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- Do you still love him? – Ray asks with a certain edge to his voice.
He doesn’t want to sound exasperated but he is not known for his calm temper. He tries to level his voice and not sound accusatory. When he is met with painful silence from both Sand and Boeing he continues:
- If you don’t know, why don’t you kiss him to find out? You might get the answer from that– Ray says it as if he doesn’t care, as if he’s calm but beneath this façade he is anything but.
Sand turns to look at Boeing, a certain tremor overtaking his body and Ray can see the goosebumps rise on Sand’s skin and he is hoping it’s from the cold water. It has to be or else he might commit a crime right here.
Boeing leans in and captures Sand’s lips in a delicate kiss. Ray remains composed his attention only on the person he cares for. He sees Sand hesitate in kissing Boeing back, his pecks unsure. The biggest relief floods through Ray’s chest. The game is on then - he thinks to himself.
Ray reaches out to grip Sand’s nape breaking the unwanted kiss with Boeing. He looks at Sand for a split second and then leans in. Ray kisses him once deeply. His other hand slips down to glaze over Sand’s cock and he smiles into the kiss when he feels it already hardening and growing. Sand falters.
- Ray – he says eyes moving to Boeing. Ray kisses him again and starts palming at Sand’s cock.
He breaks the kiss and using his tongue he traces from Sand’s mouth to kiss his ear.
He whispers:
– Doesn’t it excite you? – Sand’s expression hardens. Ray smirks. – You’re such a terrible liar, darling – he massages Sand’s scalp making him almost purr. Always easy. – Don’t you want him to fuck off? – he can hear Sand’s breath halt. – Just focus on me, alright? – Ray straightens and caresses Sand’s face pushing on his lips with his thumb.
He turns to face Boeing and curls his hand behind his nape. There is no warning whatsoever as he starts kissing him. Hard. Teeth clashing and tongues already curling around each other. He keeps Boeing at bay though, controlling the kiss. One of his hands slips past Boeing’s swimming trunks and he is already hard. Whore. It’s gonna be too easy - Ray thinks to himself.
The other man moans into Ray’s mouth at the contact the sound reverberating in his throat making Ray shudder. Boeing is gone already. Ray smiles into the kiss. He keeps a steady pace, stroking Boeing’s cock lazily but firmly.
From his peripheral vision, he can see Sand with an undeciphered expression like it’s hard for him to hold back but he trusts Ray, so he stays planted in place.
It doesn’t take long until Boeing is gasping into Ray’s mouth, breaking down in front of him. No, he can’t have that. Ray immediately stops touching and kissing him making a one-foot distance between them. He hears a frustrated whine. Good.
- Darling? – he says to Sand. – Let’s get out, hmm? – Sand nods and makes it to leave the water.
Ray follows him but when he sees Boeing doing the same he stops and turns to him, placing his palm on Boeing’s chest.
- Ah, ah, ah - he tuts. - You’re going to stay here. – Ray looks over his shoulder – and watch.
Sand is already standing at the edge of the pool and helps Ray to get out as well. Water droplets cling to his skin making him glimmer in the darkness. Ray’s eyes zero on Sand’s collarbones making it impossible to not lean in - so he does. He licks at the protruding bone drinking the water and inhaling the skin. He looks at Sand and almost wants to call all of this off and tell Boeing to go fuck himself, but also he knows they need to do this. Sand needs to do this.
- You’re so beautiful – he marvels and swears he can see Sand blush.
Ray takes a deep breath grounding himself. Let’s get this started.
He kisses Sand once and hooks his fingers in his underwear sliding it down, while simultaneously getting on his knees. He hears a sharp inhale from Sand, but he knows that, if he was at his limit, he would tell Ray, so he continues, his hands slightly shaking. He kisses Sand’s inner thigh and licks at the sharp hipbone. Then he wraps his hands around Sand’s ass and leans in taking the tip of his cock in his mouth. This seems to get Sand by surprise, letting out a broken moan.
- Ray – Sand’s hands bury in Ray’s hair and tug at the strands.
