“Oh!” Goldie assumed Day must mean lube. “Bedside table.” He let go of the bed to point.
Day surged forward, keeping his thumb still firmly planted inside of Goldie as he stretched out his other arm. He pulled open the drawer of the bedside table, fumbled around, and returned to his original position in record time.
No sooner had Goldie grabbed back a hold of the headboard rung did he feel the cool rush of lubricant gushing over his asshole.
Day made a quiet sound, something akin to a sigh, and he withdrew his thumb to make way for two of his fingers. He slid the lube around in a lazy arc before plunging inside, twisting his fingers and curling deep within.
“Mmph. Yes.” Goldie reminded himself to relax, and he sagged into the bed as Day stretched him open. It was a little easier than this morning, though he still enjoyed the stretch. He knew better now than to try and move or touch his cock, and he let himself sink into a warm, fuzzy haze. His erection flagged as he dipped deeper into the submissive fog, and he closed his eyes, his face flashing hot and his heartbeat climbing up the back of his tongue.
He didn’t hurt.
Nothing ached.
All his body registered was the sweet pressure inside of his body as Day’s fingers plunged in and out, stroking around his most intimate parts with firm thrusts. His breathing was steady now, and it was almost like being right on the edge of sleep, lulled into this beautiful trance by Day’s firm fingers touching on long forgotten nerves.
Day reached beneath Goldie to grab his cock, pulling it back between his legs to stroke around the head.
It didn’t hurt, not exactly, but it felt weird. Goldie wasn’t fully hard now, which allowed for some flexibility, and he remained in that drowsy cloud as Day squeezed and thumbed over his slit, playing in his precome. He gave Goldie’s cock one final, firm stroke, and then he let go. His fingers circled around Goldie’s hole and then also withdrew.
Goldie remained as he was even as a slight prickle of excitement danced up his spine.
Yes.
Finally.
Goldie moaned when he felt the slick head of Day’s cock right there at his asshole, and he had to fight not to arch back into it. He had to wait. He had to be good. He had to wait until Day gave it to him.
“So my seed will not be wasted, I will lay it inside of you,” Day whispered, though it almost sounded like a question.
“Yes,” Goldie confirmed to make sure there were no doubts about what they were about to do. He wanted Day like this, bare, and he wanted his come. “Please. Lay it in me. Give it to me.”
Day hummed, and he tilted forward, his cock sinking syrupy slow into Goldie’s asshole.
Goldie groaned as his body swallowed up every inch, eagerly accepting Day deep inside of him. It was slick, hot, and nearly effortless, his body having surrendered most of its resistance to Day’s probing fingers already.
Day pushed until he was fully seated inside of Goldie, and he grunted softly, readjusting himself so he was spread across Goldie’s back.
Goldie loved the soft texture of the sweater rubbing against his skin, and he turned his head so he could see Day mounted above him. Goldie’s hole was practically pulsing from being so full, and he had to breathe through the overwhelming feeling. It throbbed, itached, and he whispered, “Day… you feel so good.”
Day smiled at that, and his lips parted as if about to speak. Whatever words he might have said never came, and he rolled back and then forward, sliding out and back into Goldie’s body. He clung to Goldie, gasping sharply. “O-oh…”
“Oh, God.” Goldie gasped along with him.
Actual movement was creating a fantastic new tier of pleasure, and Goldie grabbed the headboard tight enough to turn his knuckles white. Day’s cock was so long that the depth it reached made Goldie’s breath catch, and he moaned as Day thrust harder, using enough force to rattle the headboard Goldie was clinging to against the wall.
Day lifted himself up onto his hands, using his knees to spread Goldie’s legs wide as he fucked him.
Goldie groaned low. “God, baby. Yes, there you go. Fuckin’ get in there. Mmm, God, I love your cock.”
Day grunted, and he grabbed a handful of Goldie’s ass, squeezing hard. He made another small sound, giving Goldie a particularly rough thrust. He was asking for something, and it took Goldie a few moments in his blissed out state to realize what it was.
“Oh, you want me to keep talkin’, baby?” he asked.
Day moaned, and he reared back, both of his hands now on Goldie’s ass and spreading his cheeks wide as his cock thrust into him.
“Oh, f-fuck. Yeah. I can do that, baby.” Goldie needed a moment to get his head together and pull himself at least partially out of the pleasurable fog. “You like fucking me, baby? Mmm, I bet you’re watching yourself fuck my little hole right now, aren’t you? Just swallowin’ you up. You feel so goddamn—”
Day spanked Goldie’s ass, a vicious strike that made Goldie yelp.
