Chapter 6 #3
James tried to pull his fingers out, but Leon clenched around him.
When their eyes met again, Leon grinned almost drunkenly.
They were nowhere near through. Leon was just starting to let go of the horrendous evening, and he needed James to take it all so far away that maybe he would be able to forget about it for a while.
“More?” James whispered, and Leon nodded.
James bent his head down and took Leon’s softening length in his hand, stroking it a few times before sucking it into his mouth.
Leon whined and let his legs fall open, splaying into a diamond shape around James.
His dick was rapidly hardening again. He felt almost dizzy as blood rushed south and his thoughts began to slow.
James fed a third finger into him and pressed roughly against his prostate.
Leon’s surprised grunt turned into a sob, and James pulled off Leon’s dick. “Baby, remind me of your safe word?”
Leon rolled his head to the side. “Tomato.”
“Okay,” James said, rubbing the pad of his thumb against the oversensitive tip of Leon’s dick. “Or you can say ‘red’ to stop, or ‘yellow’ if you just need a breather. ‘Green’ is for, uh, good. In case you need that, too.”
Surprise brought some of Leon’s thoughts back into focus. “Where did you learn that from?”
“Uhm…I’ve been doing some googling? I wanted to make sure I’m doing everything I need to keep you safe and…happy.”
Leon almost said it. That damn balloon inflated so fast it pressed up against his teeth and very nearly had him blurting out how much he loved James and all his little mensch tendencies.
“Of course you’ve been googling,” Leon grumbled instead. At James’ concerned look, he added, “I’m very green, darlin’. You just constantly surprise me.”
James’ smile made Leon’s eyes sweat again.
Thank fuck, that no longer mattered when James sucked him back into his mouth. Leon’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, and he got lost in the warmth of James’ mouth and the rhythmic movement of his fingers, until suddenly Leon was abysmally empty.
He whined and fought his way back from where he’d been floating, only for a pair of soft, salty lips to land on his.
“Do you still want me to…” James paused, incapable of cursing even when it was a necessary verb. “Make love to you?”
The question bounced around inside Leon, pinging off the balloon that was taking up most of the available space in his sternum. “God, yes.”
James kissed him again, the sound of the lube bottle clicking open making Leon’s stomach clench. Fingers pressed back inside him, spreading around more lube and teasing Leon’s prostate. He groaned into James’ mouth, and then the blunt head of the dildo was pressing against his entrance.
James had done a really good job with prep, because the dildo slid in the first several inches with almost no problem. It got wider at the base, and Leon had to bear down to accept the next several inches.
“Fuck, darlin’...you’re not playing around with this one,” Leon said, gritting his teeth as the base flared even wider.
“Sorry,” James said, pushing up onto his hands and knees and withdrawing a little.
“Uh-uh,” Leon said, pressing his heel into James’ lower back, forcing him to sink all the way back in. “Fuck…so good.”
James tapped their foreheads together, smiling down at him before his lips twisted with concentration and he began moving his hips.
He went slow at first, the heavy weight of the dildo dragging inside Leon and pulling at his rim.
Leon had used dildos before, with lovers and by himself, but he’d never had someone fuck him wearing a strap before.
The absolute stupidest thought occurred to him, and he couldn’t stop himself from saying, “You really could do a seminar on pegging.”
James’ hips stuttered, and he let out an exasperated-sounding huff. “I think if you can say shit like that, I’m not doing my job right.”
“And what’s that?”
“Getting you out of your head,” James said, swooping down to kiss him before he sat back on his haunches and threaded his arms under Leon’s knees, lifting his legs up.
His next thrust ran against Leon’s prostate, and all the air punched out of his lungs. So did the next, and the next, until James was pounding against his spot and all Leon could do was hold on for the ride. He gripped the sheets for dear life as moans, gasps, and whimpers poured out of his mouth.
James’ breathing was coming faster, but it didn’t necessarily sound like pleasure. “Darlin’?” Leon called, barely managing to maintain concentration as James hit his spot again.
“Hm?”
“Does this feel good for you?”
James slowed his hips. “I like making you feel good. And it rubs against my dick a bit. There’s a vibe I can slot in, but–”
“Slot it in,” Leon said.
