And more.
And more.
It was when his thighs quivered with what was about to happen that Michael shoved him over the edge, making him cum.
“Oh, fuck!” he shouted, and had not a moment’s reprieve.
As soon as he finished cumming, Michael continued on with his torture. He went to his knees, and found the man’s tight pucker.
There, he tormented and teased, bringing the man right back up that climb to the top.
His dick was still in the upright position, and he was going to make sure it stayed that way.
Someone was going to be cumming a lot over the next couple of hours.
He could bet on that.
As Michael rimmed his husband, making him squirm, he wrapped his fingers around his dick, and jerked him off. The whole time, Graham was teetering on the edge.
He loved everything he was doing to his body.
EVERYTHING.
Only, he wanted one thing more.
“Please fuck me,” he whispered. “I need you to bend me over and fuck me.”
Michael was well aware.
Only, he needed his man to let him have some fun. He’d missed his body, and it was one hell of a playground.
As he watched his balls tuck into his body, Michael knew he was close.
That’s when he shoved him off of the edge, and into the spiral of colors.
Graham’s body betrayed him, and he bucked in release. The feral moan was wickedly wild, and delighted the man who pulled it from him.
“Oh, no. It seems I’ve gotten you messy,” he said, pulling his mate up so he could begin removing his clothing. Oh, but he’d keep the kilt.
That fueled his fantasy for now.
Graham was woozy from cumming, and still wanted more.
“My only,” he whispered, saying the title he’d given him years ago.
It made Michael pause.
It had been forever since he’d heard that, and it was music to his ears. That meant they were definitely going to keep their dominant and submissive roles, and he was grateful for that.
“My one,” he whispered.
Graham hopped off the counter, and immediately went to his knees. Once on them, he slid Michael’s kilt up, tucking it into the top of the material to reveal his prize.
Then, Graham began worshipping him. He feasted on his dick, slurping and making sure not to miss a single spot to please his Top.
It made Michael waver, his balance swaying as that overwhelming pleasure took over. If he closed his eyes, it felt exactly like it did years ago.
They were back.
