Willan #2
“Is that… is that a dildo and a butt plug enshrined in flowers?” Because it really looks like there is at least a dildo and butt plug in amongst the flowers.
“Yeah.” Nikolo sounds half amused at his tattoo and half irritated that I’ve stopped.
“What? Why?” I palm the cheek with a giddy laugh, squeezing and moulding the muscle and dragging my thumb over the bright colours.
Thrusting into my fist, Nikolo realises it’s a lost cause with the tattoo in my face.
He turns to face me, his erection brushing my cheek and teasing my lips.
Before I can follow and taste the precum beading on his crown, he takes hold of my ponytail and hauls me to standing, wrapping his other arm around my waist to palm my ass.
“Because I was young, and dumb, and thought it was hilarious to tattoo my favourite sex toys on me forever.”
“Your favourite?” The vision of Nikolo filling his ass with the bright pink dildo permanently etched on his ass almost brings me to my knees. He must feel the way my dick jerks where it’s sandwiched between us, because his coy smile deepens.
“Uh huh. Wanna see?” He trails his finger up my spine and back down again, letting it dip between my cheeks.
“Wanna give it a whirl?” He taunts, lips so close to my ear they are almost kissing it.
His body is hot from the shower and taut from stretching up to reach me.
His cock slides against my stomach with each of his unconscious wiggles.
I’m one wrong move away from coming. I drop my forehead to his and grind right in.
“I think I’ll die if we don’t.” I admit hoarsely.
“Can’t have that can we?”
My mouth crushes against his. He must shut the water off as I scoop him up in my arms, because I sure as shit didn’t do it.
“I can’t believe you can lift me up.” He sounds genuinely impressed, wrapping his legs around my waist, hands gripping at my shoulders.
We’re still saturated, but getting dry takes time, and would mean not kissing him anymore, and I don’t think I can do that.
I can’t even answer him back for being a smart ass.
I do, however, toss him on the bed when we get to the room.
“Where is it?” I all but growl, ignoring Nikolo’s smug smile as he resettles himself in the middle of the bed, watching me with unadulterated glee.
“Top drawer.” He nods at the dresser and with blind focus I rip it open, digging around until I find my quarry.
Nikolo has no shortage of toys, but once I find the one I’m after—and grab something for myself—I slam the drawer shut.
He’s already got the lube out, and gotten a start on making use of it, by the looks of his slick cock in his fist.
“Fuck, you are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I admire the slow way he strokes his dick, and the way the lamp he’s turned on creates shadows on his rippling muscles.
Tossing the supplies on the bed, I climb on and crawl my way up the length of Nikolo’s body, his legs widening to make way for me. Skimming a hand up his thigh, I sit back on my heels.
“Anything I should know? Protection?” My common sense gathers enough brain cells to check in.
Nikolo shakes his head, rubbing his curls against the pillow, eyes heavy lidded.
“No. Nothing. Bare.” I love the way he leans in so readily, diving headfirst into his lust. There’s no reservation or self consciousness. He’s like a devotee of Lust itself, offering himself up to the Gods. “Can I bite you?”
I lick my lips and look at the fangs that are once again digging into his lip now that he’s not trying to talk. A shiver of need wracks through me.
“Gods, yes.” The words rush out of me, just as I rush at him, blanketing his body in mine.
The kiss is a burning fire of need. Hands grapple to touch as much as possible, to the point of getting in the way of each other.
In the heat of it, I manage to find the lube and coat my hand. My hand finds its way between his thighs, pressing on his taint before dipping further to circle his hole.
Nikolo ruts against my hand, encouraging me as I press against it. We groan together when my finger slips inside, Nikolo’s mouth going slack with pleasure as I sink inside him.
“You like that?” I murmur, dusting kisses along his cheeks and pumping my finger deeper and deeper. “You like me opening you up? Getting you ready so I can fuck you?”
Nikolo only becomes softer, whimpering and arching his hips up to meet the thrusts of my fingers.
Nikolo is like a multifaceted crystal, and this simpering, needy princess in bed is just one more side to him I am desperate to draw out.
With my cheek pressed to his, I’m held together only by my need to make this everything for him.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you.” Withdrawing my finger, I plunge back in with two.
Nikolo cries out a garbled “yes”, attaching himself to my neck, mouthing at my straining tendons.
I fuck my fingers into him, stretching his hole and rutting against his hip to alleviate the aching pressure building up in me.
