deep, hard, just on the brink of pain but still nowhere near how rough they'd been with each other before. He bit his way up Dan's neck making the other man cry out.

“Fuck, yes!” It was his sweet spot and if he bit hard enough, long enough, Dan would cum. He sped up, pulled his hand away so Dan could stroke his cock himself, giving him complete control over when he came.

Even though he'd taken it back, Cam was still giving him what he'd wanted from the start and that was what drove Dan into ecstasy now. His strokes were wild, on the edge of painful. It was in that moment he realized it didn't matter, he'd always need something a little rough in his sex. Maybe not always, maybe not extremely, but a little pain was good every time. He needed it, and as Cam's teeth sank deeper into the flesh of his neck he shut his eyes tight and took everything in that moment in. The way Cam's dick slid in and out of him so fast all he could hear was their breathing and the slapping of their hot, sweaty skin. The pressure at the base of his cock built and built as he tried to hold it off but a sudden spank caught him off guard. He roared, his hot, sticky cum shooting out into his palm. He continued to stroke himself, covering his dick in his own seed as Cam pounded deeper into his hole to find his own release. It came not ten seconds later, another roar swallowed by their home as Cam buried himself balls deep.

Cam's cock came free of his ass with a small 'pop' sound and as he palmed his ass cheeks to spread Dan’s ass wide so he could look at the now gaping hole, he couldn't help but lick his lips.

“Push it out. He commanded and watched as Dan flexed the muscles of his ass, watched as the gaping hole shrunk before his eyes. As it closed, all the cum he'd dumped into his lovers ass came spilling out of the puckered hole. He rubbed the tip of his cock in it, stroking his cum up and down between Dan’s cheeks before Dan turned around, lying on his back. Cam repositioned himself over him, thrusting his cock into Dan’s mouth as he leaned forward to take Dan's cock into his own. Both of them eagerly sucked off the semen in the 69 position until they were both twitching from the now overly sensitive reactions their cocks had from the pleasure their mouths gave.

With his leg nudged between Dan's, arm slung over his side, palm pressed against his chest, Cam whispered in Dan's ear. “I think I'll like doing things gentle.”

Dan chuckled. “Maybe not completely gentle... but me too.” Cam kissed the bite mark still indented on Dan's neck and held him tighter as they fell asleep in the same position they started out in.

Assassin

Luke fisted his hand in Monique’s long, auburn hair as he pulled her head back. She cried out, her fingers curling around the sheets as he drove his cock deep inside her. He fucked her so hard, so rough, it made her breasts bounce, and it made the tug of her hair nearly painful. The echoes of flesh of flesh slapping filled the room and when she began to orgasm, he pulled her hands out from under her, forced her face into the pillow as he fucked her from behind, deepening the angle. She screamed for Luke to give it to her and spanked her in response. As he neared his own release, he reached around her neck, choking off her cries as her pussy shuddered around his cock again. His cum shot out in thick, streaming ropes as he buried himself to the hilt one last time. Slowly, he pulled himself free and they collapsed next to each other on the bed, bodies flushed, sweaty, the smell of hot sex permeating the air.

Ayla watched with sheer hatred from the house next door, the decision had been made. She’d do what she’d come her to in the morning.

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His chest barely rose and fell with each breath, a sliver of light cut across the small of his back drawing the eye down to his firm ass that was barely covered by the crimson sheets. As Ayla moved silently to the side of the bed, she crouched down, her head tilted slightly to the side as she made eye contact with the target.

“You’ll… never… get away… with this.” The broken words staggered from his full lips. She reached out to comb her fingers through his hair, a gesture she used to do every morning to wake him.

“Oh, but I already have.” She watched with a bit of amusement as his shaking hand reached for the gun he hid between the bed and the night stand. Slapping his hand away she tisked, “I don’t think so, honey. You should have shot me in the back before you decided to go fucking whores when I wasn’t looking.”

“Stupid bitch!” He spat at her, coughing up blood as the poison coursed through his veins.

Ayla took the gun, the satisfaction of killing him with his own research wasn’t enough now. They’d been friends, partners, and finally lovers despite their line of work. For eight years she’d given him everything and for the last two, he’d been giving his all to someone else. Her breaking point was the night he came home oblivious to how obvious it was he’d been with another woman. She’d screamed and cursed, cried and raged, beat and then begged him with everything she had. In the end, he’d won. They’d both walked away with broken bones, but he’d won on sheer size. He’d called out to her as he kicked her out of their home, ‘stupid bitch’ and those two words stuck. She knew the gun was loaded, could tell just by the weight; she also knew the safety wouldn’t be on as she put the barrel to his temple.

“That was the wrong thing to say.”

The echo of the gunshot rang throughout the house making Monique jump downstairs in the kitchen. Her glass slipped from her hand, shattering on the tiled floor as orange juice splattered around her feet. Her eyes were wide as her ears strained to hear another sound. Swallowing hard, she called out softly. “Luke?” She began to shake with fear and after a minute of complete silence, she maneuvered her way over the broken glass towards the adjacent living room. She called out again and was greeted by more silence. Her gaze was locked on the top of the stairs and as she climbed the flight, inch by inch she prayed they wouldn’t give her position away. Her hand trembled as it glided along the railing and when she reached the landing, turning left towards the bedroom she didn’t know what to expect. The door she’d left open was now shut. As she looked behind her, she realized all the doors were shut. “Shit.” She breathed out as she padded as softly as she could towards their bedroom. As she slowly pushed the door open, the room was shrouded in darkness. “Luke?” There was no response, she could see the outline of his body in bed but he didn’t move.

She whimpered as she reached for the light switch. When the iridescent light flowed through the bedroom, it took a moment for her mind to comprehend what she was seeing. Blood, brains, fragments of flesh and bone were scattered all over the bed and wall. She screamed, and as she turned to run from the room she saw his murderer.

The dead look in Ayla’s eyes became sinister as she looked over the other woman. Whatever the girl was saying, she wasn’t hearing. Monique was probably begging, pleading for her life while she began to back into the room. As her finger squeezed the trigger, Ayla wondered if that was how she’d looked when she’d begged for Luke to love her.

It was like slow motion watching the bullet enter her skull and explode through the back. It seemed almost graceful the way her body hit the floor, her limbs splayed out as if she’d meant to fall that way. Ayla’s arm didn’t fall to her side until she was sure the ringing in her ears had stopped. Being an assassin was easy; she’d killed hundreds, most of them with the help of Luke. Killing was easy; it was the revenge and her broken heart that made this time different. As soon as it was over, she reflected on all of her mistakes. It was supposed to be simple, no evidence, and only one target. Funny how two little words had changed all of that.

Annoyed by her reaction now, she quickly made her way through the house she’d once called home and found nothing, absolutely nothing had changed. Bastard. She made her way to Luke’s lab, keyed in the code on the lock and shook her head. “For such a smart guy, you were a fucking idiot. You didn’t even change your passcodes.” Quickly, she mixed the chemicals she needed to make a bomb, leaving his gun next to the concoction. As she ran from the room leaving the door wide open, she knew she had only a minute to get out of the house before it exploded. It was more than enough time to get to her car, start the engine and watch with satisfaction as the house exploded. She shifted into gear and the mushroom-like ball of smoke rose high into the sky as she watched through her rear view mirror as she drove away.