Bellamy shakes his head vigorously. “Don’t you dare. I just want you to know, you’re the first man I’ve—lain with like this. I know it doesn’t really matter. But it matters a little to me.”
Rakos laughs, the sound warm and rumbly. “Maybe it shouldn’t matter, but I like it anyway.” And he sets the salve aside.
Bellamy expects Rakos to finger him, but instead Rakos descends his body, kissing a heated, delicious path downwards. But Rakos passes by his cock, gives only the quickest kiss to his balls, then delves even farther. Spreading Bellamy’s legs open and up, he kisses the backs of his thighs, then ducks down.
“What are you—oh, fuck.” Bellamy gasps with shocked pleasure as Rakos tongues his ass.
Rakos pulls away briefly. “Those better be rhetorical questions, because it’s a little hard to answer when I’m eating your ass.”
“Definitely very rhetorical. Keep—keep doing that.”
Bellamy’s not nearly as innocent as his overprotective family would like to believe. But it’s one thing knowing intellectually about acts like this. It’s quite another to experience Rakos Tem’s enthusiastic, forceful tongue shoving into his virgin asshole.
Rakos flattens his tongue against Bellamy’s rim in broad, wet strokes, and Bellamy’s entire awareness zeroes in on the contact. He can’t help bucking up against Rakos’s face as Rakos holds him down. Rakos doesn’t seem to mind his movements, almost laughing in satisfaction every time Bellamy reacts.
Finally, Bellamy can’t take the teasing anymore. He doesn’t want to come too fast. He reaches down for Rakos’s long hair. Rakos takes the pressure as encouragement to work Bellamy’s hole even more forcefully.
“Rakos! I can’t take any more of that.”
“What happened to ‘don’t you dare stop’?”
Bellamy groans, trying to gather his thoughts. “I really wanted to say something super sexy right now, but I can’t think. Just fuck me now? Please?”
“That was sexy enough for me.” Rakos finally crawls back up Bellamy’s body. He wraps his hand behind Bellamy’s neck. Leans into his ear and murmurs, “I’ve been thinking about this for so fucking long. I want to make you lose your mind.”
Rakos flips open the salve and works it over his fingers with increasing haste. Bellamy gasps as Rakos’s thick fingers push into him. It’s so much. It’s almost too much. But Bellamy wants everything Rakos will give him.
Maybe it’s how hard and hot he is. Maybe it’s the adrenaline breaking down his defenses. Maybe it’s just how fucking much he wants Rakos, so much he can’t think straight at all. But this is a thousand times more intense than touching himself. Rakos hasn’t even entered him yet, and Bellamy’s already soaring.
“How’re you feeling, Bell?” Rakos crooks his finger and collides with Bellamy’s prostate.
Bellamy yelps out loud, then whimpers as Rakos withdraws his fingers. Clamping down on empty air, Bellamy simmers with anticipation as Rakos hikes his legs up.
“Are you ready?” Rakos asks.
“Yes.” Bellamy hooks his heels behind Rakos’s back, trying to drag him closer. “Fuck me now.”
Rakos groans and presses forward.
As ready as Bellamy is, Rakos’s cock is still a lot to handle. For a moment, Bellamy isn’t sure he can open up that much. But he does. He’s too tired to tense up. Too tired to fight his own desires. He relaxes for Rakos, and takes him.
“Are you good?” Rakos asks. He seems to tremble inside Bellamy. Like he’s holding back.
He’s only halfway inside Bellamy.
“Hurry up, before I fall asleep,” Bellamy says in a show of bravado.
“I told you, that isn’t happening.” Rakos jerks his hips, thrusting deeper inside Bellamy, and he’s right. There’s no way Bellamy is sleeping through this.
Rakos’s thick cock slides in and out of Bellamy’s sensitive walls. Bellamy moans with the force. But Rakos doesn’t pound him hard and fast like he expects. After the first few overwhelming thrusts, Rakos slows down, letting Bellamy feel every agonizingly sweet inch of cock inside his ass.
The slower but definitely not gentler pace drives Bellamy towards the edge. His cock, which had softened with the initial penetration, fills again. Bellamy tries to rock his hips upwards to meet Rakos’s thrusts, but he’s too exhausted to do much. All he can do is lie there as Rakos overwhelms him.
That seems to be enough for Rakos, who won’t stop talking.
“Fuck, your ass is incredible.” His hips snap against Bellamy’s ass. “You are the hottest man I’ve ever met. Did you see how everyone at the masque was looking at you? I know how jealous you get of me, and I think it’s hot as fuck. But I’m the one who should be jealous. When we walked into that ballroom, every man and woman in that room wanted to be me.”
“They saw me trip over your feet during every dance.”
