Nico nibbled at the lobe of Cooper’s ear and chuckled.
But Cooper did not chuckle. His lips contorted with every laborious breath, his voice shaking with each moan.
Then, Nico lined his hole up against Cooper’s cock. The warmth, the heat of his manhood awoke the beast in Nico. He eased backwards, taking the head of Cooper’s cock into his ass. Slow. Patient. “But this… is what I want.”
The familiar sting excited him as much as it burned. It was a pleasure like none other, but it’d been a while since their last meeting and Nico had saved himself for this moment. Regret seeped in. Regret he hadn’t loosened himself up with a toy before Cooper arrived.
Cooper felt harder. Thicker.
Nico cupped his balls and cock in one hand while he steadied his other on Cooper’s chest, slicking it with his lube-stained hand. Beneath him, Cooper bucked upwards, sending a tremble over Nico’s bottom lip. Nico pushed down hard against the other man’s chest, forcing him to a still. He needed time to adjust. Needed time for his hole to accommodate Cooper’s girth.
With one final push, Nico accepted Cooper’s cock past the point of no return. The rest was easy sailing as he glided to the hilt and stayed there, his own cock lying on Cooper’sstomach, precum pooling like a river between the other man’s abs.
Cooper rocked sideways, a desperate attempt at traction that sent shockwaves through Nico.
Nico retaliated by pressing harder against Cooper’s chest and at that point, Nico didn’t know if his refusal to let the other man move was because he was still getting used to being torn in half or because he was petty.
He settled on it being a product of pettiness as he chewed into his bottom lip. Rocked just a little, just enough to feel Cooper move inside him but not enough to free the other man from the tortuous position he held him in.
“Fucking move,” Cooper demanded, gravel in his throat.
When Nico didn’t comply, when Nico didn’t do as he was told, Cooper tugged at the handcuffs. In the back of his head, Nico figured the man could easily escape from the cuffs. They weren’t real, but rather a cheap online purchase.
Or maybe Cooper was weaker than either of them knew.
“Beg for it,” Nico laughed.
“Please,” Cooper whined. “Fucking move.”
Nico needed more. “Tell me I’m a good boy.”
Cooper’s nose wriggled beneath the fabric, followed by a violent shake of his head. He might not have been able to free himself from the cuffs, but he freed his eyes from the lace bandana.
“You’re a good fucking boy, Rook.” He squinted at Nico. “The best fucking boy in the whole fucking world,now ride my fucking dick before I break out of these cuffs and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.”
Nico grinned at hearing Cooper say the quiet part out loud. Surely, he could break the restraints. Now, he kind of wanted him to. “That kind of sounds fun.”
Cooper bucked upwards, stabbing at what Nico called the good place, his prostate.
“Fuck,” Nico cried out, the grin folding from his face.
Cooper did it again, making Nico feel some kind of way. Some kind ofholy shit, this is what heaven feels likekind of way. But he wasn’t ready to let the other man win. Not just yet. He rutted to the base and it quickly became a battle of strength.
Every attempt at friction by Cooper was denied by Nico.
Nico’s thighs burned and though he’d never admit it, his rival was stronger than him.
Instead of admitting it, Nico did what he did best. He bounced on Cooper’s dick. Every movement of his body around Cooper’s loosened him a little more. For his part, Cooper relented, letting Nico take back control.
Nico palmed over Cooper’s chest, and felt the racing of the other man’s heart. It seemed to beat in tandem with the throbbing of Cooper’s cock.
Nico wanted this to last forever, but by the way his cock was already leaking like a leaky water faucet, he knew he was on borrowed time. He steadied his pace, taking every inch of Cooper and then slowly retreating.
Time flew by. God knows how long, anyway.
Every few minutes, he’d give his cock a few strokes butnot too many. Otherwise he’d break and this would be over. Sweat drenched Nico’s hairline, dropping like the precursor to a storm until Cooper’s chest was slick with a combination of sweat, lube, and precum.
Nico fastened the pace and noticed the change in Cooper’s demeanor. Noticed the way Cooper’s breath hitched every time Nico buried himself to the base. Noticed the way Cooper’s chest heaved and his feet pounded at the footboard.
