“I’m okay, Sir. I can take more.”
I stand, my legs a little shaky. “Think you can come again?”
He licks his lips. “Not right away, Sir.”
“We’ll see about that.” I scoop him into my arms, carry him around the bed, and lay him on his stomach. “Have a little rest, gorgeous.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
I draw a mark on the notepad. I wonder how many more marks I’ll add before dawn? We’ve never played like this, but we have come multiple times in one night before, normally with long rest periods in between, where we’ve talked, kissed, and caressed each other.
“Are you ready for more, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He’ll use his safewords if he needs to; I have no doubt about that. Leaving him on his stomach, I cuff his ankles and wrists to the bed. Once upon a time, I used to put the cuffs away between scenes. Now we leave them attached to the bed all the time. They’ve become a regular part of our sex lives, even when no other kink is involved. Haru adores being tied to the bed while we make love. Sometimes I give him enough slack so he can straddle me and ride my cock, obeying my commands as I tell him how hard to fuck himself on my length. The thought of it makes me shiver with desire.
Once he’s bound, I settle between his legs and eat his gorgeous arse. Before long, he’s writhing beneath me, humping himself on my tongue, desperate for me to lick deeper and deeper inside him. He’s so fucking gorgeous. So perfect. And he’s all mine. I slip my hand beneath his body and stroke his cock as I lick him relentlessly. He’s hard, which spurs me on. Not long later, his body shudders. He gasps, and his cock jerks as he groans through his orgasm. Jizz trickles over my hand, less than I swallowed earlier.
I add a tally to the chart and lie beside him, whispering sweet praise while I let him recover.
“I’m going to use my fingers to play with your beautiful arse now, baby. I’m going to warm you up, and then I’m going to fuck you into the mattress.”
“Mmm, yes, please, Sir. I want your cock so badly.”
“I know you do, gorgeous. You’re always gagging for my cock.”
“Always. Because my arse belongs to you, I belong to you.”
“Yes, you do.”
I use plenty of lube as I warm up his arse. I take my time. We’ve got all night after all. Once he’s stretched enough to take a hard fucking, I stroke myself, lie over him, and fuck him like there’s no tomorrow. My flesh slaps against his. We both grunt, groan, and moan.
“You’re so damned hot and tight for me, baby. I fucking love the feel of your arse around my cock.” It’s hard to talk as I slam into him, but I manage it because my beautiful boy loves to be praised.
“I love your cock” is the best he can manage, but it’s good enough for me.
He comes first, and I follow a few seconds later, emptying my load into his arse. I pull free of him and play with my cum as it dribbles down the insides of his thighs. I push it back inside, smear it over his skin, and make him lick it off my fingers, all while praising him. When I’ve exhausted that game, I add a third tally to the chart and clean my cock while he rests.
Gently I untie him and hold him in my arms for a while, kissing his forehead and temples. “Do you want more?”
His eyelids are heavy, but he nods. “Yes. You promised we’d see how many times I can come before dawn.”
“I know, baby, but taking care of you is my first priority.”
“You are, Sir. You’re taking such good care of me. Make me come again, please?”
“Your wish is my command, beautiful.”
I’m far from ready to fuck his arse or mouth. I lay him on his back, tie him to the bed, and fetch the remote-controlled prostate massager. He doesn’t need any extra warming up. I cover the massager in lube and slip it inside him. I lie next to him, stroking, kissing, and praising him as I play with the settings. I start with a slow vibration and gentle intensity, gradually ramping it up. He gasps and writhes and comes far faster than I was expecting. It’s a dry orgasm, and it rips out of him along with a guttural cry.
“Okay, beautiful?”
He’s sweaty, gasping and panting. “Yes, Sir. I can take more.”
Even so, I let him rest, taking care of him while he does. I remember to add a tally to the chart before I fuck his beautiful mouth. Does he hold his orgasm off until I’m ready to come, or are our orgasms perfectly in synch? It doesn’t matter. We come together, and he sucks me dry.
We play all night. As it gets later, we rest longer, often dozing, before one of us wakes the other with a kiss or a word, and we play again. He calls out amber once or twice, and I heed his request instantly. His orgasms are hard and, for the most part, dry. I forget to add to the tally. We forget to keep count. Neither of us cares.
