I scooted to the edge of the couch, and he draped his entire six-foot-long, beautiful body across it, then held out his arms.I slotted into him, little spooning, and he pulled me tight against him.He spread his fingers wide, pressing into my chest, and held me tight.
I burrowed back into him and hit play.By the end of Galadriel’s creepy little intro, Shortcake had caught the improved vibe and she turned around to face us.
Or the screen.She was basically a goblin, so probably that.
***
I must’ve dreamed of him, because before I even opened my eyes, I was fully hard and ready to fuck.The TV was dark—he’d either turned it off after I passed out somewhere after Khazad Dum, or the whole setup had just gone to sleep.It was quiet outside though, still dark, middle of the night.
I arched my back experimentally, and fuck yeah, that was a nice, fat hard-on in his pants too.It pressed into the back of my thigh, so I wriggled downward to angle my ass against it.
He nuzzled my hair, slid his hand beneath my crop top, then over my belly.He moved sleepily, murmuring something I didn’t understand, as if half-asleep.I kept rocking my hips and arching to rub him off—and myself a little, though it was just against the extra tight, constraining denim.
His large, warm hand slipped lower, and he cupped my hard cock through the material, rubbing the length of it up and down.Into my ear, he gave a little moan that was so hungry it made me shiver.My belly hollowed out, my balls tightened, and a sudden urge to scream or cry or run until I threw up tore through my body.
“Please,” I whispered into the dark.“Please, I fucking need you.”
It felt so good to say it, like something raw and ragged ripped out of my heart.Taran on his knees pulling me apart bit by bit, Taran holding me in his lap and arms until I came back to myself, Taran in his kitchen making me pasta and bread and all the other good things I never allowed myself, Taran looking vulnerable at the table as he confessed his deepest feelings into my keeping like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I fuckingneededhim.I thought I was in love with him when we were kids, but now I really and truly needed him, and this was when I got to say it, to express it, and still keep myself safe from this disaster, this ghost supreme.
I reached up and behind myself to feel his face.His glasses were gone—he must’ve put them on the table, and he licked my fingers as they slipped over his lips.I buried my hand in his hair and pulled.“Lemme get the—”
“I got it.”He shifted up onto one elbow and reached for the table.
I shoved my pants and underwear down around my thighs, then started working on his fly.We somehow managed to kick our clothes down around our ankles without coming too far apart.
It wasn’t always like this.Mostly we took our time, sometimes we were funny or sweet or silly about foreplay.But not that first time, in his bed, and not tonight.He slicked his fingers with lube and pressed them into my hole, and I arched to open up for him.The gel warmed quickly between us as he toyed with me, sliding fingertips inside, stretching me out, then curling and making me squirm.
“Please,” I huffed, voice cracking.“Fuck me.Please, Taran.”
He readjusted behind me, probably slicking his cock too, and then pressed his dickhead against my hole.Heat radiated out from it, soothing the ache in my belly and balls.Then I pushed down, relaxing.With a slowness, a sense of control that nearly drove me out of my fucking mind, he buried his hot, fat cock inside me.I lit up inside, arching harder and hungrier against him, so he flattened his hand against my belly to hold me still.
“You okay?”he asked.
I shivered again and huffed, “Yes.Yeah.Please.”
“Shhh,” he whispered against the shell of my ear.“I got you.”
I made a sound disturbingly like a whimper, trying to hold still, trying not to fuck myself on him like I was dying to.I felt full to bursting, like one of those hentai boys getting dicked down so hard their belly bulged with it.The heat and stretch of it teetered on that knife’s edge between pleasure and pain.“God, your dick is so good.”I buried my hand in his hair and tugged.
He held me close, showering kisses on my neck and shoulder, and fucked me with maddening deliberation, balls deep.I closed my eyes and, for the first time with him, just let him take me at his own pace.He built a rhythm, deep thrusts and slow pulls rubbing my insides into a frenzy, so I felt like I was dripping every time his fat head grazed my prostate.My dribbling cock bounced against my thigh, the couch, my belly, and I whined and moaned and begged wordlessly for more, and more, and more.
His breaths against my skin became moans and grunts, his fingertips dug into my hips, and I gasped as I started to feel the world collapse around me.He wrapped his hand around my cock, rubbed his thumb into the slit of it, collecting precum.I wanted to fuck his hand, but I stayed loose; he squeezed, massaged in time with his thrusts.I gave a pitiful little “ohhhhh, fuck,” higher-pitched than I knew I was capable of, and then shuddered and came.Cum hit my belly, my chest, dripped onto the couch as I vibrated from the inside out around his thick, talented cock.
I gasped for air, and he started to pull out.I said, “No.No, don’t.Stay.Please stay.”
He let out a long sigh, like he’d been holding his breath.He bit at my earlobe and growled, “Diego… fuck, baby…”
I arched, giving an experimental squeeze with my insides.Still a little weak, but in a good way.“Keep going.Keep going as long as you want.”
He moved slowly again, like before, carefully.Buried himself balls deep again, so the after-ache in me went sharp and sudden.
I breathed through it and reached around to grab his ass, encouraging.“As hard as you want,” I added.“I’m yours.”
He caught his rhythm again, but then went a little faster, hips jerking into me, fingertips digging in.The ache was incidental after a moment, and then turned into something warm and sweet, afterglow following scorching flames.I moved with him and pulled one knee up, trying to bury him deeper, to squeeze at the right time, to bring him off harder and faster.
He moaned into my ear, and goose bumps raced down my side.He said, “I can’t fuckin’ hold it.”
