“Can I go deeper, Kenji?”
“Yes please,”Kenji breathed out on a sigh of pleasure.
One of Qylar’s thick fingers crowded inside him, opening his tight hole. He hissed at the feel of it, his body trembling. The caress hovered between pleasure and pain.
“Oh, youaretight, aren’t you?” Qylar asked, his voice low.
Heat filled Kenji’s cheeks. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Qylar whispered. “It just means I get to play longer to get you ready.”
Kenji jolted when Qylar’s tongue first touched him. He laid a hot path around the outside rim. Another tremble took hold, inundating him. Qylar withdrew his finger and his tongue took over, lapping at his hole. Kenji moaned, savoring the taboo touch. He hadn’t been rimmed properly in some time, and from the firm pressure of Qylar’s tongue, he sensed he might be in for a wild ride.
As the minutes passed, his prediction was proven accurate. His moans echoed against the shower walls. He pushed back against Qylar’s hungry mouth, his thighs shaking. Qylar reached around him and stroked his cock. The other hand held his cheeks open wide for that remarkable tongue. He wasn’t sure how long they stayed in that shower while Qylar feasted on his ass. All he knew was his fingertips had long turned to prunes when he stood on the brink of an orgasm threatening to shatter him to pieces.
When it engulfed him, he struggled against the sensation for a second before releasing a roar. Kenji drowned in bliss, submerged by overwhelming pleasure. His body shook out of control, and his legs buckled. Qylar caught him and kept him from hitting the tiled floor, his tongue still working his hole through the motion. As soon as Qylar moved his mouth away, Kenji could finally breathe.
The next thing he knew, he was splayed across Qylar’s bed on his back, his body and hair soaking wet. Qylar disappeared for a second before returning with a huge bottle of lube. He quickly coated between Kenji’s cheeks. Instead of diving right in, he used his fingers to further prime Kenji’s hole, taking his sweet time to open him.
Kenji writhed under Qylar’s questing fingers, rolling his hips to get them deeper and deeper. Before long, he was rock hard again and aching with the need to come. When he wasn’t surehe could wait another second, he whimpered. Qylar removed his fingers and crawled between Kenji’s splayed thighs, as if he’d understood the need in that sound.
“Ready for me?”
Kenji could barely speak. He nodded and mumbled,“um-hmm,”between gasps for air to fill his burning lungs.
Qylar tore open a foil packet and slid a condom down his length with a practiced motion. More lube was added, coating them both well. The second the head of his cock pressed against Kenji’s hole, he whimpered again. He needed Qylar inside him with a desperation he’d never experienced in his life.
Painfully slow, Qylar drove into him. Inch by luscious inch. The thick impalement bordered on pain, but Qylar had taken his time to ensure Kenji felt none. Deeper and deeper it went until he hit the back wall.
“Oh, god,”Kenji muttered, never having felt so full in his life. His body was no longer his own. It was reformed for Qylar’s need.
“Are you okay?” Qylar asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Kenji nodded, meeting Qylar’s gaze.“Yeah… I’m okay.”
“Good,” Qylar replied, the corners of his lips curling up. He pulled one of Kenji’s legs up onto his shoulder and stared at where their bodies linked. “You looksofucking hot right now… taking nearly every inch of me.”
Kenji trembled, barely holding on.“I want it all…”
“That’ll take practice, baby. Give me time and I’m sure we can get it all the way in.”
Time? They didn’t have time, but the suggestion they did fueled his excitement. Even if it was only said in the moment.
“Fuck… you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”
Kenji grinned, glad Qylar was enjoying himself. “Score one for the inexperienced guy.”
“Oh, you’re earning more than one point,” Qylar said. He closed his eyes and withdrew an inch before sliding back in. A moan tore from his throat, and an expression bordering on pain flashed over his handsome face. “Kenji… this is… so hot. You feelsogood.”
He reopened his eyes, and their gazes quickly locked. Qylar pulled almost all the way out before slowly thrusting deep again. Kenji gasped, struggling for breath. He sucked in air when Qylar pulled out again.
He soon set a languid pace, teasing Kenji with a couple of rapid strokes here and there before returning to his unhurried ones. It was torture and temptation rolled into one. Before long, Kenji whimpered, a plea falling from his lips.
“Please… I need more…”
More speed. More power. Moreeverything.
Qylar groaned. He lowered to both hands and hovered a few inches above Kenji, that leg still hooked on his shoulder. “Whatever you need, baby.”
