As D’Artangnan bottomed out, his dick all the way into his body, he throbbed, making his captive bedmate moan.
“Yeah, I’m going to fuck you good,” he said, holding his one leg up, as the other was tethered.
Then, he began moving.
First, he moved slowly, the man’s saliva the only lubrication he needed. The whole time, the friction slowed, and the pleasure came.
He had him stretched open, and taking all of him.
“God!” Graham shouted, his dick throbbing in desperation as his ass took all of the man.
D’Artangnan was focused.
He was working on bringing them both pleasure, and not willing to stop until they achieved it.
Their crap bed shifted, and the headboard slapped against the wall at the motion.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
It was over and over again, a sexy staccato and music to their ears.
As he was fucking his lover, his one and only, and his soulmate, he was jerking him off, knowing he couldn’t hold on.
Normally, he’d punish him more for being brazen and cumming without permission, but D’Artangnan was celebrating.
He’d been worried about the outcome of this, but he could see that Graham had proven, once again, to trust and believe in him.
He couldn’t wait for that year to pass so he could change their lives.
It was odd to Graham that he could hear what D’Artangnan was thinking. Then again, this was his Purgatory—or coma state.
This was all fiction, and not real.
Oh, what would he give for it to be the truth and not a figment of his imagination or punishment?
“Oh, my sexy bottom, your ass is too much for me,” he muttered, already at the point where he could cum again.
To make Graham cum, he roughly played with his balls instead of stroking him.
“Please,” he begged. “I’m going to cum!”
And that was what D’Artangnan wanted. He wanted him to cover himself with so much cum.
This was his trophy, and he’d won it by loving him.
D’Artangnan moaned, and the long length of him hit that one spot in the man’s ass repeatedly, and it set him off like a rocket.
Graham came.
And came.
And came.
Oh, and when he thought he couldn’t cum again, D’Artangnan proved him wrong. He kept pummeling that one spot to show him who owned his ass.
