I rubbed my cockhead into his crack, and he rocked against me and gave a growly little moan.Some kind of long dormant, feral instinct snapped awake in my brain as I heard, felt, watched him beg to get dicked down.To get claimed.
I pushed into him, and he swallowed my cock right up to the hilt, turning his face into the mattress and giving a muffled, “Fuck yeah.God, I love your dick.”
I have never fucked anyone—or anything, toys included—as thoroughly as I fucked him into that mattress.It didn’t take long before he was whining into the duvet, begging me not to stop, and then shuddering under and around me.Hot cum spilled onto the mattress and my thigh, and I buried my face in his hair.When he stopped vibrating and clenching around me, I hitched an arm around his chest.He arched harder than ever, letting me pull him up and back into me.I pushed his thigh up higher with mine, opening him up farther and bending him from two angles.He propped himself up with both hands, so I didn’t have to work hard to hold him in place, and rocked back to meet my thrusts.
He could not have been comfortable.I don’t even think I was.But I said his name into his neck as I spasmed inside him, fucking my cum back up inside him with every ecstatic move.
When I let him go, he slumped back to the mattress with a little laugh.I watched as I slid out of him, and his hole twitched.He reached around to grab one cheek and hold himself open and then squeezed.The pink pucker of his hole twitched, and then twitched again, as his absurdly talented asshole spit my cum back out in a thick dribble.
Still breathless, I fell face-first into his backside.He was sticky with lube, spit, and sweat, and he tasted like all three.I licked him clean as he flexed a few more times, letting me get it all, the sharp taste of salty sex sending another aftershock of pleasure straight to my balls.
When I finished, I left him wet, still breathless in the mess of the duvet.I leaned back again, admiring the sight of him, and he glanced over his shoulder and grinned at me.“You have a plug?”
I raised an eyebrow.“I—yeah, actually.I never used it, but—”
“Doesn’t matter.Grab it?”
In that weird after-orgasm numbness, I fumbled in my side drawer, past the smallish dildo, into the back where the stuff that was still wrapped was.It was just a plain thing, black, round and spade-like, just over an inch at the widest point.
He giggled, still sounding a little drunk, and rolled onto his back.He stretched, the lion up his side flexing prettily, and pulled his knees apart and up.Then crooked his finger at me.
I liberated the plug from its packaging, then lubed the tip of it carefully and held it up for his inspection.
“Go ahead,” he said, leaning back on both hands.His cock, half-hard and sticky, rested across his flat belly, his balls still pulled up tight enough that I could see his hole between his legs.“That way you can get back in there nice and easy any time you want it tonight.”
I leaned over him, sliding the tip of the plug into place.He bit his lower lip, his smile an invitation and a challenge, and said, “That was a really good start.”
I kissed him and wriggled the plug against his hole.He relaxed down and into it, and it slid in easily, until the base was secure in his crack.He nibbled at my lip, licked it, and then kissed me again.
“What now?”I asked into his mouth.
“Anything you want, lover boy.”
An hour later, while we were on the couch in our shorts watching TV, I slid my hand beneath his waistband.I’d been ignoring his semi as best I could, but it was dark and heavy, pushing against his white shorts.He rocked to rub it against my hand and nuzzled into my armpit, taking a deep breath.I squeezed gently, rubbing my thumb into the hole, and asked into his ear, “You like the plug?”
“Yeah.”His smile was so big, so bright, the gap in his teeth so fucking cute, I could’ve eaten him alive.“Next best thing, if I can’t have you in me.Placeholder.”
“Come here.”I pulled him into my lap, so he was perched on my dick, and held him tight against me with an arm around his waist.And I slid my hand into his shorts farther, toying with his balls.He leaned back into me, eyes fluttering shut, and rubbed his forehead against my stubbly cheek.
I slid my hand down lower, until I found the base of the plug, and tapped it.Wiggled it.
He squirmed in my lap.I held him tight, kissed his neck, his face, his hair, and toyed with him through an entire episode of a show neither of us watched.He reached up and back to play with my hair; he felt me up and wriggled against me and moaned into my skin.
He was mine.The thought, the idea, sent electric shocks through me.“I love your body,” I whispered into his ear.
“I’m gonna stop working out when I hit forty,” he said with a laugh that was more of a giggle.“Hell, maybe thirty.What happens then, when I lose it all?"
"You won’t lose a goddamn thing,” I assured him.
“You know this ain’t natural.I worked for it.”
“It’s not a great body because you did all that,” I murmured, wrapping my hand around his warm, straining cock inside his shorts.“It was great before.It’ll be great after.”
He whined and dug his fingertips into my hair.
“It’s great because it’s yours,” I said.“And because it reacts to me like this.”
He shivered and tried to fuck my hand, so I let him for a few seconds, kissing his jaw and face.
