Killer Love - Kiss. Kill. Repeat. #2 - ch. 5 (Patreon)

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Kota

Kota wrapped a towel around his waist, using another to dry his damp hair, grimacing when it stood up in wet spikes around his all head. 

He jumped when there was a gentle knock at the door. “Y-Yeah?” 

“It’s me,” Walker called. 

Me. 

There was so much implied intimacy in the short sentence. Me. As if it was inevitable, like the only me Kota should know is Walker. Or maybe Kota was just imagining things. One blowjob didn’t mean he wanted him or that it would ever happen again. That was the problem. Kota didn’t know what it meant or if it meant anything at all. And for the first time in his whole life, he actually cared about the outcome.

Kota turned the lock, then peeked around the door frame, heart knocking off-kilter when he saw Walker standing there, drenched. He could hear the rain really coming down outside. 

The idea of getting cozy in Walker’s clothes only to be caught in a torrential downpour landed heavy in his belly. But there wasn’t really much to do about it. He took the clothes offered, disappointed when Walker didn’t join him inside. 

“I’ll wait here,” Walker said, gruffly. 

Kota gave a stilted nod. “‘Kay.” 

Did Walker regret it? Was he even capable of regret? Was he capable of any feelings at all? Jesus, Kota really was an absolute joke. First, he almost gets murdered by one killer and now he’s crushing on another. It had been hours. Not even a full day. Yet there Kota was, wistfully thinking of a man who had just minutes ago explained that he didn’t kill more people because they had the survival skills of a squirrel. 

Squirrel. 

That’s what Walker had called him. A squirrel. He wasn’t wrong. His survival instincts were just as bad if not worse. No matter how many times Kota got hurt, he still kept venturing out into the road. Was it any wonder there were dozens of tread marks on his back?

Kota’s chest felt tight as he shoved his feet into black sweatpants that pooled at his ankles, then pulled on a sleeveless white t-shirt with faded lettering that fell almost to his thighs. He plucked at the fabric as he stared at himself in the large mirror. He looked like a kid playing dress-up in his father’s closet. 

Not sexy at all. 

He pressed the fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply. It smelled like clean laundry and something that was just Walker. He shook his head at the ridiculous thought. He was every bit the gullible idiot his mother claimed he was. 

He slipped his socks and shoes back on, then realized his clothes were missing. Had Walker grabbed them before he’d left earlier? Kota had been too cum drunk to notice. 

He exited the bathroom, finding Walker standing guard, but still didn’t ask. 

“All yours,” he said when Walker looked at him.

He gave Kota a hard once over that had him wanting to cover himself. Especially when Walker smirked and muttered, “Cute.” 

“What?” Kota asked, glowering up at him. 

“I’ll use the shower on the rig,” Walker said, like he hadn’t said anything at all. 

Kota blinked at him. “There’s a shower on the rig?” 

Walker nodded. “Yeah, a toilet too. A whole bathroom. But very small. This is far more comfortable.” 

How? How had Kota missed a whole bathroom? He’d seen the small kitchen and the bunk, but a bathroom? How much had that cost? 

Kota followed him out of the showers, stopping short when he walked into Walker’s wet back. 

The rain was coming down in sheets. 

“What do we do?” Kota asked.

“Do you want to try to wait it out?” Walker asked. 

“Not really, no,” Kota admitted.

“Me either. Its just a little water,” Walker said. “Lets make a run for it.” 

Kota nodded. Walker snatched his hand and took off, all but dragging Kota behind him. The soles of his sneakers slipped on oil slick asphalt and splashed in puddles,but Walker’s firm grip kept him upright. They didn’t climb into the driver or passenger seat, but the one that led directly to the sleeper part of the cab. 

Walker yanked the door open, then picked Kota up like he weighed nothing, practically hurling him into the rig. He caught himself before he went face first onto the floor. Walker hopped in behind him, then slammed the door shut with a finality that had Kota’s insides shaking. 

The rain on the roof was white noise, the low rumble of a motor adding to the feeling of being isolated. Walker, slipped between the seats and pulled down shutters, blocking the windows and the world outside. 

It was cozy, or it would have been had Kota not been sopping wet. He expected Walker to excuse himself to this mysterious bathroom to get dry but instead he turned his attention to Kota, taking in his bedraggled appearance with a chuckle. Once more, Kota glowered at him, but that only seemed to amuse Walker more. 

