Dre was massaging his thighs, slowly coming closer to Sammy’s groin and waiting cock. Sammy was already rock-hard, leaking a small puddle of pre-cum on his belly. He had no idea how he was supposed to hold back until Dre entered him—and if he even wanted that.
“Dre,” he whimpered.
“Shh-h,mo grah thu, it’s fine. We have the entire night. All the time in the world.” Dre winked while he let the claw of his index finger slide out and scrape over Sammy’s cock, just hard enough to elicit a light sting. Sammy moaned, and his hips bucked up without him having any control over it.
“So good for me, Sammy. So good.” Dre’s voice was a fevered whisper. He closed one hand around Sammy’s length, pumping it slowly, while his other hand played with Sammy’s balls, teased the flesh between his sack and his hole with his claws.
Sammy started seeing stars and reached for Dre’s wrist. “Dre!”
Suddenly, Dre let go of Sammy’s cock. He leaned forward to give Sammy a deep, hot kiss, which was a bit wobbly, because he was reaching for something next to Sammy at the same time. When he heard the clicking of a plastic cap being opened, Sammy tensed a bit. Things were getting real. Dre placed a row of sucking kisses on Sammy’s neck, chest and belly before he licked over his cock. Sammy arched his back, the elevation of his legs on Dre’s thighs providing additional leverage.
Dre groaned and sucked at the tip of Sammy’s cock, which was all it took. Sammy came with a desperate wail, his cum shooting into the cavern of Dre’s mouth. He was vaguely aware that Dre started to cough but was too caught up in his passion to care. When he slowly came down, Sammy realized that Dre was gasping for air and had tears in his eyes. A clear liquid was dripping down his fingers, and when a huge, cold dollop landed on Sammy’s stomach, mixing with his seed, he realized it was lube, which also explained the sheen around Dre’s mouth and on his cheeks. He must have gotten the lube on his face when he had his coughing fit. Sammy was still a little dizzy from his orgasm, but his brain finally latched onto what had happened and he couldn’t suppress a giggle.
“I’m sorry, Dre. I was just so overwhelmed! I… I didn’t mean to… You have lube all over your face… And a bit of sperm. I’m… I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry!” Sammy held his belly because he was laughing so hard. Too late he realized that his arms were now smeared with a mixture of lube and cum, both of which seemed to be getting colder by the second.
Dre shot him a nasty glare before his lips started to twitch as well. “That’s what I get for trying to be a compassionate lover. I should have just shoved the plug in, no questions asked.The Guidesays nothing about lovers coming way too soon.”
“We should write a letter to the editors.” Sammy tried to keep a straight face, which wasn’t easy under the circumstances. “Explain to them how faulty their book is and demand our money back.”
Dre giggled. “I have a better idea. Let’s write our own book.The Guide to Successfully Mating a Demon. I’m sure it’ll be a bestseller.”
“We sure have plenty of stories to contribute.” Sammy grinned. “I’m sorry. I’m just so nervous and excited, and when you put your mouth on me, I just lost it.”
Dre leaned down to kiss Sammy with his lube-and-cum-stained lips. The taste was a bit strange, though Sammy didn’t complain.
“It’s fine,mo grah thu. I’m actually flattered how much of an impact I have on you. Now, where were we?” He looked around on the bed, obviously searching for the lube and the plug.
“You wanted to give me this plug to prepare me for you monster cock.” Sammy watched as Dre’s cock started to twitch. His words must have hit a nerve.
“Sammy, don’t say things like that. I’m close, too.”
“So it’s okay for me to come, but not for you?” Sammy winked.
Dre drew up to his full height, trying for a stern look and failing miserably. “I’m the demon here,mo grah thu. I’m supposed to be in control and above my primal needs. One of us has to keep a clear head…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “No, I can’t say that with a straight face. Don’t laugh!” He looked as if Sammy’s giggles were wounding him deeply.
“I’m s-sorry. Let’s keep going.”
Dre murmured something under his breath and Sammy swore to himself to learn the demon tongue as fast as possible. Before he could dwell on that plan too long, though, the sensation of one of Dre’s fingers, coated in cold, cold lube and circling his hole, had him hissing and arching his back again. Dre massaged the wrinkled skin around Sammy’s entrance until the lube was fairly warmed up before he pushed one finger in.
Sammy tensed up at the intrusion, even though his cock was obviously very on board with the idea, if the speed with which it grew from semi-hard to fully erect again was anything to go by. Dre placed his other hand on Sammy’s belly, massaging him lightly to soothe him. Sammy relaxed, welcoming the thick digit into his body. It was a strange feeling, having something of Dre in such an intimate spot. He wasn’t afraid, though, just very turned on. Moaning, he squirmed on the finger and tried to get it deeper.
Dre chuckled, wiggled his finger and played around until Sammy was begging him for a second. They repeated this game with a third finger and Sammy almost came again when Dre finally found his prostate.
“I guess it’s time for the plug.” Dre had a mischievous glint in his eyes. Sammy stuck his tongue out.
“Let’s see how you react when I tap your virgin ass.”
Dre pressed a hand over his heart, looking deeply offended. “My ass is off limits. I’m a strong, proud demon warrior who does the pounding!”
Sammy giggled. If they hadn’t talked about the possibility of him topping Dre before, he would have almost believed the act. While Dre was not overly enthusiastic to give up his ass, he was willing to do it for Sammy, and Sammy had every intention of trying it at least once, since he was curious how it would feel. If it was only half as good as what he was experiencing now, Dre would be in trouble. Perhaps. If he were honest, Sammy very much liked their roles in sex…so far. He couldn’t follow this train of thought any longer. A blunt pressure so different from Dre’s fingers alerted him to the appearance of the plug. It was well-lubed and slid in easily, stretching Sammy even wider than Dre’s finger had done. It also felt alien, not at all like the rough warmth of Dre. Sammy wasn’t sure if he liked it, though he knew it was necessary.
Dre kissed him, and his lips tasted like him again, no longer of lube or cum. “I’m not sure how long we should keep the plug in. I want you prepared to take my cock but not totally exhausted from yet another orgasm, so I can’t play with it too much.”
“Are you telling me you don’t want me to enjoy myself?” Sammy winked to make it clear he was joking. This whole ‘getting him ready for Dre’ business was a lot more fun than he had imagined.
Dre grinned and held up his right index finger, while his left hand played with the plug, twisting and bumping it, which made it almost impossible for Sammy to follow what Dre was saying. “Mating with a demon is stressful, young man. I want you to be up to the task, which you won’t be when you’re limp like a noodle.”
They both looked down at Sammy’s cock, which beat a wild rhythm on his belly with its eager twitching. “I don’t think that’s an issue.” Sammy tried hard for a serious tone and almost managed.
