I nuzzle his cock, the smooth skin rubs against my cheek, uncovering the head of his cock for my viewing. He’s rock hard and leaking profusely, a small puddle of pre-cum is pooling underneath his belly button.
He tastes musky and sweet, my own personal nectar to keep me alive.
I suckle the tip of his cock, soaking in the feel of him on my tongue. Rigid and throbbing with every pulse.
“Jericho.Please.” Raiden’s whine is high pitched and throaty, louder than the movie we’re distracted from.
“Patience, baby,” I tell him, sucking him down until his tip hits the back of my throat. There’s a heady numbness spreading through my limbs as his cock cuts off my airflow. A sense of right and peace that settles over me as he trembles against me.
I pull back, gasping as I take air into my pounding lungs and breathe through the tightness of my throat fighting against closing up or gagging. A trail of spit sticks to his cock and leads to my mouth, the thin string a connection holding us together.
He rotates his hips, rubbing his wet cock across my cheek trying to aim towards my mouth. I rip his shorts away from his body until they’re around his ankles, two pretty cuffs of blue holding him hostage for me to do what I want to with.
Sucking on the side of his dick, I tug the foreskin into my mouth and watch him. He rolls his eyes upwards as he moans lewdly.
“Suck,” I demand, pulling my mouth off him and shoving my fingers in his mouth. “Get them nice and wet for me baby.” We haven’t gone this far yet. I’ve given him time and I’ve been patient, but I need inside him more than I need my next breath.
He sucks them into his mouth, coating them in his spit and keeping his eyes on me while he does. Brown irises clash with mine and I have to inhale a deep breath to calm down, lest I embarrass myself before we even get to the good part.
When they’re nice and wet, I wrap my arms around his legs and prop his hips up until his calves rest against my shoulders, holding him open and bare for my eyes.
His hole is smooth and soft, and I watch in amazement as I trail my wet fingers across his crease and watch him try to suck me in.
I ease my finger in until I feel resistance. “Let me in baby,” I say gently, not moving until he bears down against the pressure of one finger inside of him. To distract him I press a kiss to each of his ass cheeks, biting the flesh and sucking away the pain until there’s only a small red welt.
He bears down, and my finger enters his warm heat. I shiver, fighting off the urge to pull my own dick out and fuck him before I’ve adequately prepared him.
I kiss and lick and tease around his hole as I spread him open with one finger, taking my time to ease him into it. When he starts fucking back against my hand and begging for more, I gently push in the next finger.
“Jericho, I need more. Please.” He begs so fucking prettily.
A third finger squeezes in beside the second, his tight hole strangles me as I spit onto his hole to add some extra slick to help ease in.
I need him in the bedroom for what I actually want to do to him. We need lube, a blanket, and enough space for us to be able to spread out so I can test out the flexibility he never stops bragging about.
I slide my fingers free of him, watching his puffy, pink hole contract around nothing as it begs for my cock to fill him to the brim.
“What?” Raiden’s question is muddled with lust, but he squeals as I pick him up, wrapping his legs around my waist as I carry him to our bedroom.
I attack his lips with mine, sucking and biting, while avoiding running into walls as I keep him attached to me.
We somehow make it into the bedroom with no issues, and I toss him on the bed.
As I stare at him, face flushed with pleasure and a teasing smile on his lips, I have the strangest urge to cry. The sight of him, laying on our bed, and waiting for me to kiss him, is overwhelming.
He recovered from his injuries faster than anyone could have predicted. He left the hospital not needing any other assistance. He was able to live life as if he never stayed in the hospital. It’s astounding to see how Gods pick and choose their favorites, but I’ll forever be grateful for Ema and Rodney naming Raiden after a strong, Japanese God. Maybe he’s the one always looking out for him, like his own personal guardian angel, except guardian God.
“Are you going to stare at me all day, or fuck me? Because if you aren’t going to fuck me, I’m going to find the biggest dildo I have and–”
I pounce on him, folding his knees up until they rest by hishead on the bed, and he’s folded completely in half, with his pretty hole on display.
“Ohhh f–fuck.”
“Oh fuck is right, tiny dancer, because you were talking all that shit, and now you’re about to pay.” I dig into the bedside drawer, pulling out the bottle of lube that we have stored here for our joint jerk off sessions. We’re going past jerk off sessions tonight.
I tilt the bottle upside down, spilling the slippery liquid down Raiden’s crease and letting it pool around his hole. When I’m satisfied with the amount, I push it inside of him, prepping him with one finger while I slick up my cock. The piercings underneath are still sensitive, catching on my hand and tugging with every pull and my eyes start to roll to the back of my head.
His knees are resting beside his ears, and his mouth is open wide as he exhales choppily. I keep my grip tightly locked on his thighs while I lean over him to spit in his mouth. He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing with the movement.