He took a towel from one of the overhead bins, closing the small distance between them and roughly drying Kota’s hair, laughing when he pulled back the cotton cloth, before combing his fingers through Kota’s damp hair like he was trying to tame it somehow. 

He dropped the towel, then reached for the hem of Kota’s t-shirt that was plastered to him like a second skin. “Arms up.” 

Kota hated how easily he complied, letting him pull the dripping fabric from his body and drop it into the small sink built into the wall.

“Shoes too.” 

Kota slipped them off, watching Walker do the same. Ridding himself of his hat as well. 

Kota’s mouth went dry when Walker kneeled before him for the second time that night—morning?—slipping off his wet socks and tossing them in the direction of his shirt. 

When Walker’s large callused hands reached for Kota’s waistband, he panicked, grabbing his wrists, earning a stormy look. 

“I-I don’t have any underwear on,” he stammered.

A slow smile crawled across Walker’s face. “I know. I didn’t bring you any.”

“I’ll be naked,” Kota said, sounding far more scandalized than he should have considering.

“You do realize it was me kneeling in front of you forty-five minutes ago. Right?” he teased, almost like he could read Walker’s mind. 

“It’s different,” he whispered. 

“It’s not,” Walker assured him. “Let go, squirrel. I’m not gonna ask you nicely again.” 

Kota gasped, his cock twitching with interest at Walker’s harsh tone. 

He flushed when Walker laughed. “Oh, you like being bossed around, do you? Noted.” 

Kota looked away but released Walker’s wrists, letting him strip his wet pants from him. He fought the urge to cover himself. Walker was still clothed, but Kota was naked as the day he was born…and half-hard. What now?

Walker stood, cupping Kota’s face for a second, scanning him. He sighed, then pointed to the bunk. There was now a thick blanket on the mattress along with two pillows. 

“Get under the covers,” Walker said softly. 

“What?” 

When Walker gave him another sharp look, Kota scurried to get beneath the heavy wool blanket, hating how warm and cozy he instantly felt in Walker’s bed. 

He rolled onto his side, snuggling deeper into the pillow to watch as Walker slowly peeled his wet t-shirt over his head, like he was putting on a show. 

Maybe he was. 

Kota drank in the sight of him, now bare from the waist up. 

Sweet Jesus.

He had one of those bodies that seemed impossible. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, not ripped like the guys on television, but belly flat, abs defined, like his body had come from hard work, not time spent in the gym. 

Kota’s eyes locked on the trail of hair that started just beneath his navel and disappeared below his waistband. His stomach tightened hard enough to hurt, growing fully hard just from the view. 

Kota was starting to think that man had actually killed him and this was heaven or maybe purgatory. How had he ended up here?

Walker unbuttoned and unzipped his faded jeans, shoving them down thick thighs dusted with hair. Kota swallowed the lump in his throat, licking his dry lower lip, forcing his gaze upwards only to find Walker grinning at him like he could read his mind.

Kota’s cheeks flamed, his heart hammering like a hummingbird against his ribs. Heat crawled up the back of his neck, embarrassment and desire tangling together until he couldn’t separate them anymore. 

He quickly rolled onto his back, staring straight up at the roof of the truck, terrified to make eye contact again. He’d never been so attracted to another human before. Walker was such a…man. Big. Confident. Dangerous in a way that should have terrified him more than it did.

He gasped as his silhouette suddenly appeared above him, just hovering, looking down at him. Kota opened his mouth and closed it again, unsure what to say in this situation. He couldn’t figure out if he was scared, horny or both. 

Probably both. 

Definitely both.

Kota watched with a strange feeling of inevitability as Walker leaned down…down…down until they were nose to nose, close enough for Kota to see the flecks of greenish gold in his eyes. Close enough that Kota could feel the warmth of his breath ghosting over his mouth. He held his breath, heat rushing through him as his dick fully hardened under a blanket too loose to hide it.

Walker grinned, one large callused hand closing around the pillow beside Kota’s head, before standing up again.

“You’re not sleeping with me?” Kota heard himself ask, hating how desperate he sounded. Like he already missed the weight of him before he’d even touched him.

“You sound disappointed,” Walker said, amusement obvious. “I told you I’d sleep on the floor.”

Kota’s face fell. “You just blew me in a truck stop bathroom but you won’t sleep with me?” He hated how hurt he sounded even to his own ears. 

