Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
“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.