Beyond Eden by Kele Moon

off again. Bite your tongue if you can’t follow the rules.”
    Danny actually saw Paul do it, biting down on his tongue hard enough to draw blood and he pushed his head down rather than watch it. Fucking him drunk was a bad idea, because his emotions were all over the place. He couldn’t rationalize with himself that it was better Paul did this with him than someone else who didn’t love and care about him.
    He draped himself over Paul’s broad, bare back once more and brought his hand up, rubbing his fingers against Paul’s lips. “Suck them.”
    Danny groaned when Paul did as told, taking two of his fingers into his mouth and sucking on them. He fisted his other hand in his hair once more, jerking his head back to watch him suck on his fingers. The sight made him forget his turbulent emotions as dark, deviant desire coiled in his gut, making his balls tighten painfully. His cock twitched in jealously as Paul sucked his fingers thoroughly, his tongue swirling over the tips of them.
    Danny wasn’t going to last either. He needed to be in Paul as badly as Paul wanted him there. He pulled his fingers out of Paul’s mouth and reached down to his firm, muscular ass, pushing both fingers inside him roughly. Danny spread him, trying to
    loosen his tight hole, but with no lube and Paul clenching around him, he could only do so much.
    Danny still had Paul’s head wrenched back and he watched his face as he curved his fingers, rubbing them against his prostate. Paul’s eyes rolled back in pleasure and his knees buckled. He would have fallen to the floor if it weren’t for his hands on the wall.
    Danny had fucked him enough times to know he was close, but Paul held out as Danny continued to torture him by toying with his prostate. Any other man would have given in and come all over the shower tiles from the onslaught but Paul was stronger than most. He had amazing amounts of willpower and was able to withstand the torment long enough for Danny’s fingers to start to cramp from the effort.
    “You want me to let you beg for my cock?” Danny finally relented when Paul’s breathing had become so erratic it scared him.
    “Yes!”
    “Do it.”
    “Please, Danny Boy,” he groaned, his legs and arms shaking, his breath a low, gravelly rumble. “Fuck me. Do it now. Please.”
    Danny pulled his fingers out of him and grabbed his hips. They had no lube and Paul was always impossibly tight no matter how many times they did this, but Danny pushed into him, feeling him stretch around him as he was enveloped in his warmth. He worked his cock in slowly rather than hurt him, his fingers digging roughly into Paul’s hips to hold him still when he started pushing back impatiently to take all of Danny in him. With a growl of anger, Danny leaned forward, biting at Paul’s shoulder hard in warning and Paul finally gave up the fight. His body became languid and submissive as he let Danny take him how he wanted. Paul’s head jerked back against his shoulder when the bliss of being taken slowly finally outweighed his desire to be hurt and punished, causing a strangled moan of pleasure to burst out of him. The sound was Danny’s undoing, shattering his last bit of civility. He gripped Paul’s hips tighter and surged forward without warning, burying himself in Paul savagely.
    Being inside Paul was always Danny’s utopia and this time was no different. The pleasure slammed into him with such a velocity he thought he might pass out. The waves rolled over him, making his thoughts hazy as the steam of the shower left him feeling weighted.
    “Fuck,” Paul gasped out, pushing back against him. “That’s good. Harder. Please, Danny Boy.”
    The sound of his name on Paul’s lips had him pulling out and thrusting forward. He savored Paul’s low, rumbling groan of pleasure. Danny moved hard and fast, slamming into him over and over again. Their fucking was rough and animalistic. They were both young and strong. They could handle it where