Surprise flickered across Walker’s face. “Do you want me to sleep with you?” 

Kota shrugged. “I mean…there’s plenty of room.”

Walker studied his face. “You say that, but you seem awfully anxious about the prospect.”

He wasn’t wrong. But…

Kota gave a nervous laugh, voice tight. “First of all, I’m riddled with anxiety. My body goes into fight or flight if someone tries to get me to pick a restaurant for dinner. So…there’s that. But also, you’re huge.” He dropped his gaze to the wet fabric clinging to his skin, the imprint of his large cock unmistakable. 

And he wasn’t even hard.

He heard Walker snort out a laugh, reminding Kota he could see him blatantly staring at his dick. 

“Also, not to put too fine a point on it, but you’re a murderer. And not just a one off. You’re a professional killer,” he said as if Walker didn’t know. “That would be your entire LinkedIn headline. Murdery Truck Driver.” 

His words tumbled out faster and faster, nerves making him ramble.

Walker was grinning now but Kota couldn’t stop the word vomit. “Just get in, please?” He scooted over until his shoulder brushed the wall. “Please?” he said, voice squeaking in a way nobody would find sexy. Or dignified. 

This had to be the most embarrassing moment of his life.

Walker studied him until Kota started to squirm, finally letting him off the hook by saying, “Okay.”

There was something predatory in both his tone and his movements. Unhurried. Confident. Like he already knew exactly how this would go. 

Kota’s mouth went dry as Walker hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, then slowly pushed them down, before kicking them off. Kota blinked rapidly, heart racing. 

Walker slipped under the blanket, then moved close until their bodies touched. “Body heat works best when we’re both naked, right?” 

Kota nodded with a little too much enthusiasm, pulling another raspy laugh from Walker. It was clear he was teasing him. He went still as a statue beside the older man, continuing to stare up at the ceiling like it held all the world’s secrets. But nothing could stop him from noticing the solid heat pressed along the entire side of his body.

“You sure you’re okay?” Walker asked, amusement evident in his rumbly voice.

“Is-Is Walker your last name?” Kota blurted. 

 “No.” 

Kota frowned. “What’s your last name?” 

Walker stretched his arm until he grabbed his pants, fishing his wallet from the wet fabric, before returning to lay beside him. He handed his wallet to Kota. 

He flipped it open. Walker’s license was front and center. He wasn’t lying. Walker wasn’t his last name. It also wasn’t his first name. His full name: Ulysses Walker Hayes. 

Kota snickered. “Ulysses?” 

Walker shrugged. “Its a family name. Honestly, I’m just surprised my parents spelled it right. Neither of them had more than a third grade education.” 

“Where was your mom when your dad tried to kill you?” Kota asked. “Is that too personal?” 

Walker glanced at him. “Nah, squirrel. Ask whatever you want.” He was quiet for a minute before he said, “My mom was there. Well, as there as anyone as high as she was could be. My parents weren’t just addicts, they were cooks. Meth. And it wasn’t a Breaking Bad situation. They weren’t smart. If I hadn’t killed my dad, he probably would’ve blown himself up at some point.” 

“That must have been hard growing up,” Kota said. 

Walker shrugged. “I was good at staying out of their way. I learned real quick how to sleep in my makeshift fort, how to get food from the church or my neighbor down the street. I was pretty much feral. I’m pretty sure that’s why I wasn’t taken from them like my siblings.” 

“You have siblings?” Kota gasped. 

“So they tell me. Six of ‘em. They were all with the state before I was even born. My mom was high on her own supply with all of us except maybe my oldest brother and even that’s unlikely.” 

“Don’t you want to know them?” Kota asked.

Walker shook his head. “No. I have no interest at all in rekindling any familial ties. I prefer being alone.” 

“Oh,” Kota said, chest caving in on itself. 

They fell silent for a while. “Did you b-buy this rig like this?” Kota heard himself ask. “Or did you have it made? Is that a thing? Pimp my Rig or whatever?” 

He didn’t really care about the truck. He just needed a distraction. One that didn’t make him feel like a stupid kid with a crush. Anything to keep himself from thinking about how good Walker smelled this close.

Walker looked around. “I had it custom designed. Figure if I’m gonna spend my life in it, it might as well be functional and comfortable.”

Kota nodded, relaxing a bit, noting how their bodies touched from shoulder to thigh. Every point of contact felt magnified, his skin hyperaware of the weight and warmth beside him. “That couldn’t have been cheap.”

