When Bash’s mouth touched Adonis’s hole, he couldn’t help but gasp. Bash was generous with his lips, his tongue, his teeth. He ate Adonis’s ass like it was the best meal he’d ever had. He used his fingers to work Adonis’s hole, and slapped Adonis’s ass when he gasped for air. Whimpers and moans escaped Adonis with each lick, with each spank.
“Fuck yeah, you like that?” Bash asked at one point, biting lightly on one of Adonis’s ass cheeks.
“Yes, sir,” Adonis managed to gasp.
“Good boy,” Bash whispered, and then dove headfirst back into Adonis’s ass.
Adonis lay back and luxuriated in the pleasure of Bash’s mouth on his hole, whimpered when Bash played with or squeezed his balls, and gasped with each spanking.
When Bash had finished with his tongue, he said, “How many fingers do you think you can take?”
All Adonis could manage in his aroused ecstasy was, “As many as you give me.”
Bash started with one finger: a pleasant amount of pressure, hardly any stretch, and very little friction thanks to the amount of spit he’d applied. He played with Adonis’s hole, finding and stroking his prostate, and then added a second finger.
Now Adonis felt a slight stretch. He wiggled a bit on the bed, adjusting his position to something more comfortable, as Bash pushed knuckle-deep into him with two fingers.
“Fuck,” Adonis whispered as Bash began to pump with both fingers. He spread his fingers, increasing the stretch's pressure. Adonis bit his lip, closing his eyes and breathing through the slight pain. It was good. It was what he wanted, and the guttural groan from Bash was all he needed to hear.
For the third finger, Bash added a merciful dab of lube. Three fingers in, and Adonis was in pure, painful bliss. He writhed and sweated while Bash fingered him with one hand, stroking Adonis’s cock with the other.
“You’re being so good,” he murmured, and before Adonis could reply, there was another finger in him. He gasped. He couldn’t help it. There was a quick jab of pain before his body relaxed to accept the fullness of Bash’s fingers.
“Just getting you ready for my cock,” Bash continued.
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell me if it’s too much.”
“I will. It’s not.”
Bash worked diligently with all four fingers for some time. The pressure was delicious, painful, perfect, all at once. Eventually, Bash removed them and smacked Adonis’s hole with the meaty weight of his cock.
“You think you’re ready for this?” he teased.
“Yes,” Adonis begged. His eyes were closed. He was sweaty and in bliss. He felt the head of Bash’s cock against his hole while Bash braced one hand against Adonis’s thigh.
Before, Bash had entered him slowly, gradually. Now he pushed directly in.
Adonis’s hole, warmed up by the fingering, still threatened to rebel against the cock’s sudden intrusion, but Adonis forced himself to relax and take all of Bash’s thick length. He groaned as he felt himself filled, amazingly full, unbelievably full.
“Motherfucking hell,” he gasped, as Bash began to thrust slowly inside him. “That feels so good.”
Bash picked up speed, and soon he was hammering into Adonis’s ass, and Adonis was gone. He had no control anymore over his gasps, his whimpers, his cries. They fucked like animals, and Bash finally removed the restraints, practically threw Adonis on his stomach, and entered him from behind.
Adonis gripped the blankets beneath him as Bash pounded into his ass, using one hand to push Adonis into the bed while he fucked him. It was aggressive, dominant, and perfect. Adonis moaned into the pillows, crying out every now and then at the overwhelming pleasure and the slight pain. All of it was perfect.
Bash’s long, strong fingers circled his throat, and Adonis knew they were both close to cumming. He cried out that he was going to cum on Bash’s quilt, but Bash didn’t stop. He kept fucking Adonis, and then with three deep plunges, filled Adonis so deeply that Adonis swore he saw stars, and they came in unison.
Bash collapsed beside the spent Adonis, and Adonis lay in a puddle of his own cum. He managed to roll onto his side to face Bash, who was red-cheeked and sweaty and smiling at him.
“That was fucking perfect,” Adonis whispered.
Bash traced Adonis’s face with gentle fingers, which Adonis guided to his mouth and kissed.
“It was,” Bash agreed. “Are you okay?”
“I am.”