Ray plays with the cockhead, licking the slit, wrapping his lips tightly around it. Sand’s legs buckle at some point, but he stays upright. My boy. He drops a couple of kitten-like kisses and then, without a warning, swallows him whole. He looks up at Sand and is met with him looking back. Mouth open and breathing ragged. Ray pushes on Sand’s ass so he is even closer, Sand’s balls rubbing against him. After adjusting comfortably he starts bobbing his head, gagging lightly to rile Sand up even more.
Groans spill from Sand’s mouth and seeing his lover feeling good Ray lets out a couple of his own moans - the sounds bouncing off of Sand’s dick. Soon Sand is fucking his throat completely raw, the only lubricant being the precum and the slide is nothing but harsh. But Ray wouldn’t be Ray if it didn’t turn him on. He wants to be used. He wants to show that bastard how good he is for Sand.
Tears swell in his eyes, but he keeps sucking Sand off. When he feels Sand’s gasps turn erratic he lays off of his cock and stands up on wobbly legs. Sand looks at him and wipes the spit around Ray’s lips. Ray leans in and kisses Sand backing him towards one of the deck chairs scattered around the pool. He pushes on Sand’s chest to make him sit breaking the kiss. He licks at his mouth and tastes Sand’s cum and something hot and heavy coils in his gut.
He turns around to look at Boeing still in the pool, one of his hands dipped underwater - a clear indication that he’s been touching himself seeing them.
He squeals when he feels Sand’s hand around his hips dragging him closer. Sand slides Ray’s trunks down his legs and Ray gladly steps out of them, still facing Boeing. Sand trails his fingertips over Ray’s spine leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. His hands dip to cup Ray’s ass massaging it carefully. Ray tries to focus his eyes on Boeing but it’s hard. He can feel Sand’s nosing along his asscheeks, inhaling deep like he wants to commit it to his memory forever. He feels a bite on one of his asscheeks and he moans – the sound breathy and hitched. He reaches behind himself to curl one of his hands in Sand’s hair. He feels kisses along his ass. When he feels teeth on his skin he knows the marks will stay there for a while. His ass marked and claimed by one man only.
The mouth and hands on his ass make him breathe quickly. Air coming out in rushed puffs. He keeps looking at Boeing and sees him focused on Sand behind Ray’s back. His hand is moving slowly in the water like he’s already trying not to come at the sight. Good. Keep looking at him.
He feels Sand lick dangerously close to his hole, and his grip on his hair tightens. Ray feels the exact moment that Sand stops and he smiles.
- You were so sure you’re gonna get laid one way or another right? – Sand utters reaching his hand to push at the plug nestled in Ray’s ass. Ray just laughs at that.
- I sure was mister.
- You’re unbelievable – Sand takes hold of the plug and takes it out almost all the way then pushes it in making Ray jolt forward. Sand‘s other hand wraps around Ray's stomach and pushes Ray towards him again.
Sand fucks him with the plug and Ray just moans shamelessly, not breaking eye contact with Boeing. He wants him to see that there’s no chance he’s getting his ex back. As long as Ray is alive he won’t let Sand go.
He feels a hand wrap around his cock and he throws his head back. If it wasn’t for Sand holding him he‘d already be on the floor.
After a couple more thrusts Sand takes the plug out and tosses it somewhere. A breath. It’s silent around them for a second. Tension heavy. And then. Then Ray cries out when he feels Sand’s tongue against his hole.
- Fuck – he moans trying to stand upright. Sand laps at him, his tongue entering him from time to time. From the pool he can hear a low growl. Boeing is looking at Ray now. Ray can’t focus though, his vision hazy. He brings Sand’s head closer to his ass.
– You make me feel so good, darling – this seems to encourage Sand even more, his pace quickens, tongue fucking his hole so deliciously Ray is positive he’ll pass out.
- Curl your tongue – he commands and Sand complies. Of course, he does. Ray quirks his eyebrow at Boeing a low moan slipping out of his mouth. He can see Boeing’s hand picking the pace up. Ray laughs.