Walker made a noncommittal sound.

Kota’s heartbeat thudded in his ears. He had to fight the urge to roll over and bury his face in the other man’s chest. What was wrong with him? He’d never felt such an intense attraction to someone before. Was it because he was a killer and Kota loved making bad decisions? 

Probably. But he didn’t care. 

He just wanted to feel his weight on top of him, his rough hands on his bare skin, his mouth on his. The thoughts hit so hard and fast it almost made him dizzy.

Kota had been kissed a lot, by a lot of people. It was usually whatever. But the way Walker kissed him, made his blood feel fizzy. 

“Walker?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Have you ever had a…person?” 

Walker rolled onto his side, propping his head on his hand to look down at him. “Like a relationship?” 

“Yeah.” 

Walker shook his head. “How would I manage that? I live on the road, ninety-five percent of the time. I kill people and dispose of their bodies. Any one of those things is usually enough of a reason not to bother. Besides, I don’t think I have the emotional capacity to make someone happy.” 

“Oh,” he said again. 

Walker examined his face. He slipped his hand under the blanket, resting it on Kota’s belly. “Did that upset you?” 

“No,” Kota lied, faking a smile. “I-I get it.” 

“If you have something to say, just say it, squirrel. I’m not a mind reader.” 

“Kiss me?” 

A look of surprise came over him, but he didn’t hesitate, dipping his head to brush his lips over Kota’s. His whole body tingled at the contact, cock already leaking. Walker’s hand caressed his belly, then slid upwards to tease at one nipple. 

“Feels good,” Kota gasped into his mouth.

Walker made a sound low in his chest, sending heat spiking through Kota’s blood. Walker kissed him like he was trying to absorb him, each kiss melting into the next, his tongue soft over Kota’s. 

Walker rolled on top of him without waiting for an invitation, settling between Kota’s thighs just as his tongue slipped past his lips. His hands snaked around Walker’s neck, letting him take what he wanted.He hooked a leg over Walker’s hip, trying to pull him even closer. 

The weight of him was overwhelming in the best possible way—solid, warm, impossibly real.

Walker grunted his approval, rocking his hips against Kota’s. The sound vibrated straight through him, hot and filthy and impossibly satisfying. Walker bit Kota’s lower lip pulling another low whine from him. 

God, he was so large, so heavy on top of him, pinning him to the mattress until he sat up enough to pull Kota into a sitting position, tearing his shirt off, then shoving him back down with enough force to make him bounce. The roughness of it should have startled him, but instead it sent heat racing through his bloodstream.

Kota took the chance to look his fill, letting his hands roam over the broad expanse of Walker’s chest, biting his lips as his fingers traced the trail of hair below his navel. His skin was warm beneath Kota’s palms, solid muscle shifting under his touch.

Walker slipped an arm under Kota’s knee as he surged forward once more. This opened Kota even more, allowing Walker’s cock to grind against his own in a way that felt like pure bliss injected straight into his blood. 

Kota’s mouth found Walker’s again, hoping to stifle the helpless little noises that Walker seemed to swallow like air. Like he wanted to keep every sound Kota made for himself.

He kissed Kota like he couldn’t get enough of him, like he was his new favorite drug. Hungry and thorough, like he intended to consume him completely.

But that couldn’t be true. Kota was getting way too ahead of himself.

Walker’s lips pulled from his, trailing down his neck to his chest. Every brush of his mouth left heat blooming in its wake. Kota felt a little like he was hyperventilating, his whole body one live wire. His eyes rolled back as Walker’s mouth closed over his nipple, Kota’s hips bucking up against his will, groaning when his dick collided with Walker’s again.

He chased the shocks of heat that sparked through him each time they collided. “Oh, fuck. Why does that feel so good?”

Walker chuckled, but moved to lick over his other nipple, teasing over the tightened peak as Kota’s fingers threaded through the older man’s hair, pressing him closer. The strands were soft between his fingers despite everything else about Walker feeling rough and dangerous.

“Fuck me,” Kota whispered.

Walker pulled back, meeting his gaze. “Yeah?”

Kota nodded almost too quickly. “If—Only if you want to.” 

His pulse was pounding so hard he could feel it everywhere.

Walker arched his brow. “Only if I want to? Has anyone ever said no to you before?”