“It’s okay. I want to focus on you–”
“Darlin’,” Leon said, attempting to sit up.
“Really, it’s fine. I don’t–”
“James–”
“Oh my god, okay,” James huffed.
Instead of pulling the dildo out of Leon, he unhooked the straps on his hips and scrambled out of the harness and off the bed. Leon didn’t want to dislodge the dildo, so he stayed still, but he could hear James on the floor rummaging in his bag.
He was back on the bed a few seconds later, hair tousled and cheeks pink as he shimmied back into the harness. The movements jostled the dildo, and Leon squirmed until he got it right against his prostate. He began rocking his hips, chasing pleasure as he waited for James.
“I kind of thought you wanted me to be in charge tonight,” James said as he secured the final strap. “But if you want to take over or ride me, you can.”
Leon watched as James slotted the small bullet vibrator into place. He wasn’t completely sure, but he bet if he sat on top of the dildo, it would grind that little vibe against his dick.
“I bet you could still take charge while I ride you,” Leon said, even though he wasn’t actually sure if that was true.
Something in James’ eyes shifted, the blue going opaque for a second before it flashed and sparked.
Leon had no idea how James managed to do it, but a moment later, Leon found himself being barrel rolled until he was sitting atop James, completely impaled on his dildo with a pleasant vibration coming from the base of the strap.
“Shit, darlin’... Oh fuck, that feels good,” Leon said, arching his back to take the dildo in deeper as the vibrations tickled against his balls.
“Yeah…it does,” James breathed as he reached up and gripped Leon’s shoulders. He yanked him down–again, with some sort of inhuman strength Leon hadn’t been aware of–and tucked Leon’s head against his neck.
“Okay. I’ve got you,” James whispered as he began thrusting up into Leon.
Leon was very pleased to find that he’d been right. James took over, threading his hand between them to alternate toying with each nipple and occasionally moving down to give Leon’s dick a few delicious strokes.
James bit into his neck and scratched down his back, and Leon felt wonderfully full and luxuriously pampered.
Every small spark of pain shot through him, inflating the balloon in his chest and causing his dick to weep all over James’ stomach.
All he could do was mouth at James’ neck and take everything he was given.
That soft, floaty feeling returned, and he began to rock gently back and forth, loving the added pull on his rim and the angle of every other one of James’ thrusts.
“Oh god, baby…yes…just like that…you’re so good…so good for me,” James whispered, and for some fucking reason, those tears came back again. It was like they were on a timer or something.
Leon knew James could feel them against his neck because he dug his fingers roughly into Leon’s back, using his grip as an anchor to fuck up into him with fervor.
“We’re okay,” James said, and Leon’s breath shattered. “We’re here, we’re okay, everyone’s okay, and I’ve got you.”
Leon squeezed his eyes shut until his vision turned starry and red.
All he wanted was to come in his boyfriend’s arms and then maybe get some sleep.
Instead, every frantic thought and jagged feeling tore through him, ripping through the balloon until everything it had been holding came bursting out.
“I love you,” he said, and James’ hips spasmed, slamming into him and holding in just the right angle. “James!”
“Leon,” James gasped, and his hips jerked once before he came with a soft cry.
It only took two quick jerks on his cock, and Leon’s climax exploded out of him.
It was like when stars went supernova. He’d learned about that on one of the many videos Aspen sent to their group chat.
A star would collapse in on itself, emitting a gigantic wave of energy that was so bright, it could outshine all the other lights in the galaxy.
Leon’s chest sort of felt like that, caved in and yet glowing with a light so bright, he was surprised he didn’t blind James with it.
As he came down from his orgasm, he clung desperately to James’ biceps, even when James rolled them onto their sides so he could pull out of Leon.
His head felt like it was full of cotton, and his mouth was full of sand.
Some part of him noted that James got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a warm cloth to wipe down Leon’s stomach and–with aching tenderness–Leon’s ass.
Those words bubbled up to the surface again, trying to escape through his caved-in chest, but thank fuck he knew to keep them inside.
He’d already blurted them out once. He had to try to be at least a little more purposeful the second time.