I move away from him slightly, my fingers finding his hole, testing it carefully. The plug has loosened him up a bit, but I’ll need all my restraint. And lube. Lots of it. And perhaps a few revisits to my mother’s god-awful attempt at carbonara, if I don’t want to come the moment I slide inside him. Reaching for the lube beside my pillow, I slather my cock generously. Benjamin’s eyes stay glued to my hand, a soft moan spilling from his lips. When I can’t take it any longer—my hand a poor excuse for the real thing—I press his thighs all the way back against his chest again. His hole blinks at me, a light dusting of dark hair surrounding it.
“Hold on to your thighs, baby,” I grit, and he complies immediately like the good little Bunny he is. Grabbing the base of my cock, I guide it towards his entrance, my fat, purple cockhead such a contrast against his pale skin. Although I’m not huge by any means, it still looksobscene and so fucking sexy, my cock hovering above his hole. Benjamin’s dick is leaking, his balls drawn up tight, and I know it will be hard for him to control his release.
“This time,” I say, “you can come whenever you want.” I’m met by a relieved nod of his head and a muffled whimper. “You ready?”
“Yes, Master,” he says, his voice the perfect mix of eager and submissive. I smear the excess lube from my fingers across his hole and he startles like I’ve shocked him. He’s so sensitive, and it’s all me, I tell myself. He wantsme. Easter. His master.
Ever so carefully, I breach him, gritting my teeth to the point of pain. I’m met with restriction at first as he tenses around me.
“Breathe, baby,” I coax, giving him time to get used to the pressure around his entrance. He nods, his face the image of concentration. “You okay?”
“Yes,” he murmurs, shaking a bit. “Yes. Go on.”
“Relax for me, darling. I’ve got you,” I say as I push against the tight ring of muscle, feeling it relaxing slightly around me. He’s warm and soft andoh so rightas he, by some miracle, welcomes me inside him, a succession of sweet whimpers falling from his lips.
“Oooh,” he gasps. “Oh, that’s…” His voice tips into a deep moan as I pull out a little, only to slide further in. “Oh, my word,” he moans again, and the softness of his voice, combined with the wet heat of him, sends flames licking down my spine.Mine, the wolf in me growls as I push all the way in, my groin flush against his butt, my cock splitting him wide open for me.
“Ahhhh,” he hisses, squirming underneath me, his fingers tearing at my skin. “East, East, East,” he chants. “That’s so…” he whimpers. “That’s just so…”
“I know, darling,” I say, my voice heavy with emotion and desire. “I know.” I give him as much time as I can to adjust to my size without combusting completely. When he relaxes beneath me, his hole pulsing around me, I know he’s ready. I start fucking him in a slow, steady rhythm until I eventually lose myself in him. I lose track of time, and as I forget myself, the only thing that matters becomes him. How he moans, how he moves, how he makes me feel. Because, boy, does he make me feel everything all at once. The sound of our skin slapping against each other fills the room, along with the heady scent of our combined lust. His sweetness. God, his sweetness. It does something to me that’s beyond my control.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I admit. “So, so good.” He hums around me, meeting my thrusts eagerly, fucking me as much as I am him at this point. “You like riding my cock, baby? You like my big, fat cock tearing you wide open?”
“Uh-huh,” he pants, his chest heaving. “I love it, Master. I love your big, fat cock so much.”
“You do, don’t you? Youneedit, right Benjamin?”
“I do,” he smiles, his eyes wild, delirious. “I do. Never stop. Never, ever stop, East. Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.” Oh shit. His words are like gasoline on the fire burning inside me. I fuck him harder, deeper, faster, his tiny body a rag doll beneath me, taking my thrusts, my cock, like the best little bunny in the world. I’m close, but I don’t want this feeling to end. I want it to last until I burn. Until we burn together.
“You’re mine, Benjamin.” I fuck the imprint of my cock into him permanently. “You know that, right, baby?” And if I ever had any illusions that I wasn’t a corny man at the core, they’re blown to smithereens right this minute. “There’s no buyer’s remorse on this cock. Once you take it, it’s yours.”
Then I feel it, how he clenches around me, his inner walls squeezing me tighter, until a scream tears from his lips.
“Ahhhh. East? East?” His hands drop from my ass, sliding up my back, grabbing desperately at my shoulders, while he comes.
“I’m here, my beautiful, beautiful darling. I’m right here,” I croak as I feel the warmth of his cum as it hits my stomach. The scent of him intensifies, his sweet cum going straight to my balls, triggering my own climax. My cock swells inside him, and then there’s nothing else but white-hot pleasure as I come inside him, my release filling him.
“I love you,” he whispers, his voice vibrating with the aftermath of his orgasm. “I love you so much, Master.”
“I love you too,” I pant. “So, so much, my sweet darling.”
“Thank you,” he sighs, and I can’t help laughing, the sound bursting from my chest uninhibited. He winces, my cock still inside him.
“I’m the one who should be thanking you.” I laugh again as I continue to fuck him, to fuck my cum as deep inside of him as I can. Until I can taste myself on his tongue when I kiss him goodnight. “For this precious gift you’ve just given me.”
“It’s nothing,” he drawls. “Nothing compared to what you’ve given me.” Then he yawns, all sated and soft, and the next second, he’s gone, passed out on my cock, a content smile on his lips. Shit, I fucked my Bunny into a coma. He looks so peaceful, his dark lashes moist—from tears, perhaps. Or sweat. I can’t tell. His cheeks are scarlet and burning, and the soft swell of his chin makes him look much younger than his years. His warm breath comes out in small puffs, the occasional snore bubblingfrom his lips. God, I love him. He’s mine now, truly mine. I’m never giving him up. He has my cum inside him. No one has ever had my cum inside them. That’s special, right? It has to be.
As I slip from his hole, he murmurs something unintelligible but doesn’t wake. I tiptoe to the bathroom and find a washcloth that I hold under the warm water. He’s still asleep as I sit down next to him and carefully swipe the warm cloth along his crease and around his hole. Then I clean myself, wiping his cum from my stomach, promising myself that next time he comes, it’ll be down my throat. Discarding the cloth on the floor, I lie down next to him, pulling the duvet up around us, all the way to his chin, tucking him in. I manoeuvre him so his head rests against my chest, my arms wrapped solidly around him. He stirs but doesn’t wake, snuggling against my chest hair. I fall asleep in minutes with his name—the name I’ve given him—on my lips.Bunny. My Bunny.
Sometime later, when it’s still dark, he jolts awake and sits up, startled, his hair all wild as he rubs his eyes.
“Benjamin?” I say, sleep gone from my body within seconds, completely tuned into him. “Are you okay? Are you in pain? Do you need me to get you something?” I bombard him with questions. He turns and looks at me, his expression unreadable.
“East?”
“Yes, darling.”
“If it becomes too much, then tell me. I know I can be too much at times.” His eyes are huge and filled with concern.
