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hips. "Ah…you're tight."
    "Uh-huh." Declan braced his hands on Killian's smooth chest and rocked back and forth, taking a little more of Killian's length inside him with every shift of his hips. The other man's pulse thundered against his palms.
    Declan sank his teeth into his lower lip and tried to concentrate on the slight sting of his teeth rather than the rising burn of tender, unused muscles giving way. He panted and pushed through most of the pain, his mind focused on the goal at hand. The little plug he'd been using didn't have anything on Killian's fat cock. It might not have been wider, but it was damn sure a lot longer, touching places the plug hadn't even thought to reach.
    Christ. Is it supposed to hurt like this? He couldn't imagine why anyone would like it if that was the case. Unless the only people who bottomed got off on the pain.
    Do I have to be a pain slut to like anal sex? God, he hoped not. He'd never been keen on the sight of his own blood. Just the thought of it made him feel a little woozy.
    With Killian fully sheathed, Declan gently rolled his hips. There was a slight twinge of pain, but it was manageable. Taking a deep gulp of air, he slowly raised up until only the broad head of Killian's prick remained inside. The empty, aching sensation left behind was a pleasant surprise. Regardless of the initial pain, his body wanted Killian's fat cock.
    That isn't so bad. Maybe I can do this after all.
    Killian shifted, putting his feet flat on the bed and changing the angle of penetration in the process. The front of his thighs provided back support to Declan as he descended, slowly taking Killian back inside. Halfway home, something bright and sparkly lit up inside of him. His muscles clenched, but it wasn't from pain. "Oh, fuck. Do that again."
    "This?" Killian rolled his hips and shoved upward, his steady gaze locked on Declan's face.
    "Yes!" Declan squeezed his eyes shut, the pleasure too intense to share.
    Killian kept pumping into him, shallow at first and then deeper and deeper until his groin was slamming up into Declan's ass. Declan's dick surged to full length, hard as granite where it bobbed up and down in the wake of each thrust. He met each snap of Killian's hips, pushing back for more, and rode through the burn, anticipating the quick flashes of pleasure he got whenever Killian's cock rubbed over his sweet spot.
    Sounds unlike anything he'd ever heard spilled from Killian's throat, coloring the air with breathy pants crossed with guttural moans. Declan fought to stay silent, concentrating on the way his pulse echoed in his ears and the sound of the bedsprings creaking beneath them.
    Somewhere between the pain and the mind-numbing pleasure, making Killian come hard morphed into a matter of pride rather than an obligation. He wanted to see the other man's face go slack and twist in pleasure. He needed to know he was the one responsible for making Killian feel good. The yearning almost eclipsed his own need to get off. Almost.
    As it stood, the skin on his dick felt tight and ached as if it were too small to contain his need. His balls were tender and swollen, heavy where they hung from his body. He didn't think it was going to take very much more for him to spill. Once he did, he was going to make it his mission to get Killian off in spectacular fashion.
    Declan grabbed his dick where it bobbed unaided and gave it a loose stroke. Precum spilled down his shaft, lubing him up nice and slick. Oh, yeah. It's not going to take much at all to…
    Out of the blue, Killian quit moving. Declan dropped his dick and stared down at the other man. "What's wrong?"
    "This isn't going to work." Killian stared up at him, breathing heavily.
    "What?" Declan's spirits crashed and burned. Had he done something wrong? Was Killian going to complain about his performance and get him fired? Oh God. He couldn't go back to sleeping outside. It was cold and dark, and he was so fucking lonely.
    "Hang on tight," Killian