“You’re everything right now,” I promised into his ass cheek.“You’re all I want to see.”
He sighed, his ass and thighs softening under my hands and mouth.
“Anything else you can think of?”I asked.
“Not now.”
“Tell me if there is later.”
“I will.”He arched his back, deepening the back dimples and lifting his backside.Voice slightly higher, more insistent, he repeated, “I will, I promise.”
I buried my face in his ass and started on his hole.It flexed against my tongue, the pucker tight at first, then giving as I wiggled the tip of my tongue inside.Diego moaned into the mattress, and I pulled back and lifted his hips.I found his cock, hot and swollen, and rearranged it to point downward, so I could see it, spit on it, touch it as I worked his ass.
He writhed under my tongue, hole flexing and hungry, hips shifting up and back to press into me.When I pushed him forward and down, he moaned and pulled his knees up higher to open farther still; I grabbed a cheek and pulled it to one side so I could get in even closer, use my whole mouth, not just my tongue, to eke moan after muffled moan out of him.I made sure it was messy, slicking up his balls and cock as I drooled, then toying with them while I tongued his hole some more.
Again, he tried to fuck himself on my tongue, and I pulled back to wipe my face and watch his ass work.His hole winked, and I suddenly thought of something else on my list.
I crawled upward and slipped my heavy, hot cock into his slick crack.He pushed back into me with purpose, trying to get more sensation against his hole.“You don’t have to do all that,” he huffed, turning his head slightly.“You can just fuck me.”
“Thought you said I could do what I wanted?”I smiled and rocked into him, kissing the back of his neck.
He arched into me with a hungry little groan that made me shiver.
“As long as I don’t leave you,” I said.
“Yeah,” he huffed.
“So clarify, please?”I prompted with a chuckle.
“Do youreallywanna eat my ass until I cum all over your duvet?”he asked, his own laugh breathless.
“I do,” I confessed, kissing his neck again.“And then I wanna fuck you.And then I wanna eat my cum out of your asshole.”
He gasped and closed his eyes.
“That’s on my list,” I said.I almost didn’t put it on the list, because maybe it was one of those things that looked hot in porn but in practice was just kind of gross?But he prided himself on his ass hygiene, so if anyone was gonna understand how goddamn delicious his hole was… “If it’s okay?”I finished, wincing at how I suddenly sounded like an uncertain nerd.
“Fuck yes, daddy.”He arched harder, angling his hips upward, like he was trying to tempt me to fucking get to it.“Please.”
I’ve seen a lot of porn, not gonna lie.But nothing I’ve seen has ever come as close to making me spontaneously nut as the sight of him writhing like that, begging with everything he had for me to fuck him right through the goddamn mattress.
It physically hurt to pull myself away from his willing body; my balls ached, and my cock felt so heavy I wondered how the hell it was standing up.I grabbed the thinner, water-based lube—one without a taste to it, from experience—and asked, “This one okay?”
“Baby, you could fuck me raw right now and I’d be fine with it,” he muttered.
“Not if you want it more than once tonight,” I told him mock-sternly, then returned to kiss the small of his back while I warmed some lube in my hands.
“See, this is why it works.Because you take good care of your toys.”He smirked.
“Always,” I promised, chuckling at the idea of him as my toy.I’d always thought of myself as his, more like.
But yeah.Both was good.
He moaned as I used two fingers to apply some lube directly to his hole.He tried to rock back on them, but I grabbed my cock to make sure the head was good and slick, then the rest.With my free hand, I stroked the back of his thigh; it loosened up again under my touch, his legs going slack.
I watched, curious, but he barely moved; just his back rising and falling with deep breaths and the occasional rock of his hips, like he couldn’t wait to get fucked.He seemed so… quiet.“You okay?”I asked, wondering if the position wasn’t doing it for him.
“I’m soooo fucking good,” he assured me, his voice low and gravelly.There was something in it, in the smile I could only see half of, that seemed almost drunk, though the last thing either of us drank was a glass of prosecco three hours ago, before dinner.
