“Two fingers,” I demanded.
With a grimace - jaw clenched - he obeyed.Dick rigid and visibly throbbing between his thighs, one hand stroking it while the other pulled at his hole.
“Harder,” I insisted.
Kai was making little moaning noises now, quiet groans as he pounded his ass with two fingers.Balls tight against the root of his thick cock, bouncing as he strummed the swollen head urgently.I’d just cum - barely minutes before, my dick still hanging out of my jeans - but I could feel myself already stiffening again.
“Getting...close...”he grunted, a note of quiet desperation in his voice.
I could smell his sweat now, sweet and musky, as he worked on himself.The urge to swat his hand away and slam my cock into him was fierce, but I forced myself to hold back.
“How close?”I asked him.
Kai screwed up his face, a look close to pained crossing it.
“So close...really, really close,” he whimpered.“Please, can I cum?”
I watched him for a moment more.His eyes were open now, expression pleading as he silently begged me for permission.I imagined how he must feel, that growing desperation.Some cruel part of me, one I wasn’t much familiar with, was saying I should make him wait, until his body was like a shivering bow-string.But another part needed to see him explode as much as he needed to feel it.
“Show me how you cum,” I told him.
Instantly his hand sped up on his dick, fist a blur as he ground his fingers into his ass.Not even an attempt at matching those strokes now, just a frantic flailing as the sensations overcame him.
“Fuck, oh fuck, it’s happening...”he groaned, whether for my benefit or his own I couldn’t tell, and then his hips were lifting off the bed, forcing his erection through the tight ring of his fingers.Cum a thick, wet arc over him, lashing his face and his chest.The tendons in his thighs like steel cables as he pumped.
He was whimpering now, little gasps of “oh shit, oh shit” as his body jerked and twitched in the final throes of the orgasm.Chest heaving as he sucked in great lungfuls of air.
Finally, cock slumped across his thigh, he threw his forearm across his face.Chuckled, and then instantly removed it.
“Oh shit, I’m so wet,” Kai laughed, showing me the long smear that reached up to his elbow.
“It was worth it,” I observed, smirking at him.
He grimaced, fingers gently wiping at the cum dripping down his cheek.“Easy for you to say,” he countered, “you’re not the one who nearly drowned.”
I tugged my shirt over my head, and pushed my jeans down.Stepped out of them, and the boxer-briefs.“How about I make up for it by washing your back in the shower, then?”I offered.“That is, if you think you can avoid drowning in there, too?”
Kai may have glared at me, but he still got up and followed me into the bathroom.
