Hold my Reins (Monster Match season two)

Chapter 5

five

L ynck was unable to look away. Usually, a human did as asked and put his ass in the air, ready to be fucked. As if they wanted the monster dick without looking at the monster.

Rox wasn’t like that, and Lynck wanted to drown in his blue eyes as his tongue traced a wet line along the underside of his shaft. The smudged eyeliner and messy hair did nothing to change that opinion. From the moment Rox had opened the door, Lynck had wanted to touch him and kiss him. The draw had been instant.

Dangerous.

He shouldn’t have asked him to keep the top on, but there was something about the way it looked on him that appealed. Maybe it was the way it pretended to cover his skin while drawing attention to it.

“So, ah…um…are there any monster safe sex things I should know about?” Rox’s breath swept over the head of his cock.

Lynck pushed him back onto the bed. “No.”

He leaned over him to take another kiss, loving the way his mouth opened so readily. Another time, he’d let him explore further with his tongue. He shouldn’t be thinking of next times.

Guys got their fill of monster dick and moved on.

“Not unless you have concerns about tentacles or barbs or?—”

Rox flinched. “What?”

“I don’t have them, but some monsters do. You should check before you get this far.” Unless Rox planned to find the weirdest dick. “Though if you are into that?—”

“No. I’m not. Fuck. Barbs would hurt.”

“Some people like that.” And it wasn’t his place to judge. He rolled his hips, letting the head of his cock drag over Rox’s belly. Over the dark line of hair that ran from his navel to cock until he was frotting against him.

“I like that.” He pushed up onto his elbow to take another kiss, his tongue thrusting into Lynck’s mouth in counterpoint to Lynck’s movements.

Was that a keep going because he’d changed his mind?

With a groan, Rox pulled away, but he didn’t lie back. His gaze was fixed between their hips. Lynck glanced down, watching his gray cock slide against Rox’s ruddy length. A bead of pre-cum slid out of Rox’s slit, and Lynck dragged his cock through it, smearing it over them both, which caused another pearl to slide free. A shiver traced along his spine and the pretty sight.

Unable to resist, he drew back, dropping to his knees on the floor, and lifted Rox’s legs so he had access to his ass.

“Ah…” Rox wriggled. “Lube.” A bottle landed on the edge of the bed.

Their eyes met. “I wanted to taste you first.”

Both of Rox’s eyebrows lifted.

Lynck waited a heartbeat for him to say something, then leaned in and swiped his tongue over his hole and his balls.

“Fuck.” Rox flopped back onto the bed.

“You don’t like it?”

“Yes. I do. But I don’t expe—” The word dissolved into a groan as Lynck gave him another lick.

It was far too easy to make him squirm, his dark blue fingernails digging into the white sheets with every sweep of his tongue. Lynck wanted to feel those nails digging into his skin. His cock throbbed for attention. Would Rox buck and writhe as he was fucked?

He wanted to know what it would be like to do more than fuck him. To learn his body until he could play him to climax with exactly the right touches. He rocked back and grabbed the lube, slicking his cock.

Rox panted, but his grip on the bed eased.

Lynck traced the now soft ring of muscle and fucked him with one finger, sliding over that spot that humans had.

“I’m going to come if you keep going.” His belly was already smeared with pre-cum.

Lynck smiled. “That’s the point.”

Rox pushed up onto his elbows, his eyes dark with desire, looking debauched and disheveled and delicious. “Yeah, but I’d rather you be in me.”

“You want me to use the condom?”

Rox’s cheeks reddened. “If we don’t need to, then I’d rather not.”

Lynck rolled to his hooves, leaning in to lick Rox’s belly and the tip of his dick, unable to resist taking a taste.

“Really, I’ll come if you keep touching me like that,” he pleaded.

More pre-cum spilled out. As tempting as it was to keep going, Lynck agreed it would be better to be buried in Rox when he came. He ran his hand up his shaft and around the flared head as Rox tracked every movement.

Rox grabbed his thighs, holding himself open.

Lynck didn’t need the invitation to be spoken. He pressed his cock against Rox’s hole and waited for the lube and pressure to work their magic. Rox bit his lower lip and groaned as Lynck slid in.

He knew his cock wasn’t the easiest thing for humans. It was too blunt for there to be anything gradual. So he paused, not wanting to rush. Though he had before.

He wasn’t used to men wanting to face him and kiss him and ask what he wanted.

And he liked it.

Rox gave a small nod. “Slow.”

“Yeah.” He rolled his hips, almost pulling out before sinking a little deeper.

Rox made a noise, and his back arched. His dick jerked, and cum spilled over his stomach, catching in the mesh of the shirt. His ass tightened as each thrust forced another trickle of cum out. He wasn’t watching anymore. His eyes were closed, lips parted in desire.

Lynck leaned over and kissed him as he thrust in, completely embraced by the heat of Rox’s body. Rox’s legs wrapped around Lynck’s hips, and his fingers gripped his biceps, nails pressing into his skin the way he wanted. The bed squeaked with each thrust, and Rox made little noises of pleasure. His balls drew up, and he let go, fucking as he filled him, loving the slick slide and not wanting it to be over.

The grip on his arms gentled, his fingers smoothing over the hair.

“That was…um…” Rox groaned again as if words were too hard to find.

“Good?” Lynck rubbed his nose against Rox’s. He wanted it to have been good. He wanted more.

“Uh-huh.”

His dick was softening, and he wanted to clean up before it retracted. He pulled away with a last kiss. “I’ll grab a washcloth.”

“I’m…oh.” His tone changed as he realized that a condom might have been the tidier option.

“You’ll need it.” Lynck glanced over his shoulder. Humans never expected to be so flooded.

Rox twisted his head around to look at him, eyebrows pulled together. “How much cum?”

Lynck shrugged. It was more than what humans made, but he wasn’t human.

The bathroom was tiny, but he washed his dick and took a wet cloth out for Rox. Half the time, he didn’t bother because it was clear they didn’t want anything more than a fuck. Rox lifted his hand, but Lynck didn’t hand over the cloth. No, he wanted to see his cum leaking out of Rox’s ass. He wasn’t disappointed. He gently wiped his hole, then his belly, but there was nothing he could do about the mess on the shirt.

He didn’t regret asking him to keep it on, either. “You’re going to have to wash your shirt.”

Rox ran his hand over the shirt. “Yeah. I’m more worried about my legs working.”

Lynck took the cloth back to the bathroom and returned. Rox still hadn’t moved. “Did I break you?”

He hadn’t meant to hurt him.

Rox smiled and beckoned him closer. “Only in the best ways.”

Lynck leaned in, and Rox sat up and threaded his fingers through his mane before kissing him.

Rox gasped. “Uh…”

Lynck smirked. “You might need to clean up in the shower.”

“Yeah.” Rox got up, concentration etched on his face. Before he closed the bathroom door, he turned, looking like some kind of dirty fantasy Lynck hadn’t realized he craved. “I had fun.”

“So did I.” But he wanted more than fun. He wanted to run on the sand and play music by moonlight. He was tired of being on his own.

“I’ll message you.”

Sure you will.