It was Rafe who picked up the condom and tore it open, and Rafe who rolled the condom over Lyle’s c**k, but it was Lyle that nudged Rafe onto his back and pulled Rafe’s knees up to his chest. Lyle couldn’t remember which of them slicked the condom with lube and barely recalled that it was his fingers that had wet Rafe’s hole and coated Rafe’s insides. The second he started to slide into Rafe’s body, though, all confusion, flailing, and desperation slipped away.
He watched Rafe’s eyes close, saw Rafe’s mouth open in a wide ‘O’ and felt Rafe’s fingertips dig into his shoulders. The Earth slowed; time stopped. Lyle could hear the sound of Rafe’s blood as it beat through Rafe’s veins. Rafe’s sharp breaths magnified into the chuffs of some great, world-powering engine. Rafe’s scent was the onl
