Trauma that is unbonded part four

“Ohhh fuck that's good! Mmm! Mmmphhh!” Husk heard his cries above a sea of bubbling climaxes, as the sensual movement of hips, sensual hands and groins kept a ocean of intimacy going steady.

Husk felt as though his whole body was the tip of a penis. Incredibly sensitive. He hadn't been intimate with anyone in so damn long. So long it actually hurt. His vocal cords were in use more than he ever used them in this moment.

He was under a slender frame that was completely covering his shaking form, his body quivering underneath the hot body that was putting him in such a great amount of pleasure. It was in those soft eyes that made Husk want to melt inside. Gooey, gentle and sweet, they kept gazing into each others eyes as if their lives depended upon it.

“Angel. My Angel. My sweetheart. My baby. Anthony, you're so damn good to me…” he gasped against Anthony’s lips as they kissed with tongues deeply.

The darkness felt like water, deep sea, Mariana trench-level shit. He couldn't catch a breath. Somehow, that made the build up of sensuality more intense.

It was weird though. Angel was quiet.

So quiet. Too quiet.

And this wasn't how he pictured intimacy with Angel in waking hours, either. Not to say it wasn't good. It was fucking spectacular.

Being a bottom with Angel felt like drowning and being resuscitated at the same time. It was beyond anything he ever thought he could have with someone. It was also his secret fantasy.

“Husk.”

Husk heard Angel’s voice but looked at him and he was still passionately yet silently banging him, making love, really going to town on him. Angel wasn't talking and it sounded like he was still underwater, as though there was a deep echo from far away yet near his ear somehow.

“Husk! Hey!”

He started to feel a shaking, quaking and tilting that wasn't in synch with the intimate movements. It was making him feel strangely overtly aware of his surroundings. Light was creeping into the scene.

“HUSK! Wake the fuck up!”

The groggy and very much still asleep Husk halfway opened his eyes, gasping awake as his blurry vision pieced together where he was.

Angel was there. Next to him. Concerned and giving him a knowing look. They fell asleep next to each other! It was a good surprise that Angel trusted him that much to fall asleep so easily next to him.

But that look…

‘Shit. Did he know what I was dreaming about?’ Husk thought in a panicked way, sitting up rapidly from his deep slumber.

“What a fuckin’ way to wake a fella up! Damn! Chill out!” Husk yelled.

“Hey, fuck you, I was worried. You weren't waking up. Old man!” Angel yelled back.

“I ain't that old. I can still kick your ass!” Husk angrily drawled out.

Angel got up with his fists raised and saucily said, “Yeah? Try it buddy.”

“Try it?” Husk felt a wave of heat still rampant in his body, and he decided to go for it. He shrugged. “Ok!”

He knelt down, slamming his whole body against the sleazy spider…

His arms wrapped tightly around Angel.

Angel made a small gasp. His body tensed only for a moment, then went slack as he felt the older man holding him so close and so tight.

“I tried it. What do you think? Did I prove my point?” Husk whispered hotly into Angel’s ear, making the two slightly whimper under the intense heat they were creating.

Angel bit his lower lip, finally feeling his crush so close to his person(it felt like a revelation of perfection to Angel), and as Husk slowly moved away from the impromptu embrace, the feeling of warmth and safety shot back into his heart. He realized Husk wouldn't ever do anything unless he had permission.

And that was unsaid yet promised to the young man who forgot his innocence long ago. Who forgot that love existed in a myriad of forms, and true gentlemen were actually real.