The adrenaline firing through Kota’s system made him too nervous and horny to lie. “More than you’d think.” That just made him sound like a whore. “Well, no, not like that. I mean, look, I’m a guy. I like—” His face collapsed when Walker started laughing. “I’m just saying I’m a lot better at…receiving than giving, so don’t set your expectations too high.” 

God, why was he talking so much?

Walker kissed him again, still laughing.

“Where the hell did you even come from?” he asked against Kota’s lips, sounding…fond, like he thought Kota was funny? 

The softness in Walker’s voice hit him almost harder than the dirty talk might. Almost.

He assumed it was a rhetorical question, since Walker swept his tongue back inside his mouth before he could answer. Kota was dragged back under the heady fog of lust rolling over him. 

Walker smelled heavenly, something spicy, a little earthy, a bit like tires and motor oil. He just smelled like a man and Kota was drunk on the scent. It filled Kota’s lungs every time he breathed, dizzying and grounding all at once.

When Walker sat up again, Kota whined with displeasure, until he picked up Kota’s legs, resting them against his chest as he picked his lower half up off the mattress like he weighed nothing, repositioning him. Fuck, Kota loved being manhandled. Once he was fully naked, Walker spread his legs once more, still holding him beneath his knees, looking his fill. 

“You’re perfect,” he muttered. 

“What?” Kota gasped before he could stop himself. 

Walker ignored the question, slipping his hand into the pocket that was built into the wall on the side of the bunk, pulling out lube and a condom. 

Kota’s mood sunk like a lead balloon. “Do you do this often?” he mumbled, face growing red at the thought of Walker on top of some other guy…or girl. 

Walker smirked, dropping the condom beside them on the mattress, then popping the top on the lube to spread it over two fingers. He leaned over Kota, propping his weight on one forearm as he dipped his head. “What’s wrong? Jealous?”

Kota hissed as cold lubed fingers teased at his entrance, stealing his ability to respond. His lips crashed into Kota’s open mouth as he slipped two fingers past his rim. Kota cried out, his body resisting the sudden invasion, the burn bringing tears to his eyes. 

“For someone who claimed to be easy, you’re pretty tight,” Walker grunted, fingers fully buried inside him. 

“I also said most people find me annoying,” he said, blinking away the wetness clinging to his lashes. 

The searing pain faded with each careful thrust of Walker’s thick fingers. He kissed Kota over and over again like an apology, like he would be content to just do that all night. 

“I’m–I’m good,” Kota whispered. “You can…you know.” 

Walker sat back on his haunches, wiping his fingers on the abandoned towel at the end of the bed. Kota’s mouth went dry as he took in Walker’s cock. He was definitely proportional. It was…daunting.

“Is this the part where I ask if it’s going to fit?” Kota joked faintly. 

Walker smirked at him, rolling the condom on before stroking lube over his length. “Is this the part where I sexily tell you I’ll make it fit?” 

Kota couldn’t stop the low groan that escaped. 

When Walker was ready, he once more grabbed Kota’s hips, hauling him closer, arranging him how he wanted him. Once more, he picked up Kota’s leg, pressing it to his chest, turning to kiss his ankle. 

Kota wasn’t making it out of this alive. He was already breathing heavily, his heart hammering behind his ribs and Walker wasn’t even inside him yet. The blunt pressure at his entrance had his whole body tensing until Walker dragged his teeth along his calf. “Breathe for me, little squirrel.” 

Kota let out a heavy breath like he was meditating and not about to get fucked by the sexiest man he’d ever seen up close. “O-okay.” 

He tried to will his body to cooperate, hissing as the head of Walker’s cock finally pressed past that tight ring of muscle. He didn’t stop until he was fully seated inside him. He didn’t move right away, just looked down at him. 

The look on his face had Kota’s neglected cock leaking all over his belly. He understood what Walker meant by prey. He felt like prey. His heart was racing, he was panting like he’d run a marathon, adrenaline and lust pumped through him in equal measure. 

The more Walker studied him like a wolf might, the more Kota felt like the squirrel Walker claimed he was. That shouldn’t have turned him on but it did. 

A million things ran through his mind. Walker was scary. Walker was safe. Walker would protect him. Walker might actually consume him. God, how he wanted Walker to consume him. He’d let this man eat him alive. He’d hand him the knife. There wasn’t enough space in his chest for the feelings swelling within him. 

Walker shifted, pressing deeper, dragging a throaty moan from Kota. “I feel so…”

“So?” Walker asked, his gaze piercing directly into Kota’s soul.