I haven’t forgotten what started this, though, and with monumental effort I sit back.
“Roll over.” I command with a rough grunt.
Nikolo might already be a needy mess, but he’s a compliant needy mess, rushing to get on his stomach and shoving pillows under himself to get his ass in the air.
I give into the impulse and give it a hard smack, enjoying the way the tattooed globes bounce, and the white hand print I leave behind so much I do it again.
Ever the brat, Nikolo arches his back more, looking for another spanking, but I leave him hanging and reach for the dildo instead.
The pink dildo is of incredible quality, surprisingly similar in length and thickness to myself but with scale-like ridges just under the head.
“You ready?” I ask, giving my leaking dick a stroke as I run the dildo up and down the seam of his ass, letting it catch on the rim of his hole.
“Just do it already or I’ll do it myself.” He sasses, and I have to let go of my dick to give him the sharp smack he’s asking for. His back arches delightfully, his thighs rising either side of me.
Before the sting fades, I plunge the dildo inside his slick hole.
“Oh, fuck, oh Gods, Willan.” Nikolo’s muttered groan is muffled by the pillow.
He may be a bit of a princess demanding pleasure, but he still eagerly meets my thrusts. With my free hand I stroke and pet his back, occasionally stopping to squeeze and mould his ass to watch the bright pink toy disappear into him.
The air swirls around us, tickling my heated, over-sensitised skin. I’m too lost in the moment to control my magic. I bite down on my lip, needing the pain to balance out the excess feeling vibrating through me.
I wonder what it would be like for him to bite me? For me to bite him? To feel his skin give way to my teeth and taste his blood on my tongue. To feel more than just the teasing graze of his teeth dragging over my skin, but to feel him bite me, drink from me. Take me into him in every way possible.
Gods, I don’t think I’ve craved anything more than to feel that—all of that—with him. I can see why people turn by accident.
Almost mindless with lust, my thrusting and the scaled ridges of the dildo turn Nikolo into a babbling mess.
“Please, Willan.” He whines, his abs contracting and body curling in pleasure. “No more teasing. I need you.”
He sounds devastatingly desperate.
The sound that rips through me is almost unrecognisable, but even half feral I am careful taking the dildo from him and tossing it aside. Before I fuck him, there’s something I want.
I find the butt plug with scales that match the dildo where I left it and quickly lube it up.
Blurry eyed, Nikolo looks back over his shoulder to see what’s taking so long.
“Can I?” I hold the plug up and Nikolo beams at me blearily.
“I insist. So long as you hurry up and fuck me.”
He flops over, rising up on his elbows, so he can watch as I lube up the bulb and work it into my ass. It’s not ideal, and I could have done with more prep but with Nikolo sprawled in front of me, slowly stroking his cock, I relish the feeling of it stretching me open.
Nikolo purrs in approval, reaching around to stroke and massage my thigh. It makes his obliques flex and stretch, and his tattoos dance.
The widest part slips inside as his fingers tease the sensitive seam where my ass meets my thighs. Gasping loudly, my eyes squeeze tight against the sensations flooding me, threatening to spill me over the edge before I’ve had the chance to fuck Nikolo like he deserves.
His hand on my hip tugs me back to reality, coaxing me down. Opening my eyes, I’m met with his debauched smile and heated gaze.
I let him pull me down, falling until I’m once again covering him. He wraps his powerful thighs around my back, his heels urging me forward and dragging my cockhead against his slick hole. Bracing myself on one arm I shudder as my crown snags on the puckered rim, almost slipping inside.
Nikolo’s legs tighten like a steel vice, his arms wrapping around me too, to haul himself up to whisper in my ear.
“Come on, fuck me, Teach.”
Teeth clamp onto my ear, tugging just to the edge of too much. Gods tits, I’m not going to survive him.
His snickers cut off into a shout of pleasure when I thrust into him, burrowing myself deep inside him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Nikolo chants in time with my pounding thrusts.
The slap of my hips against his ass fills the room, as I drive into him again and again.
Raised on the pillow like he is, I’m at the perfect angle to hit his prostate just perfectly, but he’s barely able to move more than short, frantic thrusts.
Really, he just holds me tightly to him like his life depends on it, and buries his face in my neck.
I think mine might.
The feel of his tight, wet heat and the plug filling my ass is almost too much. When he scrapes his teeth against my neck, I almost come undone.
“Do it.” I beg, tipping my head to the side to erase any doubt about what I mean.