He didn’t have long to revel in the feeling.
Viggo rubbed his fingers through the wad of spit pooling over Sebastian’s hole, coating them, and with a nearly inaudible grunt, pushed both fingers past the tight rim.
“Fuck,” Sebastian whimpered, hands clutching for purchase in the sheets under his hands. Viggo’s fingers were huge, stretching him wide, their circumference easily double the width of the toy Sebastian usually used when he wanted to get himself off with a bit of anal play.
“You’re tight,” Viggo said, moving his fingers around and testing the resistance of Sebastian’s rim.
He sounded like he approved.
“Yeah,” Sebastian mumbled, his cock hanging hard and heavy between his thighs, the tip brushing against the bunched-up fabric of his underwear. If he just bent his body a little bit more forward, the friction would be enough to-
Viggo smacked his ass, harder than before, twisting his fingers and scissoring them apart with a growl of warning.
Sebastian froze, relaxing his back and letting his cock lift up from his underwear.
“You’re pushing it,” Viggo warned, dropping another wad of spit down on his fingers and pumping them deeper. “Watch yourself.”
“Yes, alpha.”
Viggo froze, the hand clutching Sebastian’s left cheek clenching just a touch harder, and then he laughed.
“Oh, Sebastian, you’re playing with fire.” The words were accompanied by a vicious pump into Sebastian’s hole. Viggo sank both fingers in past the second knuckle, while his other hand kneaded the flesh of Sebastian’s ass. “Think you’ve figured me out, huh?”
Sebastian grinned, his stomach tingling with pleasure that he’d been right in his presumption that Viggo would get off on being calledalpha.
“No, alpha,” he said, grinning harder when he heard Viggo take a deep breath, like he needed to rein himself in.
“Really?” Viggo spit on his hole again, pulling his fingers out, rubbing over his opening before pushing back inside, this time with three fingers. While two fingers had been a stretch, three was almost more than Sebastian could take. It burned, bigger than any cock or toy he’d ever had inside of him, his tight rim feeling like it was going to tear at any moment.
“I can’t-”
“You’re all right,” Viggo hushed, pushing deeper. He reached around with his free hand and found Sebastian’s cock, working the hard length as he fucked his fingers into his ass. “Calm down and relax for me.”
Sebastian took a deep breath, his weird position making it difficult to fill his lungs, and then released it through his nose. Viggo’s fingers were barely moving, and as he forced himself to relax, Sebastian found that it didn’t hurt as much as he’d thought.
“That’s it, baby,” Viggo crooned, stroking Sebastian’s cock. “You’re doing so good.”
Sebastian barely listened to what Viggo was saying, too preoccupied with the feelings coursing through his body. Viggo’s hand on his cock was warm and huge, swallowing his shaft, and even the pain in his hole was starting to feel good.
His orgasm, even though he’d been on the edge for what felt like an eternity, took him completely by surprise. He cried out, clenching down on Viggo’s fingers while his balls pulled up tight to his body. Thick ropes of come shot out of his cock, coating the inside of Viggo’s hand, each spurt wracking his body and making him see stars.
“That’s it,” Viggo growled, milking Sebastian’s cock and twisting his fingers to rub over Sebastian’s prostate. It was only when he touched the sensitive gland that Sebastian realized that Viggo had been intentionally ignoring it, and the stimulation now was almost unbearable. “Shoot your load for me.”
Trying to twist away, feeling trapped and overstimulated, Sebastian whimpered. His cock kept on twitching long after his balls had been emptied, and ithurt.
The fact that he could hear Viggo chuckling at his desperate efforts to escape only made it worse.
“Stop it,” he cried, giving up the fight and letting his body go limp. To his surprise, Viggo obeyed the request, withdrawing his fingers from Sebastian’s hole and letting go of his cock. He then scooted to the side, allowing Sebastian’s body to unbend and his legs to drop back down to the mattress.
Breathing hard, staring up at the ceiling, Sebastian took stock of his body. His cock was wet with cooling come, the sticky fluid making him feel gross, and his hole throbbed, open and sore and making him dread having to sit down.
Viggo lay down next to him, propping himself up on his elbow and looking down at his face. He looked smug, his eyes sparking, staring down at Sebastian with unadulterated satisfaction.
“How do I rank?” he asked, lifting a come-stained hand and rubbing it clean on Sebastian’s shirt.
“What?” Sebastian didn’t understand the question.
“Of guys you’ve been with and blowjobs received,” Viggo said, cupping his jaw. His huge hand spanned the width of Sebastian’s jaw, his thumb brushing over the corner of his lips. “Be honest. I can take it.”
