Ozzy leaned in and kissed him, slipping his tongue past Evander’s lips as his hands curled up and tangled in Ozzy’s hair, holding him down into it.
When Ozzy parted, he shrugged. “I think that’ll work.” He pecked Ev’s lips again. “I do want to bring up one thing, before we get to the bedroom.”
Ev nodded, backing up just enough that Ozzy could look at him properly. “Let’s get it all on the table.”
“Well, it’s not that serious.” Though itdidfeel a little awkward. In spite of their history together, and the fact they’d traded head not too long ago, this felt a lot more like a fledgling relationship than he expected. But he would take a leaf out of Evander’s book and just be totally and fully honest. “I picked up a bit of a taste for spanking since we’ve been broken up. I know you brought it up when we were together before. If you’re still into it, I’m open.” More than open, but Ozzy didn’t want to push too hard.
Evander grinned, something wicked sparking in his eyes. “Giving or receiving?”
It was stupid to be embarrassed, but Ozzy couldn’t reason his way past the heat that rushed across his chest, up his neck, and into his cheeks and ears. “Receiving.”
“Well happy birthday to me.”
Ozzy chuckled. “You don’t have to. Not a deal breaker.”
Ev closed the distance back up between them. “I would be honored.” He kissed Ozzy again, and his hands thwacked down, one on each of Ozzy’s ass cheeks, driving him a little taller and flooding blood to his cock.
Ev pulled out of the kiss and whispered, “You get ready. I’ll be out there waiting.”
Chapter forty
Evander
The waiting seemed totake forever. Ev could only fret so much. Hedidlike the idea of spanking Ozzy before fucking him. During fucking him. All that squatting and bending had firmed his butt up to something breathtaking, so reallyanyinteraction with it was good in Ev’s book. But he’d liked smacking at ita lotmore than he would have expected there in the bathroom.
When Ozzy finally came out of the bathroom, he was naked and more than half-hard. Not totally stiff, but bigger than when he was soft.
Evander still had his underwear on, although they weren’t doing anything to hide his excitement.Hewas fully hard already, so his trunks bulged out, the material straining.
They stared at each other a moment. Two. Three. Then Ozzy marched over, grabbed the sides of Evander’s face, and pressed their lips together. His breath still tasted faintly of mint, cooland sparkling. He had a touch of stubble on his face, scratching pleasantly against Evander’s cheek and chin. His tongue was a force, hot and strong and searching, tangling with Ev’s as it probed his mouth.
Ev reached back and gave another two-handedsmackto Ozzy’s ass. He grunted into Evander’s mouth, not pulling out of the kiss for even a moment. His cock hardened further and Evander felt a streak of dampness rub against his thigh, precum leaking.
Finally, it was Ev who broke the kiss. He ran his hands down Ozzy’s shoulders and chest, feeling the hard points of his nipples. He carried on down his ribs, his abs, and stopped just short of his bush. Then he looked straight into Ozzy’s eyes. “You ready?”
Instead of answering, Ozzy bent over the bed, spreading his legs wide.
It really wasquitean ass, pert and strong even laying down like that. Evander ran both hands gently down Ozzy’s ass, enjoying the sensation of the muscles tensing beneath his fingers. He spread the cheeks slightly, exposing Ozzy’s hole. Downy, pale hair covered his cheeks and surrounded his hole, still slightly damp from Ozzy’s shower and prep.
“You’ll have to tell me if I’m doing okay.” Evander had a stupid, nervous pit swirling in his belly. “I’ve never been the spanker.”
“Spanker.Supersexy word.” Ozzy shot a look over his shoulder and grinned, then grabbed one of the pillows and used it to prop up his chest and head. “You can go pretty hard.”
“Yeah, you do have alotof ass to get through.”
“Like you don’t love it.”
Evander did. He always had. He rubbed the cheeks again, then moved to the side and wound back. Ozzy’s cheeks tensed, then released, tensed, then released. On the next release, Ev broughthis hand back down. The sound resonated in the stillness of the room, and almost immediately, a pink handprint bloomed to life on Ozzys’ left ass cheek.
“You can go harder than that.” Ozzy sounded breathless and ragged as he spoke, and he was softly grinding his hips down into the mattress.
Ev couldn’t help but play with him. He ran his hands gently down Ozzy’s exposed, pinkening butt again. “Maybe I will if you use the magic word.”
“You dick.” Ozzy looked over his shoulder again, his red face and smile banishing any thought that he might have been seriously annoyed. “Please spank me like you actually have muscles in your arms, not overcooked pasta.”
“And I’m the dick.” Evander pulled his hand back a little farther and brought it down a little faster, stronger. He was met with a sharp intake of breath as his hand stung against Ozzy’s ass. He started to understand why people used paddles or crops. If he kept this up for any length of time, his hand would tingle its way into numbness.
Still, he smacked Ozzy’s ass again, switching sides each time and trying to spread his impacts out so the two pale mounds reddened evenly.
