"Please don't tease me anymore," Des moaned. "I can't take it."
Othello reached for a pillow and tapped Des's hips. "Lift up." Des did as asked, and Othello fit the pillow underneath him and widened Des's legs, giving Othello a nice view of his puckered hole and the pretty iris mark on his leg. Leaning down, Othello spread Des's legs and buried his face in his butt cheeks, dragging his tongue along his hole. They both moaned at the touch and taste.
"Othello, fuck," Des groaned his name.
Othello swirled the tip of his tongue around Des's hole but didn't go any further. He loved eating ass, and as much as he wanted tofuck his lover with his tongue until he came, Othello was dying to bury himself into Des, feeling him tighten around him.
Leaning back, Othello tore the lube packet open with his teeth and let the liquid dribble over Des's butt crack, and watched it move down, soaking his hole. Othello placed a soft hand on Des's lower back as he circled a finger around his moist hole before pushing it in.
"Oh,"Des moaned, pressing his face into the pillow, feeling the sting from the finger moving in and out of his hole.
He had been prepared for this and knew that it would hurt. He was grateful that Othello was gentle with him, but Des wanted more.
"Othello, don't stop," he rasped. Othello grunted, and another finger joined the first one. He didn't stop this time, but he pumped them in and out of him. Des closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of grinding on Othello's fingers and his cock on the pillow.
Distantly, he could hear Othello ripping something open and could only guess that it was the condom and was thankful that one of them had more sense to protect themselves. Des was too caught up in the pleasure to think clearly. The heat they’d created earlier hadn't disappeared. It was so heightened, that Des was close to coming.
Othello leaned over him and captured his mouth. His body relaxed completely at Othello's touch and kiss, and he felt like hewas being taken to a new world. His body moved with Othello's fingers, as if the man were playing him like an instrument.
Des wasn't sure how many fingers were added since Othello kept him distracted, but he whimpered against Othello's lips when he felt the soft, blunt head pushing into his tight hole, stretching him, causing his erection to soften and his body to stiffen.
"Hurts," he softly cried.
"I know, Tesoro," Othello said. "Breathe," he soothed, giving him a peck on his lips and the tears that pooled in the corners of his eyes. "I can stop."
"No, don't," Des said quickly. "Just give me a minute." Othello didn't stop touching him, and Des could feel his body relax. After a few minutes, he was ready and told his lover so. "Okay."
Othello didn't move immediately but looked into Des's face as if seeking assurance. Once he got what he wanted, he slowly pushed his cock in and out, sending tingles all through Des's body, pulling soft moans from him as his cock started coming to life.
"Othello, oh fuck, so good," he moaned, squeezing the headboard, but he wanted to hold onto his lover.
As if knowing what he wanted, Othello pulled out of Des, gently flipped him over on the pillow and grasped his condom-covered cock, and slowly pushed back into Des, not giving him a moment to breathe.
"Fuck, Tesoro, so tight, you feel so good squeezing my cock," Othello groaned before taking his mouth in a heated kiss.
Des wrapped his arms and legs around his lover as their bodies rocked together, shaking the sturdy bed and filling theroom with their lovemaking and scent. Des had never felt this treasured before.
The way Othello held him while they made love brought tears to his eyes. He knew he would fall in love with Othello and be shattered if they ever broke up. His body wasn't the only thing that ached for Othello. It was his heart as well.
"Othello...Othello..." he chanted like a prayer as shivers wracked his body, meeting his lover's every thrust. “Slow,” he moaned. “Slow down, please.”
“I can’t,” Othello grunted. “You feel too good.” He held Des so tight he was sure he would lose his breath, but the pleasure was more important.
Des dug his nails into Othello's back, feeling his precum pooling between them, becoming lubrication as his cock jerked and rubbed against Othello's muscled stomach, sending delightful sensations all over him. With the added stimulation of Othello’s large cock pounding into him, brushing against his prostate, he couldn't hold back, cumming and soaking their stomachs.
Othello grunted Des's name and buried his face in Des's neck, cumming and filling the condom, and Des wished he could feel his lover's hot cum filling him. Othello didn't stop moving his lips; he continued to fuck him through both their orgasm. Othello raised his head and looked into Des's face.
"Can you go again, Tesoro?" he asked, breathlessly. "I haven't had my fill of you yet."
"Good, because I need more of you," Des said, claiming his lips. They kissed for a little longer before Othello pulled out and changed the condom before pushing back inside of him.
Des wasn't sure how long, which positions, or how many times they went at it before he fell asleep, but one thing he knew was that he was becoming very addicted to Othello and his cock.
A few hours later,Des snuggled his back into Othello's chest, who had an arm wrapped around him. He had fallen asleep and woken up with Othello holding him like a precious gem. After a few hot kisses, they were basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, and Des was glad that he had waited to be with someone who would take him to heights that had his body still tingling.
He hummed, feeling very content, even with the pain in his hips and ass as evidence that Othello didn’t have a pencil dick. He mentally shook his head, recalling that morning after his drunken stupor. Signing, he looked around the room and noticed that the candles had burned to almost nubs during their intimate moment, but the moon seemed much brighter. Des hadn't expected their night to turn out so beautifully.
"You look happy," Othello whispered in Des's ear, his voice tender and bringing a smile to Des's face.