- Just don’t cum yet, Aviador.
Sand continues eating him out as if his life depended on it. And maybe in some twisted, only to him understandable way, it does.
Nevertheless, Sand’s tongue inside of him is an experience of great value. The first time Sand ate him out Ray blacked out for a minute, and he can’t forget Sand’s worried face. Ray joked then that Sand’s ass-eating techniques are deadly earning him a sheepish chuckle.
Thinking about it he wonders if Boeing has ever gotten to experience it. Of course, he did. They were together for two years making plans about the future and all.
Green vines of jealousy start wrapping around his neck and he can’t let them - not now. He pushes Sand’s head and his ass is suddenly empty. Ray needs to suppress a whimper at the loss.
He steps back and sits on Sand’s thighs. Immediately he senses a kiss on his spine that is so intimate that it feels like it doesn’t belong here, in this moment.
He shifts so Sand’s dick is nestled directly under his ass, pushing on his hole. He starts grinding his hips in circles putting the right amount of pressure if Sand moaning is anything to go by. He feels him kissing his nape.
- You smell good – Sand’s words are slurred like it’s hard for him to focus. – Every time we fuck you smell so good. Makes me go crazy – Ray smiles to himself, and even more when he realizes that Boeing can hear it. Can see how good Ray makes Sand feel and vice versa.
Sand’s hands start traveling over Ray’s thighs, waist, and chest. Ray puts his own on top of Sand's and guides them between his legs. Sand immediately starts palming him and Ray moans loudly. He cranes his neck and searches for Sand’s lips to kiss them. The angle is weird, but he can swear they look hot right now. Impossibly close and entangled. The fact that they’re being explicitly watched only adds fire to that.
They gasp into each other’s mouths and Ray can hear moans coming from the pool followed by a pleading.
- Let me join – Ray breaks the kiss and looks at Boeing treading through water, making it to get out of the pool.
- Don’t – Ray says. – Stay right there or leave – he challenges him. Boeing huffs frustratedly but stays right there at the edge of the pool. Now, he can see them even better. Boeing can see everything from the droplets of sweat on their foreheads to their bodies joined in the most carnal way.
He takes Sand’s hand from between his legs and brings it to his mouth. Not breaking eye contact with Boeing he licks at Sand’s palm and then starts spreading saliva all over Sand’s fingers. Then he brings it again to his cock and wraps around it. Sand strokes him firm and fast, making Ray feel dizzy. Sand’s hand around his cock and the pressure of his dick on his hole is too much.
He brings his hands to his hardened nipples and circles them. He hisses at how sensitive he feels – driving himself into overstimulation with no doubt.
- I want to see you – Sand says quietly like he wants only Ray to hear it. Ray hums.
- I know – he breaths. He turns his head and kisses Sand once, lips lingering for a second longer. – Let’s give this big poor cock some relief, hmm? It’ll definitely help you feel better – Ray purrs, his voice sweet and potent like a forbidden fruit.
He lifts his hips a little and reaches his hand behind to wrap around Sand’s cock. He moans at the weight of it. Although his vision is not that good, he knows Sand's dick is red and hard standing proudly and aches to be enveloped by Ray. He lines himself with it and starts sinking down. Sand’s fingers grip his hips hard. Ray hopes the marks will be still visible tomorrow. Ray bites his lip at the feeling of Sand’s cock dragging against his walls, breaching them to the full capacity. When he bottoms out he clenches his hole and Sand cries out behind him.
Sand’s hand moves to caress Ray’s stomach while he simultaneously drops kisses on his shoulder. Ray spreads his legs even more to be comfortable. The movement makes Boeing curse under his breath and Ray in a sick way feeds on it. That bastard can look, can stroke his dick to the sight but he’ll never get a chance to get a taste ever again.
Ray plants his feet firmly on the ground and pushes up letting Sand’s cock almost slip out of him and then drops back down. They both moan loudly, satiation spreading through their bodies. He quickly gains his rhythm making sure to clench his ass on Sand’s dick every time he plops down on it. He can feel Sand’s fingers gripping his hips strongly, his nails digging in, almost breaking the skin. Sand wraps one of his hands around Ray’s cock and strokes him in time with the bounces.
