Chapter Two #3
But those were the fantasies of a man on the brink of losing himself to the frenzy of lovemaking, and Brandon knew that. And yet, making Pax his was all he could think about.
Delicious, tender coolness enwrapped him as he proceeded. Pax hadn’t lied—he was soaking wet. That, combined with his sheer narrowness brought Brandon to the brink of insanity. Pax compressed around him. Why did it feel like his cock was finally coming home?
With one last shove, Brandon groaned as he seated himself inside. Pax took him to the root, and Brandon’s cock pulsed in its confines, rejoicing at the delectable resistance greeting him from all directions.
“So… big…” Pax panted.
Brandon swore he could see his thickness bulging Pax’s otherwise perfectly flat stomach. He put his hand on Pax’s lower abdomen and gave an explorative thrust.
Pax’s features contorted in pleasure. Brandon felt his cock travel through him, the small bulge moving as he did. He was filling Pax completely. He bodily possessed him. Thrills raced down his spine.
“Please, fuck me.”
Pax undulated around him, his hole squeezing and releasing his pulsating cock. It was too much. Brandon withdrew only to tunnel back in, declaring his ownership.
Pax cried out, clamping down on Brandon when he bottomed out. Desperate to trigger a whole slew of those beautiful sounds, Brandon fell into a rapid push-and-pull act, tunneling through Pax like a man possessed.
Pax didn’t disappoint. He affirmed each punch with an unrestrained keen. The table hit the wall with every thrust, a loud bang, bang, bang ringing through the hut.
Brandon had one goal: to make Pax come so hard he forgot his own name. On the next shove, he canted his hips, and when he dove inside, his glans smacked into Pax’s prostate.
Pax’s blissed-out shriek was music to his ears, and Brandon made sure to hit his sweet spot over and over, earning a cascade of helpless cries. Eyes wild, Pax sat up on his elbows, staring at Brandon as he plundered him.
“Yes! Fuck me!”
Brandon didn’t need to be told. He accelerated until he was pistoning into Pax, table slamming against the wall, his cockhead nailing his prostate.
Pax’s encroaching orgasm announced itself in the tightening of his hole, in the glassiness of his gaze. His mouth hung open, lips forming an ‘O’ as his nipples hardened and his brow furrowed.
“I’m… I’m…”
“Come for me,” Brandon growled, and as if Pax had waited for the command, he unraveled.
Cum shot out of him, spraying his front. His clenching hole choked Brandon, wringing the orgasm from him.
Brandon roared as his entire groin tensed up and exploded into savage contractions. Booming ecstasy seized him as he shot his seed into Pax, filling him up. That gloriously tight channel convulsed with his every spurt as if begging him for more. And Brandon gave him more.
He came longer than he ever had, emptying into Pax, who moaned at every spout Brandon doused his insides with. All that existed were his coming cock and Pax’s appreciative, clenching hole.
When his climax ebbed off, Brandon was leaning over Pax, still inside him, the pixie folded in half under him. Pax’s lids had dropped to half-mast, his jaw was slack, sweat darkening the roots of his hair.
To his surprise, Brandon was still hard. How was that possible? He’d come twice, and normally, he’d be well sated, ready to fall asleep.
He wasn’t. He was wide awake, his cock jerking inside Pax, eliciting a whimper when he hit his oversensitive prostate.
“Sorry, I’ll pull out—”
“No!” Pax’s desperation stopped him. “Don’t go. Please, stay inside.”
“If you want to. I can’t believe I’m still hard,” Brandon chuckled. “I’m sure it’ll wear off in a minute.”
Pax looked up at Brandon apologetically.
“What?” Brandon asked.
“It might not wear off.” Pax looked away.
“This is another pixie thing, isn’t it?”
Pax nodded, throwing him a careful look.
“We believe the Lady created my kind to ensure yours was happy… and satisfied.” He blushed.
“The magic running through me affects you. It’ll keep you hard.
It’ll keep you coming.” He fidgeted. “It’ll keep me climaxing for as long as you want to.
We can stop if you like, but… I love having you inside me. ”
Pax was going to kill him. Some strange pixie sex magic would keep them erect and climaxing for as long as he wanted to? Brandon wasn’t strong enough to say no to that. Pax coming undone beneath him wasn’t something he would tire of.
Under loud protests, he pulled out, Pax’s complaints silenced when Brandon flipped him over, chest plastered to the table, one leg hiked onto it for better access. It was unbearable to be outside of Pax, Brandon aching for him.
He lined up and gave a slow thrust, his cock sliding through Pax’s entrance. The relief of being back inside was immediate.
Pax groaned, long and unrestrained, his voice turning high-pitched when Brandon probed his prostate. His hole tensed, pressing Brandon into his walls, enclosing him.
