His hips rock in a steady rhythm, filling me up, stretching me open, and I can’t help but moan, my body turned on like neverbefore, despite the ache. I feel so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet, so powerful because he’s the one in control and I’m the one who chose to belong to him.
He keeps kissing my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, and I can feel the hunger in his touch, the way he wants to devour me whole. His hand slides down my chest, tweaking my nipples before moving lower to wrap around my cock. He jerks me off, his grip firm and sure.
I moan, because apparently that’s the only thing I know how to do now, and I can’t stop myself from trying to push back into him, begging for more. He obliges, his strokes becoming more forceful, his grip on my hip tightening.
He moves faster, and my eyes roll back. It feels like he’s going to break me in half. And fuck, I want him to. I want to shatter into a million pieces at his feet and have him put me back together with ropes and spit and his own fucking cum.
My eyes roll back in my head, and I can feel myself getting closer, my cock throbbing in his hand.
He leans in to kiss my bruised lips. It’s a gentle kiss, and it makes my heart clench.
“Are you close?” he asks against my lips, and then licks them.
“Fuck, y-yes,” I say, trying not moan with his tongue invading my mouth while I’m talking. And then we are kissing again.
His hand moves up to my collarbone, his fingers digging in as he moves his kisses to my neck, sucking and biting here and there. I feel his hand tighten around my throat, cutting off my air, and just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he releases.
“Breathe,” he orders, and I do, gagging on air, feeling him bite my shoulder. “Do you know how much you mean to me?”
I shake my head, not trusting my voice.
“And I’ll never let you go.”
He lifts his head and I meet his gaze, the darkness in them making me feel like I’m falling into an abyss. And, fuck, yeah, I was never afraid of the dark. I want it to consume me and devour my soul.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Nao-san,” I say.
He smiles, proud, and goes back to my neck, marking me as his. I can feel him pulsing inside me, his cock thick and demanding, filling me up so good. His strokes are stronger now, and every time he hits my prostate, it’s like an electric shock to my system.
I moan. I beg for more. I tell him that I’m his again and again.
He reaches down and gently cups my balls, rolling them in his palm. The sensation sends a shock of pleasure through me, and I can’t help but groan into his mouth. I feel the orgasm building.
“Naoya-san…” I whine, feeling like I’m about to explode.
“You can come, Kaito,” he says, licking my lips again. “You’ve been good.”
And I do, spurting cum onto his stomach and mine, the sensation much more painful than I ever felt, but at the same time I think I reached fucking nirvana. I moan, or scream, or maybe I make no noise at all. My vision goes white, or black, my brain refusing to try to decipher what the hell my eyes are seeing. I hear muffled cheers around me, but I can’t be sure. Naoya-san keeps fucking me through it, his hips never slowing, his cock never leaving my gaping hole.
When I come down, he leans down and kisses me, his mouth possessive and demanding.
“You did so well,” he says, his voice soothing. “You were magnificent.”
He grunts, his movements becoming erratic, and I know he’s close. It hurts a lot, my body too sensitive and spent.
And then—fuck.
He sinks all the way in, deep, his hips locking against mine, and he stills. My whole body tenses, and then I feel hot and thick cum filling me in a way no one else is allowed to. My body pulses around him, weak and sensitive, wanting to tighten, to hold onto it, tokeep itin, but I can’t even clench. I’m so far past ruined that my muscles just twitch helplessly, overstimulated and useless.
He pulls out, and I hang, strung up and gaping, Naoya-san’s cum spilling hot and thick from my ass, dripping straight to the floor in obscene drops. I twitch in the ropes, every nerve ending screaming, but all I can feel is that wet trail sliding from my hole before it falls.
It’s disgusting and shameful and I wish I could bend in half, to fold my whole fucking body like a pocketknife until I could twist enough to press my mouth there. I wish I could drink it straight from my own wrecked hole. Just like that guy did with the fucking ice cube earlier, so desperate to swallow someone else’s filth like it’s holy.
I want Naoya-san cum.
I want tokeep it inside me.
