Des took his hand and was pulled from the sofa, then lifted off his feet. Instantly, his arms circled Othello’s neck and his legs around Othello’s waist, and then he captured his mouth, needing to taste him. For the first time, he didn’t mind being shorter than Othello, with the way the taller man was holding him as they slowly made their way to the bedroom.
Des sighed against Othello’s mouth when his back touched the smooth, cool, silk sheets. His legs tightened around Othello’swaist, pulling the other man down on top of him. He groaned in delight when their clothed erections came in contact. He tightened his arms around Othello’s neck, loving the weight on him. He could feel Othello’s big, thick, hard cock pressing against him, and he couldn’t wait to have it pounding inside of him. He was certain the man would ruin him, and he wouldn’t regret it.
ACT III
“It gives me wonder great as my content / To see you here before me! O my soul's joy! / If after every tempest come such calms, / May the winds blow till they have wakened death!”
Othello (Act 2, Scene 1)
SCENE I
OTHELLO
He's so arousing and sensitive,Othello thought. Why did I fight myself all these weeks?
Othello leaned back and quickly helped Des out of his shirt, throwing it to the side. He trailed a finger on Des's chest, circling each of his nipples, pleased with how flushed his skin was, his breathy moans, and his dilated, needy eyes looking back at him. Leaning down, Othello captured his lips, groaning at Des's delicious taste. He reached between them and then unbuttoned and unzipped Des's jeans, pushing them and his underwear down below his ass. He palmed the doctor's hard, weeping cock, deepening their kiss and capturing his whimpers as he rubbed against his shaft and balls.
Each time, he would dip a finger lower, lightly grazing his perineum, aiming for his hole. Although he’d asked, Othello didn't plan on fucking Des tonight. As much as he wanted to be buried cock and balls deep inside of Des, he didn't want to rush things. Taking a man's virginity took finesse, and not to brag, but he had a big dick. Not to mention he liked fucking his partners three or four times, making them cum as many times or moreuntil they were both satisfied. His ex needed at least two days' rest before he could get out of bed.
"Oh, Othello," Des breathed against his mouth. He widened his legs as far as they would go, allowing access to his hole. "Need to c..."
Othello hummed, knowing what Des wanted, but not yet. Othello enjoyed bringing his partners to the edge. Hearing their frustrated moans, begging and pleading to let them cum, brought a lot of pleasure to him.
"So eager," Othello said, kissing his way down Des's body.
"I've waited too long for this," Des told him.
"I'll make you feel good, baby," he said, moving down Des's body. He pulled himself off, then glided his hands up and down the man's toned legs.
Othello gazed into Des's lust-filled eyes that resembled sparkling emeralds, surrounded by long, thick, wet lashes. But he wanted to see them dripping with tears.
"Pull your legs to your chest and hold them there," Othello ordered as he stood from the bed and took off his shirt, smiling when he saw Des grew even hungrier. "Are you hungry, baby?"
"You know I am, so don't tease me," Des answered, widening his legs. "So come and feed me."
"When did you get so mouthy?" Othello chuckled, unbuttoning his pants and freeing his erection. Grasping it, he jerked his cock, pushing his pants down to his ankles and watching the doctor's eyes brighten at the sight of his erect member. He stood straight, palming from root to tip, using his precum as lubrication.
"I want," Des said, licking his lips.
"What do you want?" Othello's voice was thick with arousal.
"To taste, to feel, to suck."
"Turn around," he ordered. Des didn't ask questions. Releasing his legs, he flipped around, his head hanging a little off the edge of the bed and in the position Othello wanted, between his legs with his cock sitting on his lips. "Do you know how to suck dick?"
"No, but I know you can teach me."
Othello dragged the head of his cock over Des's lips. "Open your mouth." Des opened his mouth, and Othello fed the head of his cock into his mouth; he couldn't help the guttural moan that escaped. It felt so damn good. So wet and warm. Des swirled his tongue around the tip of Othello's cock, then wrapped his lips around it, taking in a little more. Othello wouldn't push Des to take him all tonight, but he couldn't stop cupping his face as Des moved his head up and down, leaving trails of saliva on his shaft. If this were his first time, he'd not be so bad, but Othello would help him improve.
"Open widener and stick out your tongue." Othello liked that Des was so obedient.
Othello pushed half of his cock in and out of those sweet hot lips and wet mouth, pushing more in with each stroke. "Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so damn good," he moaned, using Des's mouth any way he wanted but remembering he had to take things slowly. Des groaned around his cock, and Othello's knees almost buckled, causing him to pull out and step back, gasping.
Des sat up and looked at him with swollen lips and flushed cheeks. "Was I terrible? You didn't cum."
Othello cupped one of his cheeks. "No." He pecked him on his lips. "You did fine, but I want to make you feel good right now." Othello kissed him again, pushing him onto his back.
Pulling back from their kiss, Othello stood and kicked off his pants. Kneeling on the bed, he grasped Des's ankles and pushed his legs toward his chest. Lying down on his stomach, he grabbed Des's waist and pulled him forward, putting him at eye level with the man's ass. He hadn't noticed it before, but Othello spotted the iris-shaped mark next to Des's testicles, confirming that he was a carrier. Putting it to the side for later, he focused on the matter at hand, making Des cum hard, until he saw stars.
