“Cruel?” I laugh as I gather his hair in one hand and kiss his shoulder, then travel down the center of his spine, one vertebra at a time.
“Silvio, may I suck you?” he asks. His appetite for dick is insatiable.
“You may.”
He turns and bows down to take me deep in his throat. I hold his hair at the nape as he bobs on my dick, encouraging me to curse and make the filthiest noises. I pump my hips upward. The mirror offers me a closeup of his plugged hole, ass cheeks tensing while he works my girthy member down his throat. He’s so good at his job that I must interrupt him and squeeze my balls tightly to stave off an orgasm.
“Bravissimo. Now take out the toy and hop on Sir’s dick.”
Gracefully he rises to his knees and slowly works the dildo out with both hands. It releases with a wet pop, and he tosses it aside. I arrange him so that he can straddle my lap, my cock, thick and eager, wedged against his inner thigh. I fist my erection for him to mount. “Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.” He lowers himself gingerly until his rim just barely kisses the tip of my wet crown. I pull back the remainder of my foreskin like unsheathing a dagger. His hole has been softened and stretched enough that it shouldn’t hurt much. He uses his strong thighs to tease the head as he slowly descends. The grip of his body is exquisite. My hand is a poor substitute for this immaculate heat.
“Yes, Giovanni,” I say while bracing him up. “Go slowly now. Patience, sweetheart. You don’t want to tear.”
“I want it all,” he says with a focused determination in his eyes.
“You’ll get it.” I slide one hand up his spine to grip the back of his neck, propping him up like a doll. “There you go, pretty baby. Sit right here on Sir’s lap like a good little boy and let me kiss those sweet candy lips.”
Lust consumes me as I devour his mouth, his body slotting onto mine like a perfect sleeve of flesh. I love the taste of him. I love being inside of him, making him mine in a carnal way. Heat blossoms and expands as we begin to move, following the primal instincts of our ancestors, thrusting and grinding to create that magical friction, chasing the incomparable pleasure which has sparked wars, razed kingdoms, and brought the most powerful of men to their knees.
“Che bello,” I murmur and bury my face in his hair. “Sei magnifico, principessa.”
“Silvio.” He sings my name like an angel as we gain momentum, until he is riding my dick so hard and so fast that his teeth rattle. “Silvio, please, Sir, may I come?”
“Vieni, Giovanni,” I say on a harsh pant. He clings to me, his slender limbs grasping me everywhere. His channel grips me too, as I pound into him like a drum. A surge of adrenaline powers through me as I hammer out the last few strokes. My loins ache with the oncoming release, a yearning as painful as it is sweet. My body seizes, my heartbeat so loud in my ears that I can hardly hear Giovanni’s cries of ecstasy. My muscles burn as I roar my passions and release inside him. Pure bliss. Gradually, our fervent thrusts subside to a gentle rocking, and we hold each other, skin slick with sweat, oil, and cum. I kiss him with an endless desire and taste the sea on his lips.
Breathless and spent, he collapses in my arms, and I lay him down gently, my sweet, tender boy, then carefully collect the remnants of his orgasm with my tongue.
“Sssssir,” he slurs, playing idly with my hair as I tend to him.
“Mmmm?” I ask, circling his navel with my nose.
“That was transformational. Cataclysmic. Volcanic. I’ve erupted into a hot molten mess. You have metamorphosized me.”
“Let me see this mess.” I lift his legs so that I may gaze upon his ripe split peach. I suck on my fingers and ease two of them inside, the rim still soft and glazed by my seed.
“Sir,” he protests, arching back beautifully the moment my fingertips graze his sensitive prostate. “What are you doing to your boy?”
“I know you can,” I say as I coax him to turgidity with my other hand. We used to share him, Valentin and me. In the sauna when Giovanni was warm and loose, Valentin would make him ride him until he came, then pass him over to me. We traded him back and forth like a sex toy until Giovanni’s legs were as wobbly as a fawn and his ass was so tender, he could hardly sit. Then Valentin would take him back to their bedroom, tuck him into bed, and feed him dinner by hand like a little prince. Sometimes I’d lie with Giovanni and hold him until he fell asleep. Rarely was I allowed to stay the night, though. That was where Valentin drew the line.
But now… now I can have him whenever I want. I make the rules.
“Sir is relentless,” Gio says, but his hips roll to chase the movement. Cum pools in the gulley of my fingers and I push it back inside.
“Sir is hungry for your little moans and groans of pleasure. They are the sweetest melody to my ears. And I wish to be inside you a little while longer.”
We are both that way, not wanting to uncouple after our lovemaking, but be tangled up for as long as possible. If I had a golden net, I would wrap us both in it.
“Sir wishes to ruin me,” he says, pink tongue skimming along the surface of his plush mouth.
“Do you like it, princess? Does it hurt in just the right way?”
“Yes, Sir. Don’t have mercy on me. My body is yours to command. You are the captain of this vessel. Take from me what you will.”
I smile at what is truly an indulgence. “I want an encore.”
When he comes for a second time, red-faced and screaming my name, I am more powerful than a god.
