“Roll over.” I command with a rough grunt.
Nikolo might already be a needy mess, but he’s acompliantneedy mess, rushing to get on his stomach and shoving pillows under himself to get his ass in the air. I give into the impulse and give it a hard smack, enjoying the way the tattooed globes bounce, and the white hand print I leave behind so much I do it again.
Ever the brat, Nikolo arches his back more, looking for another spanking, but I leave him hanging and reach for the dildo instead.
The pink dildo is of incredible quality, surprisingly similar in length and thickness to myself but with scale-like ridges just under the head.
“You ready?” I ask, giving my leaking dick a stroke as I run the dildo up and down the seam of his ass, letting it catch on the rim of his hole.
“Just do it already or I’ll do it myself.” He sasses, and I have to let go of my dick to give him the sharp smack he’s asking for. His back arches delightfully, his thighs rising either side of me.
Before the sting fades, I plunge the dildo inside his slick hole.
“Oh, fuck, oh Gods,Willan.” Nikolo’s muttered groan is muffled by the pillow.
He may be a bit of a princess demanding pleasure, but he still eagerly meets my thrusts. With my free hand I stroke and pet his back, occasionally stopping to squeeze and mould his ass to watch the bright pink toy disappear into him.
The air swirls around us, tickling my heated, over-sensitised skin. I’m too lost in the moment to control my magic. I bite down on my lip, needing the pain to balance out the excess feeling vibrating through me.
I wonder what it would be like for him to bite me? For me to bite him? To feel his skin give way to my teeth and taste his blood on my tongue. To feel more than just the teasing graze of his teeth dragging over my skin, but to feel him bite me, drink from me. Take me into him in every way possible.
Gods, I don’t think I’ve craved anything more than to feel that—all of that—with him. I can see why people turn by accident.
Almost mindless with lust, my thrusting and the scaled ridges of the dildo turn Nikolo into a babbling mess.
“Please, Willan.” He whines, his abs contracting and body curling in pleasure. “No more teasing.I need you.”
He sounds devastatingly desperate.
The sound that rips through me is almost unrecognisable, but even half feral I am careful taking the dildo from him and tossing it aside. Before I fuck him, there’s something I want.
I find the butt plug with scales that match the dildo where I left it and quickly lube it up.
Blurry eyed, Nikolo looks back over his shoulder to see what’s taking so long.
“Can I?” I hold the plug up and Nikolo beams at me blearily.
“I insist. So long as you hurry up and fuck me.”
He flops over, rising up on his elbows, so he can watch as I lube up the bulb and work it into my ass. It’s not ideal, and I could have done with more prep but with Nikolo sprawled in front of me, slowly stroking his cock, I relish the feeling of it stretching me open.
Nikolo purrs in approval, reaching around to stroke and massage my thigh. It makes his obliques flex and stretch, and his tattoos dance.
The widest part slips inside as his fingers tease the sensitive seam where my ass meets my thighs. Gasping loudly, my eyes squeeze tight against the sensations flooding me, threatening to spill me over the edge before I’ve had the chance to fuck Nikolo like he deserves.
His hand on my hip tugs me back to reality, coaxing me down. Opening my eyes, I’m met with his debauched smile and heated gaze.
I let him pull me down, falling until I’m once again covering him. He wraps his powerful thighs around my back, his heels urging me forward and dragging my cockhead against his slick hole. Bracing myself on one arm I shudder as my crown snags on the puckered rim, almost slipping inside.
Nikolo’s legs tighten like a steel vice, his arms wrapping around me too, to haul himself up to whisper in my ear.
“Come on, fuck me, Teach.”
Teeth clamp onto my ear, tugging just to the edge of too much. Gods tits, I’m not going to survive him.
His snickers cut off into a shout of pleasure when I thrust into him, burrowing myself deep inside him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Nikolo chants in time with my pounding thrusts. The slap of my hips against his ass fills the room, as I drive into him again and again. Raised on the pillow like he is, I’m at the perfect angle to hit his prostate just perfectly, but he’s barely able to move more than short, frantic thrusts. Really, hejust holds me tightly to him like his life depends on it, and buries his face in my neck.
