Chapter 3
He only gets a moment's warning, a fleeting second of eye contact but he's being pushed forward with the force of a real thrust, and his hands are no longer on the sink, but on either side of the mirror, and the tip of his cock rests over the basin of the small sink.
He watches himself leak precum little by little, drops splattering on the off-white plastic.
He doesn't have much time to think about it when eight perfect fingernails dig into his hips at once and hold him in place as he gets fucked.
When he can think straight, he's gonna build a list of things he hates about this guy, another thing being that no, his stroke game is definitely something Kyren doesn't regret.
He's so thick Kyren can feel that his body hasn't quite adjusted to the reality of it, but it's certainly on its way.
"You smell so fucking good."
Kyren whines at the praise.
The small bathroom smells like chocolate and coffee, and the sound of skin on slick on skin is disgustingly loud, so Kyren tries very hard not to add his own moans into the mix.
The last thing he wants is for this to end because they got caught.
"Thought I smelled like dirt."
"Yeah, but - the good kind."
Kyren can't help a small laugh even as he crosses his arms on the mirror and rests his head on it.
He bites gently into the meat of his arm to avoid whimpering when it changes from fast, desperate thrusts, to slow and powerful ones, punching little moans and grunts out of him every time hip bones thud against the meat of his ass.
Kyren wishes momentarily he were on his stomach, crushed under the weight of this guy as he fucks him into the mattress.
He watches a steady stream of his own precum spill into the sink.
"Are you getting close?"
Kyren scoffs.
"What?
No."
Yes
.
"You've - barely put any work in."
There's a pause, and Kyren panics thinking he'll pull out before they're done, but instead he's surprised with an arm under his leg pulling it up until it's on the counter and a tentative hand at the base of Kyren's neck as he's held down.
The stretch is more work than he's done in months to be honest, essentially celibate except with a little help from Noe through his heats, but the burn in his thigh does nothing to detract from the pressure of being held down or the drag of the cock in him.
"Oh my god - are you - are you gonna knot?"
There's another pause, and maybe Kyren's imagining the swelling inside him.
"Do you want me to?"
"Do you want to?" It rolls off his tongue almost before the other guy finishes asking his own question.
"Only if you want me to, but you should hurry up and decide."
"You just want me to beg."
"Begging is up to you."
"Just - fucking knot me, okay, Christ."
"You sure?"
Kyren nearly screams in frustration, but instead he lowers his voice and growls.
"Please fucking knot me before I lose my goddamn mind."
His stomach flutters at the smile he catches in the mirror.
The guy buries himself deep, dropping his head in the back of Kyren's hair and inhaling, and Kyren can
smell
the difference as soon the knot really starts to swell, pushing him past his edges into uncomfortable pleasure.
"I'm gonna -"
"I know, buddy, I can tell," but Kyren still gasps the moment he feels the guy start, pumping wave after wave of cum inside him, and god it's gonna be messy, so disgustingly messy, and Kyren wishes he was somewhere he could really enjoy that.
He rolls his head back to rest on the man's shoulder, and whines at the teeth in his neck and the hand around his cock.
"Wow, you really were leaking from both sides huh."
"Do you think that's sexy?
What you're saying?
Because - it's not."
"Just an observation." It makes the slide much easier as his grip edges on too tight, almost as if he knows exactly how Kyren likes it, and that's just another thing he'll add to the list of
hot but annoying
.
"So fucking messy.
Bet you like it that way, that's why you asked me to knot you."
"Ye - yes,
yes
.
Fuck." Kyren looks down to watch that far too pretty hand squeeze his base and pump, pushing drop after drop of precum out of him and into the sink.
The knot is driving him crazy, finally at its fullest, and it's so far inside him that Kyren can't think straight.
The guy has the audacity to grind forward to situate himself, and Kyren gasps as he sees the tip of his cock push against the front of Kyren's stomach.
"Oh my god."
He reaches a hand down tentatively pushing against it, and they both groan in unison.