“Full,” he managed, not sure how else to describe the feelings building inside him. 

Walker pressed the flat of his palm to Kota’s lower belly. “You are. I can see myself right here.” He pressed down until Kota gasped, the pressure unbarable, but so hot. “I can feel myself too.” 

“Oh, God,” Kota choked. 

Walker pressed Kota’s palm beneath his, letting him feel the bump there. He pulled back, then thrust forward, letting Kota feel the movement.

Kota gasped, looking up at Walker, startled. “Is-Is that normal?” 

Walker frowned. “You’re fine. I promise I won’t hurt you in any way you don’t want me to.” 

That was not the comfort Walker thought it was. Kota would let this man do anything to him. 

“You—fuck—you can move,” Kota said, breathless. 

Walker fell forward, caging in Kota’s head with his bulging arms. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, knocking another desperate sound loose from Kota’s chest. His toes curled into the wrinkled blankets. 

Kota wrapped his arms around Walker’s neck, pulling him down until their lips met again, Walker swallowing every sound that fell from his lips as he fucked him. Kota moaned, wrapping his legs around Walker’s hips. It changed the angle enough to have his cock dragging over Kota’s prostate with every thrust. 

His eyes rolled back, seeing stars behind his eyelids every time Walker dragged across that bundle of nerves. “Oh-Oh, wow. That’s…” 

“You’re so fucking tight,” Walker said through gritted teeth. “So hot inside. You feel so good.” 

Kota’s eyelids fluttered at the praise. “You, too. You feel so good too. I’ve never felt like this. It’s crazy. It’s like I can’t catch my breath,” he admitted. 

Walker growled, thrusting harder, deeper, cupping Kota’s head to keep him from slamming into the wall behind him. It stupidly made Kota’s heart stutter. Or maybe he was in some kind of sex haze. His cock was trapped between them, the friction of their bodies driving Kota closer to the edge even though they’d just started. 

“Oh, fuck,” Kota cried, “Don’t stop. You feel so good. I’m so close.” 

“If you can still form a sentence, I’m not doing a good enough job,” Walker said. 

What did that mean?

That was the last coherent thought Kota had before he was sucked into pleasure like he’d never felt before. Walker sat back on his knees, gripping Kota’s hips, holding him in place as he drove into him. Heat roared through him, static filling his head. By the time Walker wrapped a hand around Kota’s throbbing cock, he was ready to scream. 

Instead, he cried. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks as Walker jerked him in time with his thrusts. The rough calluses on his palm were just this side of painful, making Kota sob with every stroke. 

“Gonna come for me?” Walker rasped, hips snapping at a brutal pace. 

“Yesss,” Kota cried. “I’m so close. Fuck, can I?” 

“You better,” Walker said, the cold tone in his voice zipping through the fog of Kota’s pleasure. 

Kota’s hips arched off the bed as he came, his release jetting from him, hitting his chest and even his chin. Had he ever come first during sex before? Had he ever come by someone else’s hands before? His thoughts were still hazy, confused, uncertain. His body shook with the aftershocks of his orgasm. 

It was like he was floating. 

Until he wasn’t. 

Walker kept going, once more falling forward, one hand planted beside Kota’s head as he fucked him. Pleasure gave way to oversensitivity. He bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to leave indentations. 

Still, he didn’t tell him to stop. He let his hands roam Walker’s sweaty chest, staring up at him, the near primal look on his face stirring something deep inside Kota, something more distracting than pain. 

“Hurts,” he heard himself whine. 

“You can take it,” Walker growled. 

“I can take it,” he echoed, nodding quickly. “I want you to finish inside.” 

“Fuck,” Walker snarled, falling off rhythm. 

Two more tight snaps of his hips and he was collapsing, burying his face in Kota’s neck as he throbbed inside him. What would it be like without a condom? With him just filling him up? 

Walker was dead weight on top of him, but Kota didn’t care. He held him tightly against him, not wanting the feeling to go away. 

Still, reality crept in. Walker pulled away, slipping free of Kota to dispose of the condom. Kota felt hollow, like something had cored him out then abandoned him. 

But when Walker returned, he gathered him into his arms. “Why do you look so upset all of a sudden?” 

Cause this is the first time I didn’t feel completely alone in the world. 

“Just tired,” he said, burrowing closer. “Let’s just go to bed.”