“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Cypress said, reaching between Tom’s legs to curl around his cock. He began to stroke, fast and hard, continuing to praise him, “Your hole is fuckin’ gaping right now. Mmm, you feel so soft. I wish I had a plug so I could keep you open and fuck you again.”
Tom’s cock grew rapidly in Cypress’s hand, and he knew he couldn’t last. It was all too much; the lingering sting in his cheeks from being spanked, the ache of his raw hole after getting righteously fucked, and all that spectacular filth making his ears burn.
“Can I come, please, I need to come now, let me come!”
“Come for me, Tom,” Cypress commanded, his hand squeezing down and jerking him frantically. “Come on, baby! Come on!”
One last twist of Cypress’s fingers inside of Tom’s hole was his undoing, the pressure that had been building all evening finally breaking as he came. The bliss came over him in an intense wave, and Tom rode the crest of it until he couldn’t take it anymore.
Sensing his overstimulation, Cypress let go, and they both collapsed on the bed, trying to catch their breath.
Deliriously, Tom began to laugh.
“What is it?” Cypress lifted his head. “Are you okay?”
“I think I’m gonna need another shower.”
“That makes two of us,” Cypress said with a grin, reaching for Tom’s hand. He kissed it and promised, “I’ll be right back. Stay here.”
“Okay,” Tom replied, certain he couldn’t have moved if he wanted to. His entire body felt like it was glowing, and he was sore in new and interesting ways.
And sticky.
He wrinkled his nose up at the mess between his legs, cooling now and less than pleasant. He was able to turn his head, finding Cypress had gone out into the living room. He also heard the sink in the kitchen running for a moment.
With much effort, Tom flipped onto his back and managed to wedge a pillow underneath his head.
Cypress returned with a dish towel draped over his arm and their refilled wine glasses. He set the glasses down on the bedside table, lying back down next to Tom and starting to wipe him with the towel.
It was damp but warm, and Tom sighed contentedly as Cypress cleaned him up. “Wow. Mm. Thank you.”
“Do you need anything?” Cypress asked. “How do you feel?”
“Oh, I’m great.” Tom grinned. “Little sore, but mm, feel sort of fuzzy.”
“Fuzzy is good.” Cypress finished cleaning them both up and dropped the towel on the floor. “Come on. Under the covers.”
Tom kicked his way under the comforter with Cypress’s help, immediately adhering himself to his side.
Cypress turned now so they were facing each other and kissed him, slow and sweet. He wrapped his arm around Tom’s waist, rubbing his back.
Tom was warm and happy, petting Cypress’s beard and sighing with deep satisfaction. “Wow. That was so incredible.”
“Mmm, thank you.” Cypress kissed his forehead. “You were amazing, too. Such a very good boy for me.”
The pet name made Tom shiver. “Is it always like that? That… intense?”
“Not always,” Cypress replied. “That was pretty tame, truth be told. We’re still playing in the shallow end, Tom.”
“Really?”
“Uh huh. But don’t worry about it. We’ll get there.” Cypress smiled encouragingly. “There’s no need to rush this.”
“I want to do more,” Tom insisted. “I can handle it.”
“We’ll see.” Cypress propped himself up on his elbow, reaching back for the wine. He waited for Tom to sit up before handing him his glass.
Tom took a greedy gulp before asking, “Are you staying the night?”
