He climbed back onto the bed, kneeling next to Charlie while he poured some of the oil over his hand and slicked up his fingers. Then he leaned down and took Charlie's length in his mouth again while his finger traced lightly down between his legs.
Charlie tensed automatically, but he was still held by Simon's command. The pressure of Simon's finger against his hole made his breath catch. It felt foreign and strange but so incredibly hot. And then Simon slid the finger into him and he gasped, wanting so badly to buck his hips. To move, to squirm. Anything. Simon's orders bound him tightly, though, leaving him helpless as Simon's mouth worked magic on his sensitive flesh while his finger slid slowly in and out.
A second finger joined the first.
The stretch burned slightly at first, but Charlie welcomed the discomfort. He needed something to anchor himself, and the pain helped.
Simon twisted his fingers, pressing upward and sending sparks flying behind Charlie's vision. "Oh!"
Simon did it again. Charlie whimpered. "Simon, please, I can't..."
Simon hummed around him and pressed again.
It was all too good. Too much. Charlie couldn't take it. He felt stretched tight and wound-up, desperate for Simon to let him move again. For Simon to fill him. For something to happen so he didn't explode out of his skin.
Simon finally pulled off his cock and slid a third finger slowly into him, watching him closely.
Charlie panted, unable to form words as the sensation overwhelmed him.
When the third finger slid fully in, Simon bent down and placed a kiss on Charlie's thigh.
"Beautiful," Simon whispered against his skin, his voice full of reverence.
Then he crooked his fingers again, and all coherent thought fled Charlie's mind. "Simon... Simon, I need... Fuck me. God, please fuck me."
Simon withdrew his fingers carefully and shifted, leaning over him to claim another kiss. Charlie could taste his own pre-come mingling with Simon's unique flavor. He moaned into it, wanting to wrap himself in the sensation of Simon coveringevery part of him. Simon's cock pressed hard and hot between Charlie's spread thighs, and Charlie ached to feel it inside of him, filling him.
"You can move now," Simon whispered against Charlie's lips.
Relief swept through him as soon as Simon spoke the permission. He arched into the kiss, arms coming up to pull at Simon, wanting more, wanting everything. Simon obliged. He pushed Charlie's legs up and positioned the blunt end of his cock against Charlie's stretched entrance.
Slowly, carefully, he began to push in, and the world went white.
Charlie had never been so full. Simon was big enough that even his careful preparation hadn't quite gotten him ready enough, but Charlie reveled in the burn and stretch and overwhelming sensation of Simon filling him completely.
"Okay?" Simon asked, holding very still despite the obvious effort it took to do so. Charlie could see the strain in his shoulders as he struggled for control. He could sense how much Simon wanted to slam home into him and fuck him into oblivion. How much effort it was taking to maintain his self-discipline.
The realization made his breath catch. No one ever lost control because of him. But here was Simon, struggling to contain himself for his benefit.
Charlie reached up to cup Simon's face. "Perfect," he breathed.
Simon groaned, closing his eyes briefly before opening them again. His gaze met Charlie's with an intensity that threatened to set Charlie alight. "I'm going to fuck you now," he rasped.
He pulled almost all the way out and then thrust back in hard, driving a cry straight from Charlie's lips.
"Yes," he managed, and that was apparently the last of Simon's patience. He slammed forward again, burying himself deep, and Charlie's world narrowed to nothing but the feeling of his hunter claiming him utterly. The pace Simon set was relentless and perfect and so much more than he'd ever expected from sex.
Charlie had never felt closer to anyone else than he did to Simon in that moment.
The bond that had formed between them blazed like a bonfire. Every thrust sparked the flames higher, brighter, until they burned through every atom of Charlie's being. The fire filled the empty places he hadn't realized were there and made everything complete, right in a way it never had been before.
Simon growled as if he was feeling much the same way. He gripped Charlie tightly. Hard enough that Charlie knew he was going to have bruises later.
The possessiveness sent fresh waves of pleasure through him. He arched into Simon, moaning incoherently, trying to communicate everything he felt and failing utterly.
Simon's hand came up to grip his hair roughly and pull him down into another kiss that left no doubt as to who Charlie belonged to. He kissed back hungrily, desperate for Simon to feel what he did, to feel how much Charlie needed this, wanted this.
Wanted him.
