"Oh my god," Darren panted, arching more, shuddering against him. "Jesus Christ, Miles, your tongue! Oh god, I can't stand it, please fuck me. Slick up and fuck me hard. Holy fuck, I need you to wreck my ass so bad - !"
The lube, thank god, was never far away. He'd probably used too much in his haste, but then he was pressing into the heaven that was Darren's ass. Burying himself to the hilt with a few hard thrusts, he cried out with Darren at the rush of sensation and the elation of finally giving in to his need.
In the past, Miles had felt like he needed to be overly careful with his lovers. But he knew his husband. Knowing how Darren liked to be fucked, how much pleasure he took from his size, was liberating in the sexiest way possible. Darren's body stroked every inch of his cock as he slid deeper, warm and slick and so delightfully tight. Miles clutched his hips tightly as he began to use him, letting his need drive the desperate bucks of his hips.
"Oh god, oh fuck yeah - !" Darren's cries were gloriously triumphant, thighs tensing as he rocked back to meet him. The smack of Miles's hips connecting with his ass was almost as obscene as the cries he pushed from Darren's lips. Part of him knew this was too much too soon, that it was going to be over too fast, but he felt too fucking good to hold back.
"Stop," Darren gasped. Though it was agony, Miles stepped back obediently, the head of his cock pulling from him with a soft pop.
"I wanna watch you fuck me," Darren panted. He straightened and moved over to the end of the bed beside the mirrored closet doors. Lying back with his ass at the edge, he pulled his knees up and apart to display himself for him. "Come on, pet. Get that huge cock back in here where it belongs."
"Yes, Sir." Miles joined him, taking him deep. He pulled Darren's legs up against his shoulders just like he'd wanted, and let himself feast on the vision in front of him. Darren's long, stocking-clad legs stretched out against him. The lines of his garters framed his erection as it jerked and bounced when Miles started to move in him, pale against the dark leather of the corset. He could just see where his own cock disappeared into Darren's body. Like this, Miles reveled in his size, in how wide and tight Darren's ass stretched around him, the pink ring of muscle hugging his cock with each thrust.
"Holy fucking god, yes...!" Darren fisted his hands in the bedding above him, head thrown back. His eyes fluttered closed from pleasure before he turned to look at them in the mirror.
Miles cast a dark, appreciative look towards their reflections, lavishing kisses on Darren's calf as he did. He wanted Darren to see, and shifted his thigh so the mirror reflected the place where they joined. Then he drew back farther, almost pulling away, teasing him shallowly for a few moments before burying himself to the hilt again with a hard thrust.
"God, Miles!" Darren wrapped one gloved hand around his own cock. He looked up at Miles, flushed and breathless, his lush bottom lip caught between his teeth. Miles couldn't think of a time when he'd ever looked more beautiful.
His looks and the incredible sexy outfit were hot enough, but Darren also glowed with pleasure. Giving himself over to it entirely, dedicating himself to Miles's pleasure; he was radiant with all that he'd thought and planned and done for them to explore this together in so many different ways. The love for Miles that radiated from him, in this and everything he did.
Andfuck, but he also looked so good. Freckled skin flushed with passion, fiery hair tousled, his fine, strong body adorned with black silk, leather and stockings.
Miles fought to keep his thrusts even, the exquisite sensation threatening to pull him under. "Dare, I'm so close," he gasped helplessly. He could feel Daren's shock of pleasure shudder through him, crying out as if his words had been physical.
Darren arched on the bed, calves tensing against his shoulders, trembling. "Oh yeah, come. Fill me up, Miles, God - ah!" Climax overcame him, and Miles clutched at threads of his own control. He drank in the sight of his husband's ecstasy as Darren clenched and fluttered around his cock, jetting slick and shining onto the black leather corset.
It was too much to bear. Too good, too sexy, too triumphant, making Darren spill. Miles groaned, the rush of orgasm finally claiming him. He pressed deep into Darren's perfect ass as he gave him every bit of himself, pleasure overwhelming everything around him except this wonderful, beloved man.
In the aftermath of sex, every fibre of Miles's body sang with satisfaction. Stretched out under him with his long legs still pressed against his shoulders, Darren panted for breath, glowing with pleasure.
"God." Darren moved one gloved hand to cover Miles's on his hip, letting out a breath in a low purr of satisfaction. "Fuck, you're so good. The way you look when you're fucking me, darling. The rapture of it... it's so fucking gratifying."
His praise was as great a pleasure as Miles's orgasm had been, a warmth that rushed through him, combining with his languid, post orgasmic well being. He smiled, easing Darren's legs off his shoulders to rest in the crook of his elbows so he could curl over him for a sweet kiss. "It's the least I can do when you work so hard to please me, my love."
Darren gave a pleased chuckle against his mouth. "It's not exactly work."
"You can't say that after surprising me with this sexy getup and delivering such a hot spanking."
"Would you believe that my intentions were equally self-serving?" Darren's gaze was warm with pleasure and good humor as he stroked his fingers through his hair. "You make me feel indescribably sexy, sweetheart. Just getting dressed for you got me half hard."
"You don't have to go to so much effort," Miles promised him. "But if it makes you happy, it most certainly makes me happy. You can surprise me any time you like. Especially in these stockings, fuck... I didn't think your legs could get any more incredible."
Darren's fingers tightened briefly in his hair as he kissed him, warm and lingering. "I really, really appreciate how sexually compatible we are," he purred. "Come cuddle with me."
Miles drew away from him, regretful as his softening cock slipped from the sweet warmth of his body. But it was worth it to join him on the bed, lying half over him and cuddling him close. He stroked a hand around his waist, finding the strange, boned structure of the leather corset captivating. "Are you comfortable, my love? Would you like me to undress you?"
"I'm alright for now," Darren replied. "Maybe later. How's your ass?"
Miles took stock with a soft hum. "Sore, but delightfully so, I think," he reported, pleased. "It'll be better with cream. I'll definitely feel it tomorrow, but in a good way. Might be half chub at work."
Darren made an interested noise. "Will you, now? I suppose I'll have to make you touch yourself while you worship me tomorrow morning at breakfast just so you can make it through the day."
Miles kissed his words from his lips. "You trying to get me started up again, sexy?"
"We have the whole rest of the day," Darren pointed out, grinning. He stroked one gloved hand down his back, the leather whispering over his sensitive ass. "And I'll need to reward you somehow for an afternoon of looking at real estate."
The shiver of sensation made Miles draw breath in a soft hiss, his cock twitching in interest. He kissed Darren again, sucking indulgently on the perfection of his lush lower lip. "If I'm going to learn to dom... I should experience it all as a sub, shouldn't I? If you want me to?"
