"This is so hot." I marvel like I’m a step removed from the sensation building in my core. I’m observing the devotion in his eyes, the concentration on his face, the twitch of his muscles as he drives me further and further into oblivion with his deft fingers.
My head falls back and Rhys reaches up to caress my throat, his thumb tenderly pressing into my Adam’s apple.
"Please Rhys." I whine and it’s an entirely new sound from me.
"I’ve got you baby." He soothes as his hand travels down my chest. My ass clenching and releasing against his fingers.
His W-I-L-D hand strokes my cock which means H-O-P-E is the one playing games with my asshole.
Somehow the thought makes me chuckle and his finger slides into me easily.
Rhys looks up at me, "what’s funny?"
"Only the idea that your HOPE hand is the one playing right now."
"Hopeful indeed." He smirks while he scissors his fingers. His devilish expression morphs to concern as I pant to get enough oxygen to keep me alive for this orgasm. "You alright?"
"I’m perfect, Charming. Keep fingering my asshole but stroke your cock too."
"Shit Duncan." Rhys curses as he rolls his hips forward into his waiting hand and his head throws back. "Stroke yourself too."
Twin groans fill the room as he sets a rhythm with his fingers we instinctively match with our hands.
My stomach hollows out as my dick stiffens. "It’s too much Rhys. Oh fuck."
I gasp for air and feel beads of sweat gather on my chest. The chill of the room is in stark contrast to the inferno building inside me.
This is new, this is unlike… Fuck, what is happening to me.
"Rhys, Rhys." My mind is swirling with pleasure so pure it’s terrifying.
"Duncan, you okay?"
"I, feel, I dunno."
Slowly, Rhys pulls his fingers out of me and that is the opposite of what I want. "No, come back." He leans down to kiss me and pushes his fingers back in. "Yes." I exhale.
"I think you’re about to come with my fingers in your ass." Rhys presses a kiss to my pulse point as he settles in behind me again. His broad body pressing against mine.
"Is this what you feel when I fuck you?" I ask and our eyes meet.
"This and more." He whispers as he drives his fingers roughly inside me and caresses my pec.
I dip my chin and suck his thumb between my lips. Rhys exhales against my back and my balls tighten.
"Yes baby, so good, stroke yourself." He praises.
My back arches and my butt muscles bear down as liquid fire rolls down my spine.
"Fuck, fuck!" I shout as ropes of cum shoot up my abdomen. I feel it hit my chin, I see it on Rhys’s arm as he squeezes the muscle over my hammering heart.
"Yes, that’s it." Rhys says as he leans back, watching his fingers disappear inside me. I twist so I can see him. Jaw set, neck veins popping, he looks ready to explode too.
"Come on me, Charming." The plea falls gently from my lips.
I run my hands up his chest, stopping to squeeze his pecs and trace my hand over the sign language over his heart. Rhys grips my wrist and drags my hand down his body to his dick. I spread the leaking precum down his length before stroking him as he uses my shins for balance.
"Fuck, fuck, yes Duncan." Rhys’s words tumble from his lips before he stills and I feel his cock swell in my hand. His release coats my abdomen and I feel claimed.
