Smut Sunday: Raw sex from Quarantine (#mm #glbtq #ChechenRainbow)

For Smut Sunday, I have a very raw excerpt from my MM erotic romance Quarantine. This book is set in a concentration camp for confining gay men. Dylan is a prisoner; Rafe, a guard.

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“I know you watch me,” Dylan answered, all the brashness gone from his manner. “Well, I watch you, too.”

“How…?” Rafe slid his fingers into Dylan’s reddish thatch and raised the inmate’s eyes to his own.

“Easy. I programmed a guard to change the video routing. To feed the stream from here to the screen of my controller.”

So there were spy eyes in the control room, after all. “No…”

“Yes. You know that hard-on of mine that you enjoy watching so much? That’s for you, man. When I jack off at night, I’m thinking of you.”

Rafe’s mind reeled. He snatched his hand from Dylan’s hair as though he’d been scalded.

“Unlock the cuffs, man. Let me touch you. Let me show you how much I want you.”

“Shut up, faggot!” The key burned a hole in his palm. His rigid dick strained against his zipper. He was tottering on the edge of a precipice, tempted to jump. Tempted to give in, to release the rash young man who’d delivered himself into Rafe’s hands.

But that would be suicide. The penalties for breaking quarantine were more severe than for murder.

He could take what he wanted, though. As long as Dylan was still cuffed, no one would really care. Rafe was H-negative—not queer, just horny from the months cooped up here with nothing but eP, no normal release. Oh, God, but he was horny!

The pressure from his boner made it difficult to undo his fly. When he finally managed to work the zipper down, his cock burst from its prison, bobbing like a fat black sausage in front of Dylan’s hungry eyes. Moisture welled up from the slit. Dylan licked his full lips as though dying for a taste.

“Ah, yes…” the prisoner sighed, leaning forward and reaching out his tongue.

Rafe didn’t answer. He grabbed the back of Dylan’s head and plunged his dick into that wide-open mouth.

Heat. Wetness. The firm pressure of a muscular tongue, kneading his pulsing flesh. The tight seal of those ripe lips locked around his rod. Rafe struggled for control. The sensations that flooded him threatened to set him off before he even got started. He pulled back, popping out of Dylan’s mouth. The other man moaned in disappointment. Rafe drilled back in, hard and fast.

Dylan gagged and Rafe let up for an instant. Dylan tried his tricks again, swirling his tongue along the shaft, nipping at the head, sucking like a vacuum cleaner gone mad. Pleasure swirled through Rafe, tightening its grip, bringing his cum to a premature boil. Dylan’s mouth was a garden of delights, but Rafe didn’t want that. He didn’t want the inmate to give him anything. He wanted to take.

He slammed his cock down Dylan’s throat, feeling the bulb graze the palate. The man on his knees choked on the invading bulk. This time Rafe didn’t relent. He jerked his hips, driving his cock even deeper.

He felt Dylan surrender, giving up all pretence of will or control. The muscles spasming around his rod relaxed. The jaw went slack. Again and again, Rafe buried his dick in that brazen, laughing mouth, bruised and drooling now under Rafe’s assault.

In. Out. In. Rafe stepped closer to the kneeling inmate so that he could thrust deeper. His climax was on a slow burn now, building with each stroke. He could fuck this raw, sweet mouth forever.

Something brushed against his leg, a solid lump that sent a new thrill up his spine. Dylan’s cock was hard—hard because Rafe was using him like the fag pussy he was. Rafe had the cruel notion that he might stop, push the inmate away and deny him any pleasure. He saw himself, using his fist to bring himself over the edge, showering Dylan’s face with jism but leaving Dylan without relief.

He was too far gone to stop, though. The hot pleasure dancing in his flesh made him generous. Let the twink come, he thought. As if in answer, Dylan rubbed his crotch against Rafe’s knee awkward because of his bonds and the inescapable cock plundering his mouth.

The friction increased Rafe’s excitement. He seized Dylan’s head with both hands. His back arched. His balls tightened. Then everything exploded, sharp pleasure slicing through him like shrapnel. His cum flooded the other man’s mouth. The sensation of Dylan swallowing detonated new waves of delight.

Dylan’s cock pulsed. Rafe pulled away at the last instant, not wanting evidence of their games to stain his trousers. Dylan moaned as convulsions shook his body. Gradually he stopped shuddering. He sank back onto his heels, Rafe’s semen dribbling from the corners of his half-smiling mouth. 

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