Vic laughed. “It’s the thong, I’m telling you.”

“I know.” Matt tugged on the belt, which emitted a loud snap! in the quiet bedroom. “That’s why I plan to leave it on while we fuck.”

He closed the distance between them. When he pressed against Vic’s back, the soft leather shorts he wore caressed Vic’s buttocks, exciting them both. Through the supple material, Vic felt his lover’s dick pushing against the breakaway crotch. Matt let go of one end of the belt, then ran his arms around Vic’s waist and grabbed the belt again, pulling it back against Vic’s flat stomach. Leaning against his lover, Matt buried his nose in the leather and breathed in deeply. Vic felt him shudder in delight, and a slight moan escaped his lips. “I want you,” he whispered. “Here, now. I can’t wait any longer.”

Vic arched his back to butt up against Matt’s erection. “Then take me.”

Matt set his knee against Vic’s and pushed, dropping him to the bed. Vic crawled onto the bedspread, the belt at his waist keeping him from going too far. Matt held it in both hands like a pair of reins, and when he thought Vic was in position, he pulled back, hard, to stop him. “Right there,” he sighed. “God, what a lovely sight.”

Vic clenched his ass around the leather thong to entice his lover. “Kiss it,” he commanded.

Before he could ask twice, a damp tongue licked down the cleft of his ass, wetting the leather thong. Then Matt licked beneath the strap, over quivering skin, and planted a series of tiny bites along the inside of Vic’s buttocks. Each time his teeth closed down, Vic felt his blood roil, his cock stiffen. With a wordless gasp, he dropped to his elbows, ass raised in the air, forehead pressed to his hands. Between his legs, he could see his lover, the harness he wore; the front of his shorts had been unsnapped to allow Matt’s hard dick to stand up from his groin.

As Matt rimmed Vic’s ass, he reached between Vic’s legs to rub at the thong’s leather pouch. The leather strained to hold back his erection and only added to his arousal; the material hugged his balls, cradled his cock, and rubbed over his sensitive tip with a maddening sensation. “God,” he gasped. He had to bite his wrist to keep from crying out louder.

Pulling hard on the belt, Matt hefted his lover toward him. Vic felt a stiff cock poke at his buttocks, then glide along the span between them, sliding over the thong strap, humping him. Matt rocked his hips into Vic, yanking on the belt with each thrust, until Vic bent in half with his ass high in the air, bumping back against Matt’s crotch. Every few thrusts, Matt pulled back and his cock slipped between Vic’s legs instead, the hard tip prodding the back of Vic’s throbbing balls. The belt rubbed over Vic’s pubic mound and pressed against the base of his dick with a sweet ache that begged for release. “Fuck me,” he growled. “Matty, now.”

Vic felt cool lubricant squirted over his nude ass cheeks, then the thong was thumbed aside and a strong finger massaged the gel between Vic’s buttocks, around his flinching hole, and into him. As the finger breeched, Vic rocked back, driving himself onto his lover. “Yes,” he sobbed. With his head in his arms, the leather vest fell around his shoulders and face, and his whole world filled with the rich, animal musk. “Yes, yes.”

The finger popped out and was replaced with the arrow-shaped head of Matt’s dick. It pushed against Vic’s sphincter, slowly, slowly, until Vic thought he’d scream with frustration. Then a hard tug on the belt pulled Vic back and impaled him. Heat flushed through him at the entry, a wildfire that raced up his anus and into his balls, into his cock. He came, explosive, and the thick scent of his own cum wetting the leather pouch excited him further. As Matt fucked him, using the belt to pull him back, Vic kept his head down and watched the pouch of his thong as his own cock stiffened again.

When Matt came, his juices raced through Vic’s body like liquid fire. Vic felt that orgasm in his stomach, his heart, his cock. The faint odor of damp leather rose around them, mingled with the scent of sex. As Matt slipped free from Vic, he leaned down and kissed his lover’s buttock. The belt fell away, replaced with loving arms that encircled Vic’s waist. “Oh yeah,” he sighed. “That’s what I’m talking about.”