Five Finger Death Punch

Chapter Twenty-Six: Fuse

There was nothing more to do now, so they laid in bed together with the television playing as they held each other. Ivan tickled Chris’s beard and loved on it with his mouth and in return he squeezed him tightly, but no matter what he did he couldn’t get close enough to him. He wanted his body to fuse with his – that was the only way he’d be satisfied.

Ivan pulled himself on top of him and hooked their legs together, much to his delight, and started kissing him deeply with his tongue. He tasted so good Chris’s body immediately began to buzz and heat up like a furnace, and he started groping him heavily. The singer pressed his crotch into his and then straddled his lap. He set his hands on the bassist’s chest and made his body dissolve with sugary pleasure.

“You still love me?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Chris’s sighed, his voice already resembling a pant.

“You want me?”

“Yes, baby…”

“You better love on me hard then and prove it to me.” He rubbed his chest and bounced a couple times on his hips. Chris pulled him down and kissed him, and then grabbed his ass and pulled him into his body.

Their clothes soon came off and Chris laid him down beneath the covers in between the sheets. They were skin to skin, shrouded in the silky comfort of the blankets, touching each other’s tattooed skin. Ivan felt so small beneath the large, muscular bassist and he loved it. He felt the same as him, needing to fuse with him into a single being characterized by sweet, sweet love and frustrated passion.

Chris reached into the nightstand, his boner pressing against Ivan’s leg, and removed a condom and lube to prepare himself. Ivan’s erection was leaking pre-cum, desperately throbbing to be stroked, and his hand snaked down his body to grab ahold of it, yet he refused to stroke it too much with the fear that it could burst at any moment. He rested both of his hands on Chris’s back once he was ready and lining himself with his ass, and his fingers curled as he entered him.

Everything felt better than it had ever felt before once his lover started thrusting into him. He immediately needed more – those first thrusts ignited an intense, overwhelming feeling of pleasure. He would’ve never believed it to be possible, but Chris had somehow immediately hit the perfect spot and continued to pound it rhythmically over and over again. He couldn’t control himself; he had to squirm and cry out and curse, over and over again.

“Fuck! Fuck, Chris! Harder! Ahh—” He threw his head back and his eyes rolled back in his head as Chris fucked him harder than before. He was falling apart, losing his shit – he needed more. His heart was beating fast like a drum roll but no matter how much he pressed himself into the bassist he couldn’t get enough. It was almost infuriating how badly he needed more. “Faster, Chris! Ah—ah! Shit! Fuck!”

Chris suspended a cry as he put forth all his effort into satisfying him. The bed shook, the backboard slamming against the wall, as he thrust into him with all his might as fast as he could. Ivan clawed his back, his fingernails digging into his skin, until he brought them to his pulsing cock and managed to beat it off violently in a tight fist. The copious amount of pre-cum lubricated him and intensified the pleasure. He felt himself coming closer to the edge.

His strong, muscular lover started to make grunts higher pitched than before at a quicker pace, and his whole body shook.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” He groaned.

Ivan’s mouth was salivating like crazy and kissed the older man once, roughly and hastily, as he felt his balls hitch up and tighten.

The two musicians came together, all of their sexual and emotional frustration being released in one vehement convulsion. They both cried out, their whole bodies freezing up as if they had received an electric shock, as their thick, creamy, and warm cum sprayed out in impressively sized loads.

Chris couldn’t move off of him, so he laid on him as they caught their breath, which took ages to do. They were still breathing heavily once he rolled off of him and they laid side by side.

“That was amazing…” Ivan murmured, catching the cliché and smiling. He chuckled lightly and looked at Chris who looked back at him.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling and touching his face gently.

Ivan lit up a cigarette as they laid in bed, relishing the feelings of relaxation that followed their intercourse, but more than that savoring the burst of love between them. If that hadn’t been making love, they didn’t know what was.