Storm pushed his legs up and apart, spreading him open wide, and then pressed the fat head of his cock to Nathan’s entrance. He squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for the burn. He didn’t realize he’d gone tight as a bowstring until a gentle hand laid across the base of his neck.
His eyes flew open. Storm was leaning over him.
“Eyes on me, sunshine. Don’t get lost in that head of yours.”
Nathan swallowed hard, fighting the absurd urge to cry. No one had ever been able to read him so well. It seemed unfair that it should be a demon who could do so now. Crimson filled his vision as Storm’s fingers gripped his hips tight. He pressed forward, and Nathan bore down, his breaths rabbiting until Storm’s thick length slipped past the first ring of muscle, easing inside.
“There it is,” Storm said, tunneling deeper and deeper one inch at a time.
“It’s too much,” Nathan whimpered, clawing at Storm’s flanks. He’d never wanted anything more, but he wasn’t sure he could take it.
“No, sunshine. I’m almost there. You’re taking me so well.” He rested his elbows on either side of Nathan’s head, cradling his head and kissing him softly.
“God.” He didn’t know if it was a prayer or a curse.
Finally, Storm bottomed out, bringing their hips flush. Then he stopped, letting Nathan breathe.
“You’re so tight,” Storm groaned, mouthing at his clavicle, his mouth damp and hot. “Fit me like a glove. Fucking perfect.”
Nathan threaded his fingers through Storm’s pale hair. No one had ever called him that before, and something fragile cracked open inside his chest. Storm worked a hand between them, wrapping around his half-hard shaft and pumping firmly, teasing him back to full hardness.
“Storm,” he moaned.
“How’re you feeling, sunshine?”
The burn was fading, leaving only fullness and heat behind. It was so overwhelming. He’d never felt anything like it. “Better, I think.”
“You think?” Storm pulled out slightly and pushed back in. Hot pleasure sparkled through him.
Nathan gasped. “Yeah.”
“Good.” Storm bared his teeth.
He pulled out all the way this time, slowly, until only the head of his cock remained, and then tunneled back inside. Pleasure rocked through Nathan’s body, and his back arched.
“Very good,” Storm growled, sending a shudder down Nathan’s spine, and did it again. He pushed back in harder this time, slapping their hips together, and Nathan cried out.
He found a rhythm like that, all the way out and all the way in, grinding against Nathan’s prostate on each pass. His hand never left Nathan’s cock, moving it in time with his pounding hips.
Nathan couldn’t have muffled his moans now even if he wanted to. He was so glad he didn’t share a wall with his neighbors. His body was a live wire, every nerve ending filled and snapping with pleasure like he’d never known. He felt like he was going to explode with it. Without Storm’s weight on top of him he was certain he would’ve vibrated right off the bed. He tried to meet Storm’s thrusts, but his muscles didn’t want to obey. He was out of control, made into a puddle by the stubborn demon fucking into him with determination, like keeping Nathan like this was his primary objective in life.
“Please, Storm, please,” he sobbed. He couldn’t take much more. His body burned from within. His sac was tight, his cock heavy. “Mercy!”
Storm’s thumb passed over the slit of his cock, and everything whited out. A scream tore from his throat, his body spasming. Strong hands gripped him tight, Storm’s thick cock spearing into him a handful more times before going still, grinding deep as liquid heat filled him up.
He didn’t realize little whines were spilling from him until Storm kissed him quiet, rocking his hips gently, like he wasn’t ready to be done despite the fact they’d both already come.
“Shh, I’ve got you, sunshine,” Storm crooned against his panting mouth.
Nathan’s body quivered with aftershocks. He didn’t think he’d ever come so hard in hislife. He clung to Storm’s body, hooking his ankles behind his lower back and digging his fingers into the rounded muscle of his shoulders. Storm weathered it all, kissing him softly until Nathan stopped feeling like he was an exposed wire, arcing with electricity and out of control.
Regret would find him soon. This was a monumentally stupid thing to do. But lips on his own pulled him from his thoughts. He groaned weakly as Storm pulled out. Soreness in his inner thighs was already setting in, but it was an afterthought as he rolled with Storm, following his mouth. Storm’s arms were warm and tight around him, and when he finally pulled away to breathe, he rested his head on Storm’s broad, fuzzy chest.
“Don’t start thinking yet, sunshine,” Storm said, his voice low and soothing. “Don’t borrow tomorrow’s trouble. Just rest.”
Tomorrow’s trouble. Yes, he had no doubt this would be a mess, but Storm was right. It was a mess he could face tomorrow.
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