Barefoot And Fisted

Red light smears the corrugated metal like blood on a blade. Sirens scream. Race Cooper lies on his back, groaning while Sebastian Keyes buries his fist deep inside him. Race’s bare soles point at the ceiling. Sebastian’s pale skin looks bleached against Race’s dark body. Race lifts his balls and Sebastian scoops more lube, slick fingers pulling Race’s swollen rosebud out into the light. Race raises one foot to Sebastian’s mouth; Sebastian licks the sole, sucks the toes like candy. Race rolls onto his knees, abs tight, then leans back against Sebastian’s chest. Sebastian’s right fist pumps in short, hard bursts while his left arm clamps Race’s body. Sebastian’s beard scrapes Race’s ear. Race jerks and sprays white ropes across the floor.