“You feel so good,” Pax whispered.
Brandon pumped his hips, and a full-body shiver rattled Pax. Every fiber of him seemed to be buzzing with lust. He looked over his shoulder with nothing but keen need and hopeless admiration. “I want you.”
Brandon’s chest swelled. He threw the bed a surreptitious glance.
They’d be more comfortable there, but no.
This would do fine. Pax, with his ass splayed out for him, his back arched, hands gripping the table, was a sight to behold.
He could fuck Pax until neither of them had a shred of their minds left.
“Please…” Pax’s needy voice pulled him back into the moment.
Resolve firmed, Brandon gripped Pax’s hips and let loose.
“Yes…,” Pax moaned as Brandon slammed into him. “Keep fucking me… Just… keep fucking me… Your cock is so perfect… You feel amazing…”
Brandon, unable to withstand the onslaught of praise, gave Pax what he was asking for, knocking his prostate over and over. Pax answered every jab with a happy cry, the sweetest sounds streaming out of him.
Brandon’s head swam with lust and affection. He yearned to make Pax come again. Pax, who narrowed with every thrust, his crammed hole enveloping him. He was a boon on Brandon’s heated, aching flesh.
On the next thrust, Brandon burrowed deep and stilled, letting their connection wash over them.
“I could fuck you forever,” Brandon mumbled, and Pax’s walls fluttered against him.
“Do it,” Pax moaned. “I just want to be a hole for you to stick your cock in. Use me.” Brandon thumped his prostate. “Fuck! Oh fuck, please use me. I’m here for you. This is all yours. Take me however you like.”
Brandon groaned. If only he could pump all his loneliness into Pax. With each in and out, Pax molded himself around him, fitting him like a glove. He had the perfect hole to ravish, and Brandon couldn’t help picturing himself claiming him over and over.
Determined to make it good for Pax, he sought that delicate spot of spongy tissue. He ground his cockhead into it, and Pax shrieked. God, Brandon loved making him scream.
“F-Fuck… Fuuuuuuck…” Pax’s hole quaked. A tremor seized him, every muscle shaking.
“I love how responsive you are.”
Pax whimpered. “I just... w-want you to feel good.”
“Oh, I do.” Brandon stroked his hips, Pax’s skin silk under his fingertips. “I haven’t felt better in years.”
Pax squeezed him. “I want to make you so happy.” His voice broke on the last word as Brandon massaged himself into Pax’s precious little knob.
Pax’s cock was hidden from Brandon’s view, but he would’ve bet that he was drooling precum onto the floorboards, one long string of clear fluid dripping down.
Most men had a sensitive prostate, but Pax seemed especially tender, responding to every nudge, shaking and moaning.
His hole clenched and unclenched rhythmically, trying to milk Brandon for his orgasm.
And God, he was close, so close. But it was poor manners for a man to come before the partner under him, and so he gritted his teeth and kept rubbing Pax’s love spot.
It only made him tighter, wetter, louder, bringing Brandon to the brink of losing his mind.
A drop of sweat rolled down Pax’s spine, coming to a halt in the small of his back. The muscles there were tense, as was the rest of him. His knuckles, where he was gripping the table, were white.
Brandon, his heart spiking with fear, stopped, eliciting a wordless keen. Horrified, he asked, “Am I hurting you?”
Pax didn’t respond right away. Then, “N-No.”
Brandon stroked his back. “Are you sure? You’re holding onto the table for dear life.”
“I’m trying not to come.” Inside, his engorged prostate pulsed against Brandon’s cock.
“What? Why?”
“I just want your pleasure; I want you to feel good.”
It dawned on Brandon. Earlier, Pax had only come after he had told him to.
Was he holding on for Brandon’s benefit?
Did he only want to climax when Brandon was unloading inside of him?
It ensured he brought him the most powerful orgasm possible, convulsing as Brandon shot his cum into him.
It sounded far-fetched, but Pax likely saw himself as a good spirit who served humans selflessly, bringing them heaven without asking for anything in return.
Brandon’s cock swelled and jerked inside Pax. He’d never felt so taken care of.
With small, deliberate thrusts, he resumed his assault on Pax’s prostate, bringing him to ceaseless shudders that ebbed and flowed with the roll of Brandon’s hips.
“The best I feel,” Brandon said, “is when you come. I want you to come as hard and fast and as often as you can. If you want to worship me, orgasm on my cock.”
He pushed into Pax’s gland and watched him rear up and go rigid.
As if he’d been designed to follow this one command, Pax erupted in climax, his hole clamping around Brandon, clutching him like a fist. Brandon gasped.
He was hurdling toward his own release. Pax undulated, crying out as his small body convulsed in orgasm.