“Look at me,” John says, big hands cradling his face. Bayani stares up obediently at this gorgeous mountain of a man. A master of his gag reflex, Bayani strains against John’s length until his eyes water and his lungs beg for breath.
“Fuck that feels nice, baby. You like it like that, huh?”
Bayani nods, as much as he can while choking on John’s dick. Bayani feels it pulsing in his throat, responding to Bayani’s dedication. Pride bolsters his confidence as John’s thighs tremble and his ass cheeks flex where Bayani now holds him close. With his throat open and raw, he signs the instruction for John to fuck his face. When John hesitates, Bayani assures him,“I won’t break.”
“But I might,” John says, thrusting forward just a little bit. Bayani groans with satisfaction, silently begging John for more. Gently, John grabs a clump of Bayani’s hair and guides the movement, fucking his face with a tenderness Bayani never thought possible. Just when Bayani thinks John is about to blow, he pulls Bayani off him with a wet pop.
“Christ, baby, you’re killing me.”
John’s cock is a rosy red hue and shiny with spit. Bayani kisses the liquid pearling on John’s slit and draws more of the man’s essence into his mouth. Before he can attack John’s dick again, the big man squats down, scoops him up from the floor, and carries him to the bed.
“Your turn,” John says.
Suffused with a heady lust and primal desire, Bayani grinds his naked body against John’s, seeking friction in whatever form he can get it. He wants the man so badly–skin, muscles, fingers, cock, and tongue–wants the man to fill him up with his cum until he overflows.
“Fuck me,”Bayani begs with desperation. He aches to be stuffed by him. If he can’t have John in his mouth, he wants him in his ass.
John rolls onto his back and grabs hold of Bayani’s backside, massaging his glutes in both hands. John drags Bayani up to the head of the bed until his groin is front and center. Then John wraps his beautiful lips around Bayani’s straining prick. Bayani shivers from the sudden wet heat. It’s been a long time since anyone has offered him this pleasure.
Bayani’s body feels like sculpting clay as he is molded and remade by John’s ministrations. John is determined to unravel him, licking along Bayani’s stiff prick like it were a candy cane, then sucking the tip delicately to collect every last drop of dew.
“John,” Bayani says brokenly and grabs the man’s hair, fucking into his warm, wet mouth like he owns it. John’s beard brushes against his balls, and the soft bristles tickle his thighs. Bayani loves the idea of leaving his musk behind on John’s beard, marking his man with his own scent. Bayani’s pace increases and he’s not going to last much longer, but he’ll recover soon enough. With a full-body shudder, his balls draw up tightly as he shoots down John’s throat. The orgasm leaves him weak-kneed and light-headed as John continues to nurse his softening prick.
“I want to ride you,”Bayani signs, because even though his cock is spent, his hole still aches for the man.
“Already?”John signs with a lofty smile.
Bayani nods and retrieves the tube of lubricant from his duffle bag. He packed condoms too, and he shows them to John.“Do we need these?”
“I’m negative,”John signs, “and your tests came back negative too.”
Thomas collected blood and urine samples when Bayani first came to live with John, and then again a few months later. Thankfully, they were clear. An intrusive thought about Emile tries to knock him down, but Bayani reminds himself that the man is dead. Emile is dead as a doornail, and he’ll never be able to hurt either of them again.
“You killed him for me,”Bayani signs, still stunned by John’s devotion.
“For us,”John replies and brushes a lock of hair from his temple.
“I want to thank you.” Bayani straddles John’s muscular thighs and rubs his ass cheeks along the man’s straining prick so he’ll understand the nature of his gratitude.
Instead of a response, John grabs the lube and smooths some of it over two thick fingers. “Come down here,” John says and Bayani obeys, laying himself across John’s broad chest. He noses and nibbles John’s neck as the man wraps one arm around his waist, securing him tightly to him. John’s fingers skate down the line of his crack, stopping at his throbbing hole to tease him with a few light taps. Bayani growls into John’s ear and the big man chuckles.
“Patience, sweetheart. I’m going to take my time with you and savor this beautiful body like a fine wine.”
John’s seductive words send a shudder of desire through Bayani’s core as one thick digit circles his opening, then slowly pushes inside. Bayani’s hole thrums with pleasure, and the slight penetration has the effect of reducing him to a soft, quivering ball of raw lust and emotion.
“You like that?” John asks roughly in response to Bayani’s keening murmurs.
Bayani nods with a whimper and eases backward so that John’s digit sinks in deeper. He wants to be owned by John, to be mastered and subdued.
“There you go,” John soothes, licking the shell of his ear while pumping his finger. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Bayani. Just like this, nice and slow.”
Bayani nods, near tears at John’s tender way with him, allowing him to be vulnerable, knowing John will take care of him. John won’t use Bayani’s submissive tendencies against him, but will appreciate Bayani’s gifts and adore him for it. And in return, Bayani will give John everything. He’ll devote the rest of his life to caring for John and earning his rare smiles and even rarer laughs.
“You’re so special,” John rumbles, now easing a second digit inside. It burns, just a little and in just the right way. After a few more minutes of John’s careful probing, Bayani sits back on John’s fist, tentatively riding his fingers. John angles them just right, so that his fingertips graze over his gland, and Bayani groans deeply.
“You’re too sexy, baby.” John glides one callused hand up Bayani’s thigh, avoiding his groin area altogether, and continues over his soft stomach and flat chest. John licks his thumb and circles one of his nipples, rubbing the end of it to provoke a kittenish growl from Bayani’s lips. “So smooth and perfect. I’ve been dreaming about this. It was torture, you know, listening to you get yourself off in the bedroom. That was a mean thing to do, teasing me like that.”
Bayani smirks and pauses riding John’s hand for a moment to smother him with kisses. John’s tongue claims him while a third finger edges inside. The tight ring of muscle protests, causing Bayani to tense up instinctively. John soothes him with a gentle hand on his backside.