The frustrated, surprise squeeze he gets on his cock at the same time is enough to have him cumming, gasping as he writhes with nowhere to go.
Every breath has him swallowing down coffee and chocolate, and it smells so good and heavy, so bitter with a tint of sweetness, that it's making Kyren hungry.
He wants to revel in it, and unfortunately, once the post-orgasm calm settles in he realizes he can.
"Oh no."
There's steady breathing against his neck, then a lazy, "Hm?"
"Did you fucking knot me?"
"
What
?
You asked me to!"
"Well - yeah but - now we're stuck here."
"Shouldn't have asked, then."
Kyren frowns, having no excuse.
He hangs his head again, tracing his finger over the slight bulge in his lower stomach.
"Fuck."
"Quit it, I'm sensitive."
"Don't be such a baby." He rests his hands his hands on the sink for awhile, pulling his mouth to the side in the awkward silence that follows.
"So..."
"So.
I'm Spencer." The guy turns his hand to face Kyren in an awkward handshake that Kyren accepts before realizing it's still covered in cum.
"Ugh." He scrapes it on the edge of the sink and turns on the faucet to wash his hands, moving out of the way, trying not to let the hitch of breath be too audible when Spencer pulls his arms in tight so he can wash his hands as well.
"I'm Kyren."
"I don't usually... do this.
So I'm not actually sure what people usually do in this situation."
"Uh, I've had hookups, but this is definitely a little different, so we're both out of our depth on this one." He shifts to adjust himself, and Spencer lets out a strained
mmph
as he clenches his eyes shut.
"Sorry.
You're kinda... big."
"Thanks."
"I didn't say it was a good thing.
Maybe it's a bad thing.
Now I can't get comfortable on your stupid... monster dick."
"Right.
It's a terrible thing." Spencer inhales sharply when he presses the heel of his palm down on his knot inside Kyren one more time, and Kyren bites his lip.
"Thought you were too sensitive."
"Thought you hated my hentai level monster dick."
"Stop - just stop saying things."
"The only things I'm saying are the things you already said."
"You are so fucking frustrating."
Spencer smiles sheepishly, like this isn't the first time he's heard this.
Kyren can make out the dimples in the reflection, even with the shitty fluorescent bathroom light, and he's cute.
God, he's cute.
"So.
Where you headed?"
"Lochport - oh, you already know that.
I just have some work to do there for my management company."
"Yeah?" Kyren pats the outside of Spencer's thigh until they're both delicately shuffling over and he can prop his chin up with his elbow on the counter.
He can't see Spencer anymore, but he can smell him and feel him and hear him, and that's... nice.
It's nice.
"What do you do?"
"Sales director, what about you?"
"Market research and analysis.
Head of my department, too."
"Oh, what's your department?"
Kyren pauses, trying not to laugh.
"...
Market research and analysis."
"Oh.
Right.
You know, I'm usually pretty smart, I swear.
I did become sales director through hard work and talent, not these good looks."
"That's admirable.
I got entirely where I am based on my good looks."
"I could see that."
Kyren turns to look at him incredulously over his shoulder, but he seems unfortunately sincere so Kyren turns away to hide his blush.
"You're annoying."
"You're mean."
"I'm - Sorry.
Nervous."
Spencer's hands run up and down his sides in a soothing pattern.
"I was just messing with you.
My friends are far worse, so you're good.
Plus they don't let me fuck them, so you're like... miles ahead of them in likability so far."
"Always feels good to be a winner."
They chat for a while, going from favorite kinds of music to food to random childhood memories, the kind of shit that you can only real-talk about with someone who's forcibly attached to you for at least fifteen minutes.
Kyren finds him way more interesting after listening to him speak.
He's got a unique cadence where he'll slow down as if he's looking for the right word, but speed up and break in strange places because he gets overly excited about some things, and for the first time, Kyren's kind of...
sad
.
He smells good, he looks great, and he's actually likable.
Of course they're strangers and bound to stay that way.