The smack of his ass on Sand’s thighs spreads through the night. Ray feels so good he might choke on the feeling. For a second he can’t catch his breath because of how overwhelmed he feels. Sand’s dick brushes his prostate just right like it always does. They’re going fast, Ray using all of his strength to keep up the harsh pace.
Soon his thighs start to burn, rhythm turning sloppy.
- S-Sand. Hurts – he hears him hum in response. Sand kisses behind his ear.
- Touch yourself for me – he commands and Ray immediately obeys. He hisses, as he takes his cock in his hand and strokes it.
- You did so good baby – Sand whispers, reassurance so welcome right now.
Sand brings Ray even closer to himself and plants his feet on the ground. He starts thrusting up, immediately abusing Ray’s prostate on the first bounce. Ray cries out.
- G-good. Make me feel s-so guh-good – he praises and Sand just grunts in response overwhelmed with the pleasure himself.
Ray lets Sand manhandle him as he wishes. He lets him suck marks on his neck, he lets him mark his insides. He wants Sand to ruin him as much as he wants Sand to be ruined by Ray. He wants it to be so visible that just one look at Sand will make people back away knowing he belongs to Ray only.
He lets himself slump against Sand’s chest lazily locking eyes with Boeing. He’s stroking himself fast now, eyes locked with Ray’s as if challenging him. Ray wants to snort – challenging him with what? Sand belongs to Ray and nothing is going to change that.
- R-Ray I’m cl-uh-close – Sand moans in Ray’s ear making goosebumps cover his whole body. Ray just nods in understanding not having much energy left in him by now.
He lets Sand bounce his ass on his dick just the way he wants, becoming nothing more than a ragdoll for him. It, not surprisingly, turns Ray even more. The thought of making Sand feel good with his body, eliciting the moans from him, making him cum deep in his ass awakens something primal and possessive in him.
He lets out moan after moan and starts fisting his own aching, angry red cock. After a few more thrusts he feels Sand’s body locking in place for a second and then he groans. Loud. Ray feels his cum shoot deep into his ass, feels the shudders enveloping Sand’s body and he gasps. He feels full and warm. Sand keeps babbling something incoherent and Ray can’t stop the bloom of pride inside his chest at making Sand like this – vulnerable with pure ecstasy.
He keeps stroking his cock until he cries out and unloads inside of his hand and paints his stomach. He keeps letting out small whimpers being sensitive and sated at last. Somewhere in the distance, he can hear a moan coming from the pool as well, but he doesn’t pay attention to it.
He focuses on his and Sand’s harsh breaths, trying to calm themselves down.
Sand kisses the side of Ray’s head.
- You did so well – he places a kiss on Ray’s shoulder. Sand caresses Ray’s back in soothing strokes.
Ray takes a deep breath feeling insecure all of a sudden.
- Did I make you forget about him? – Ray readies himself for whatever answer Sand has for him. Sand props his chin on Ray’s shoulder.
- You didn’t – Ray feels his heart sink, chest constricting. – You didn’t because I didn’t even remember him in the first place – Sand pats Ray’s hip to motion him to stand up. Ray hisses at the sudden emptiness and streaks of cum going down his thighs.
Sand stands up and signals for Ray to jump and when Ray complies wrapping his legs tightly around Sand’s waist he secures him catching him under the ass. He plants a stray kiss on Ray’s lips and speaks up looking past Ray’s shoulder.
- We’re done here. I think you can find your way out – Sand says in a stern voice and starts going inside the house and into Ray’s bedroom.
Ray slips in and out of consciousness, and is almost positive he drooled all over Sand’s shoulder but he doesn’t care. Ray feels safe and secure in the arms of the man he adores. So many matters remain unsolved between them still, but they have time. As long as they put trust in each other Ray believes they have a chance for a happy ending of their own.