Rayne turned over so fast that he started back, almost expecting the boy to hit him. Green eyes glistened with unshed tears, glaring up at him, naked hostility and resentment in that stare.
“Don’t talk anymore,” Rayne said huskily.
“I am right?” Aldo whispered.
The boy reached up and snaked a hand around the back of his neck, pulling Aldo’s mouth down onto his. Rayne’s small, cold tongue slid between his lips and they kissed urgently for a long time. Aldo lowered himself gently onto the boy, between his legs, resting his weight on his elbows and knees so that he did not hurt Rayne as their mouths moved together in soundless concerto. He let Rayne feel his increasing arousal, leaning forward to rub his tool between his companion’s soft, white cheeks. Rayne did not fight him as he wriggled his slippery cock-head into position and nudged it steadily into the boy. A little groan escaped his throat as he was entered and fucked more deeply but he did not resist. At last his knees moved higher and he wrapped his legs around Aldo’s lean hips and pulled him in, wincing a little but more at the rub of the sheets against his red-raw back and shoulders than the feel of his companion’s thrusting sex. The Italian youth slid his hands under Rayne’s naked back and caressed him carefully and gently as he began to pulse harder, his mouth slipping to Rayne’s throat and neck, kissing him there until the boy was sighing and whimpering with pleasure. He was erect and leaking as Aldo powered deep into his rectum, lifting him higher as he knelt up to get a good, quick rhythm going. He eased Rayne’s knees over his shoulders and fucked him hard from underneath.
A Boy Who Came In from the Cold
“Va bene? Do you like that?” he huffed eventually.
“Shhhh….” Rayne exhaled in a breathless whisper, eyes closed tight. “Don’t… don’t talk. Just screw me. Screw me hard.”
Aldo was not about to argue with that.
When Ant came back to the bedroom a little after midnight, he found Rayne on his hands and knees with Aldo’s long, hard prick still sheathed in his dripping arsehole. His teeth were clenched and his eyes were closed and the bedclothes were soaked with sweat and semen. Wordlessly, Aldo pulled out of him as the older man entered the room and they exchanged places as if he had not just been caught fucking another man’s boyfriend and this was the most natural thing in the world.
Aldo di Boccato felt a little twinge of envy and reluctance as watched Ant mount and penetrate his young lover on the bed. Maybe the kid was no longer cutting himself, but he had found another way to exorcise his ghosts; a new way to give vent to his pain. It was harder to watch than it was to inflict. Aldo slipped away to get some air so that he did not have to hear Rayne’s painful cries of agony and release. Knowing Daniel and Terry, no doubt they would be available to watch and stroke to on video by morning.
END OF PART SEVEN