“Yes.” Kazimir dropped back down between his thighs and started eating at him more vigorously until he had Nate’s dick hard and dripping. He switched tactics without warning, licking his way up until he was lightly sucking at Nate’s balls, and then taking his heavy member down his throat.
Nate came embarrassingly easily, tossing his head back as he screamed and emptied into Kazimir’s mouth. He’d had blowjobs before and had never orgasmed just from the feel of a hot mouth.
“Guess you were worried about whether or not I’d eat as well,” Kaz teased, running his tongue around his lips to collect every last drop, laughing when that had Nate turning bright red.
“Good Light.” If he’d been capable of using his hands, he would have hidden his face behind them.
“Don’t try to run,” Kaz said. “Not from me, babe. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I set out to make you feel good and I did. Now,” he stood and rolled Nate over on the couch onto hisback and crawled onto the cushion between his legs, “it’s your turn to return the favor.”
He freed his cock, his crown already flushed and glistening with precome. Unlike the blond on screen, he didn’t bother with lube, leaning into work himself in past Nate’s defenses, shushing him when he made a sound of protest. “You’ll adjust quickly.”
“I don’t want to,” Nate argued, and Kaz actually paused. “Some species on this planet don’t need lube to enjoy it,” he continued, “but mine is not one of them.”
“That right?” He tilted his head and considered it, then pulled back enough to reach down, feeling under the couch. A second later he came back with a tube of lube, squirting it over himself generously.
“It was right there this whole time?” Nate frowned. “Then why not use it to begin with?”
Kazimir shrugged and chucked the bottle over his shoulder, getting back to business without further preamble. He slipped himself inside of Nate and then drove forward with one harsh thrust, fully seating himself in less time than it took to blink.
They both moaned, and he started rocking, fucking into Nate with sharp measured pumps.
On the screen, the redhead was getting pounded over the chair arm, his cries growing in volume with each passing minute. The camera kept zooming in on his battered ass, and every now and again, the blond would pull out all the way and give the audience a look at the gaping hole he’d created.
“You tried to make it sound like you were too prim and proper for this,” Kaz chuckled, dropping over him to spread open-mouth kisses across Nate’s jawline. “Who’s the one who can’t tear their eyes off the screen?”
“It’s…” Nate moaned when Kazimir hit that sweet spot inside of him, then finished, “Hot.”
“Yeah it is,” Kaz agreed, but he got the impression they were talking about two different things.
“Eventually,” he began, tentatively, “I wouldn’t be opposed to trying it.”
“What?” Kazimir quirked a brow and motioned to the screen with his chin. “That?”
He nodded.
“Do you mean the rope part, or—”
“Bend me over the couch,” Nate stated. The redhead seemed to really be enjoying it, like immensely so, and he wanted to experience that as well. That position would no doubt leave him slightly lightheaded, which might add to it all.
Kazimir didn’t need to be told twice, flipping Nate over and lifting him until his head dangled over the side of the armrest, his forehead practically touching the thin black carpeted ground.
His dick was pinched between him and the leather and he made a sound of protest before Kaz reached beneath him and readjusted him. Then that massive cock was back at his entrance, thrusting in hard enough to shake the couch beneath them.
Incredibly, Nate came again, spasming and jerking as Kaz kept fucking into him.
“We’ve still got an hour and twenty-three minutes, Pretty Boy,” Kazimir said. “Let’s see how many more positions we can fit in in that timeframe, yeah?”
Nate moved his head, too lost to the feeling of Kaz’s cock pumping in and out of him to process if he was nodding or shaking it no.
Not that it mattered either way. Just like every other time the two of them did this, the Devil didn’t stop until he had Nate a weeping pile of goo beneath him.
The way, apparently, the both of them liked it.
Chapter 21:
Kaz’s hand rested heavily over Nate’s thigh, right where the straps had been only an hour or so prior. They’d reconvened with the others and walked across the street to one of the nicer restaurants in the area at Neve’s behest.
She was still adamant she’d be paying for their party, which was the only reason Nate didn’t argue—much—when the choice was made. It’d be different if she’d picked such an expensive place knowing Kazimir had offered to foot the bill instead.
