Damien countered it with a single opposing thought:mine.
Matthew’s dick was already hard. It sagged toward his stomach, but never quite touched it. Like his legs, Matthew’s groin was hairless—Damien didn’t notice as much as a follicle left unshaved. His balls were tight against his body, smooth and full in a way that made Damien want to spend forever between his legs, licking and sucking until Matthew cried out and came. Lost to his fantasy, he glanced farther down and discovered Matthew’s glossy, slick-soaked hole. It hadn’t been his imagination—Matthew was in heat, and his body wanted Damien inside of him.Now.
Damien dropped to his knees, pulled Matthew’s legs over his shoulders, and pushed Matthew’s cheeks apart. If Matthew wanted him so badly, it’d be rude of him to decline.
One firm lap of his tongue followed another. Despite the salt water on his skin, Matthew’s slick was sweet, and Damien hungered for more. He flicked and teased, putting pressure on Matthew’s clenched ring before backing off to run his tongue smoothly across his hole. Bright notes of pleasure broke in Matthew’s throat, and he pushed himself against Damien’s face. “More!”
The sweet sounds his boy made encouraged Damien to keep going, but his greed gave Damien pause. If Matthew wanted him, he had to behave. In time he’d learn, so for tonight, Damien decided to show him what a good boy should do. While he lapped Matthew’s slick, he pushed Matthew’s hips down so they rested on the bed. Matthew’s gasped sounds of pleasure became pitched, then desperate, until he let out a moan so drenched in desire that it made even Damien shiver. Wanting to hear more, Damien trailed his tongue over Matthew’s hole one last time, then lifted his head and sucked one of Matthew’s balls into his mouth.
The moan Matthew made was the sweetest yet.
“Damien, please.” Every breath Matthew took was hitched. He writhed in what limited ways he could, putting pressure on Damien’s hands without trying to jerk out from beneath him. At last, he gripped the back of Damien’s head and curled his fingers in Damien’s hair. “Fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”
Not yet.
Oh, not yet.
Damien looked at Matthew from beneath partially lidded eyes, then closed them and nosed Matthew’s shaft. When Matthew moaned and tensed, Damien drew back from his ball with a wet pop and sucked the other one into his mouth in its stead.
For a while longer, Damien licked and sucked while Matthew held his head in place. Then, wanting another taste of Matthew’s slick, Damien revisited his tight hole. It was wetter than it’d been before—slick leaked down the insides of Matthew’s cheeks and dripped onto the bedding. Intoxicated, Damien lapped as much of it as he could from Matthew’s skin, then pressed his tongue into him, teasing Matthew with momentary fullness before he pulled out and entered him again.
Matthew started to whimper.
At first the sounds he made were small and timid, but as Damien’s tongue twisted inside him, they grew bolder. Matthew gripped the back of Damien’s head with both hands and rode his face, and this time, Damien let him.
“I’m gonna come,” Matthew choked through a moan as Damien plunged as deep as he could go. “I’m gonna, oh,fuck…” Matthew’s voice broke and his dick jumped, but Damien wasn’t ready for the fun to be over. He backed off. As soon as he did, Matthew sagged onto the bed.
Damien traced a hand along the outside of Matthew’s thigh. Glitter flaked off beneath his fingertips and tumbled to the bed, joining the mess that obscured the sheets. Like he’d hoped, Matthew lifted his head to watch, and as he did, Damien pinned him with his eyes. “I want you to listen, Matthew—can you be good and do that for me?”
Wonder loosened Matthew’s lips and widened his eyes. He nodded.
“Good.” Damien kissed the inside of Matthew’s thigh, then languidly nuzzled it and returned his gaze to Matthew’s face. “Tonight, there are rules.”
“What are they?”
“First, if I say or do anything that makes you uncomfortable, I expect you to tell me.” Damien kissed the creamy expanse of skin on the inside of Matthew’s thigh. “Second,” Damien stopped his affection to look into Matthew’s eyes, “what happens here tonight stays between us.” Matthew hummed in confirmation, so Damien continued on to his final rule. “And third, you’re not allowed to come. Not unless I’m inside you. Do you understand?”
Matthew’s eyelids fluttered shut. He arched his back in such a way that his ass lifted slightly, opening himself to Damien. “Yes.”
“Good.” Damien dipped down one last time to run his tongue through Matthew’s slick before he pushed Matthew’s legs aside, stood, and stripped off his shirt. It landed in a heap on the ground by the bedside, scattering glitter in every direction. Damien’s shoes came next, then his socks, and his pants, until he was left in nothing but his boxer-briefs. Only when Matthew opened his eyes to watch did he remove them, teasing the thick waistband down his hips, over the head of his engorged cock, and past his thighs. When it was off, he chucked it aside and sank onto the bed on his hands and knees while Matthew scrambled back, giving him space to move. Before he could get far, Damien overtook his position, looped a hand around him to support his lower back, then lifted him up and guided his cock home.
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Matthew
Damien was inside of him.
The thought rattled in Matthew’s mind like pennies in a tin can. Each new thrust knocked it back into circulation, stunning Matthew as much as it turned him on.
Damien wasinside of him.
And fuck, did it feel good.
“Baby boy,” Damien uttered, dipping his head so his forehead rested on the sheets next to Matthew’s ear. With another few sharp thrusts, he sank fully into Matthew’s body. “Fuck.”
Panting for breath, Matthew arched his hips to better their angle. If he could twist just a little, Damien’s cock would hit right where he needed it to, and—
Pleasure erupted in Matthew’s groin, putting an end to his thoughts. With a choked cry he wrapped his arms around Damien’s neck and rode his cock hard.
