Nowhere We Can Hide

At the mess you made

So they dug your grave

And the masquerade

Will come calling out

At the mess you made

Saint's eyes are dark and filled with want as he watched Zee stretched out on the bed, his pale and magnificent god-like body all his for the taking. The longer Saint looked, the redder Zee's cheeks and chest became. Zee's cock was swollen and longing for some loving.

"Saint..." His name on Zee's lips sounded like a plea.

Saint crawled on the bed and took pity on Zee's leaking member. He licked the head with his tongue but from Zee's cries you'd think Saint was lashing him with a whip.

"Saint, come here," Zee begged.

Saint looked up innocently at Zee, who seemed anguished, as he stared at Saint's mouth stuffed full with his cock. Saint slowly let Zee's shaft leave his mouth, a string of saliva connecting his lips with Zee's spit-slick dick.

Zee groaned, "Baby, please..."

Saint made his way up, kissing Zee as he went, Zee's coarse and dark pubic hair, his belly button, his tight abs. He paid very special attention to Zee's nipples. Saint bit and sucked them until they were red and puffy, drawing out filthy words out of Zee's mouth. With a brief kiss to Zee's Adam's apple, Saint finally reached his destination.

"Hi," Saint smiled.

"Hi," Zee's face can only be described as lovesick. But in a split second, the demon was back. Zee flipped Saint to his back and yanked the drawer to his bedside table so hard the contents almost spilled on the floor. He took a bottle of lube and lifted Saint's legs in the air, exposing his dark pink pucker.

"Oh, fuck!" Saint cried out as Zee went to town on his ass. Incoherent sounds spilled from Saint's mouth as Zee tongued and loosened his hungry hole. With slick fingers, Zee opened Saint up with sure strokes, finding that special place and relentlessly rubbing it until the younger man was sweating and crying to be filled.

"P'Zee... P'Zee..." Saint chanted as if he lost all the words in his vocabulary and Zee's name was all that mattered.

"I'm going to fuck you now," Zee said as he rose and pressed his well-lubed member against Saint's opening.

Saint widened his thighs and wrapped his legs around Zee's waist. "Fuck me," he said in a tone that both dared and beg.

Zee slid the head of his cock slowly, watching Saint's face for any sign of pain. Saint sucked in a breath because Zee's dick was so bigger than any his fingers. He reached down to stroke his own cock as a distraction and Zee was able to slide deeper inside him. Both of them moaned when Zee was finally fully sheathed inside Saint.

"Move, P'Zee," Saint hit Zee's bicep lightly.

Zee withdrew and plunged deep into Saint, making him cry out once more, "P'Zee!" Zee kept a steady pace, thrusting hard and deep hitting Saint's special place with unerring accuracy. Saint raked Zee's muscled back with his short fingernails.

"Saint," Zee rasped, his voice rough with desire.

"Faster," Saint cried, finger digging into Zee's muscles.

Zee complied.

Saint tried to hold on but it was too much, it was too much... His body convulsed as he came for the second time that night. He felt like his spirit was flying to the high heavens.

Zee followed soon after, shuddering as he spurted hot semen inside Saint. Even when he was all empty, he ground his hips deep into Saint one last time not wanting to lose the connection but his softening cock betrayed him and slipped out of Saint's well-loved hole.

Saint closed his eyes and smiled as Zee slotted his face between his neck and shoulder. They'll change the sheets in a moment.