<i>Please. </i>A simple word, but it called to River, Ezekiel's sweet voice drifting through the air between them to land at his ears, eliciting sweet tingling sensations to overwhelm River's sensitive skin.<br/><br/>"Yes, my angel," River whimpered, removing his fingers and grasping for the olive oil bottle once more, pouring a generous amount into his palm so he could rub it along his engorged shaft. Ezekiel was still tight; it had been too long since they had been able to indulge in one another's bodies, not since before River's eighteenth birthday when they had still been kept prisoners in Father Lamont's basement. River used the bedspread to wipe the excess oil off of his hand, not caring the slightest amount for the blanket, not when Ezekiel's body was lying before him, open and needing to be filled.<br/><br/>River took the opportunity to carefully climb over Ezekiel, situating himself between Ezekiel's legs. Though they had made love to one another numerous times, the boys were still ignorant as to many of the positions and activities available to them. Missionary, though they didn't know that's what it was called, seemed to be easiest, and it allowed either boy to dive<i>deep</i>into his partner's body. River gently manipulated Zeke's legs, pulling them up so he could line himself up with Ezekiel's entrance, though he paused before pressing his hips forward, tip of his cock already wet with oil and anticipatory precum.<br/><br/>"Forgive me," he begged, "I love you more than life." River closed his eyes as he pushed forward, his circumcised member forcing itself past Ezekiel's tight and unforgiving ring of muscle. River grunted, not wanting to hurt Ezekiel but knowing it was what the older boy wanted, what he<i>needed</i>in order to cope with their current situation. They were strangers in a foreign land, at the mercy of those whose intentions were not yet made clear. Perhaps Cassandra simply wanted to have her son close, but people lied, and it was unknown to either boy what would happen the moment they stepped out of whatever arbitrary lines the Benett family had drawn in the sand. Even in this seemingly innocuous environment, they were not safe. They would never be safe, unless they were in one another's arms. River was convinced of this, and he needed to ensure Ezekiel was convinced as well.<br/><br/>He started slow, easing his way deeper into his partner, placing his hands on either side of Zeke's head and staring intensely into the blonde boy's eyes as his hips rocked against him. Ezekiel reached up, pulling River down onto him and clutching him close so he could push his own oiled fingers into River. The younger boy moaned low, used to being forced to keep quiet but allowing a small bit of evidence of his pleasure escape him as Ezekiel's rigid cock rubbed against his abdomen. Nothing felt as good as Ezekiel's body. River was convinced there would never be a sensation as sweet in all the world as Ezekiel. Like his lover, the idea of ever being with another made River want to retch, but Ezekiel... he was simply perfection.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for the familiar feeling of tension to build in River's body. The head of his cock completed long, eager strokes against Ezekiel's prostate, and the muscles of the boy's rectum tightened euphorically around his shaft, encouraging the<i>feeling</i>. They didn't have word for it, but they knew it, craved it, worked for it. River's lean, muscled body was dripping with sweat as his narrow hips began pumping erratically inside of Ezekiel, pushing himself harder and harder toward his finish. Once he was done, Ezekiel could use him, and they could lie together as they often did, wet limbs intertwined.<br/><br/>"Almost," he groaned, his body tightening as his dick achingly throbbed inside of Ezekiel. He closed his eyes as his body exploded, waves of bliss drowning River's trembling form as he released himself inside of Ezekiel's body, the only place he could bury his seed without being discovered. "Oh, Zeke," he sighed, pulling out when the last stream of semen had lined the inside of his partner's intoxicating form.<br/><br/>Without hesitation, River shifted their bodies, easily moving Ezekiel's smaller form up while he slipped himself beneath. He spread his legs, encouraging Ezekiel to take advantage of him. His cock was flaccid now, still shining with oil while remnants of his orgasm leaked from the pink tip.<br/><br/>"Your turn," he panted, as if the two were just young boys playing a game of tag. "Take me."