Chapter 6
You might just pad my ego
Moros
He’s trembling and so fucking wide eyed as he stares at my cock that I wonder if he’s ever considered this before.
Has he ever seen one beside his own before?
It's almost like he’s enamored by the sight, enthralled by my piercings as his fingers dance down my length to count each one through the bottom of my shaft with a silent puckering of his lips.
“You wanna taste, don’t you?”
He shakes his head no but whispers a yes so I move closer. Work the tips of my fingers into his tight hole. Search for that magic spot that’ll make him forget all about any reservations he might have about fucking another man.
And fuck is what we’re gonna do once I loosen him up enough to not hurt him.
If I can wait that fucking long.
“Moros,” he murmurs like a prayer, pink tongue poking out to wet his lips. “I really wanna suck you off.”
That pulls a snort from my throat and makes my balls tingle.
“Alright.”
He inches closer, hot breath fanning over my swollen cock head, my foreskin tingling with its retreat as if in invitation.
“But I also really, really want you to fuck me.”
My curse punches out of my tightening gut, and I can’t help myself.
I shove my two fingers knuckle deep in his ass despite his wince. His hole is tight, strangling my digits and doing all sorts of shit to my balls.
“Well? Start sucking.”
“Shit, okay.” He licks those puffy fucking lips again, hesitant. “Okay.”
His face is pinched as he plants his lips on my tip, but his eyes are set ablaze.
What a contradiction.
“Better start using those lips for something, kitten,” I half growl when he just stays there, pressed against my straining cock, my fingers working in and out of his hole.
I bury my free hand in his curls and grip tight, giving him a tug. He takes one last glance at me, one last flash of pain-filled lust in his hazel eyes before he wraps those fucking lips around me and sucks.
Precum leaks from me, and he groans at the taste before diving down my shaft and taking me all the way to the back of his throat.
“Fuck, kitten,” I groan as he constricts around me, fighting a gag and losing the battle. “You’re a dirty little cock whore, aren’t you?”
A water-filled gaze meets mine, and as his lips stretch around me, he nods. Swallows.
His hole flutters around my fingers and his tip leaks.
It’s a fucking sight to see his chatty fucking mouth filled and silent for once.
My fingers graze that spot inside him and he lets loose the filthiest sound I’ve ever heard, his moan garbled by how full his mouth is, his eyes rolling back.
I thrust harder into him, tagging him repeatedly until he’s spilling onto the bedding.
He’s panting around me, suckling my cock as he comes down from the high of a prostate orgasm.
My jaw is tight when he finally looks up at me, eyes wide and clear.
“If you think that was it, you’re mistaken,” I growl, and he visibly shudders.
I tug his on his hair, and he fights releasing my cock.
“You said you wanted me to fuck you.” His jaw unhinged and his muscles go lax. “That’s what I thought.”
Pulling my fingers from him makes him wince, the glide of the lube officially gone and his skin pulls.
I spit a wad right on his rim and work it in to get my fingers out without hurting him.
His chest is heaving when I kneel between his legs.
“Is it gonna hurt?”
Swiping up his cum, I massage it into his hole.
“A little,” I answer honestly with a rasp to my voice and a heavy restraint to my movements.
“Fuck, okay,” he breathes out and lifts his legs up, exposing himself to me fully. “Just fucking wreck me, Moros.”
With the last of the jar’s contents and more spit, I finally nudge my head against his hole. My control is shot. My balls are so fucking heavy as I grip his ankles.
If I don’t come soon, I might pass out.
The need only gets stronger as I push against his rim, stretching him to the max, and then pop!
My cock head slips past the first tight ring, and he cries out.
In pain.
Not in the same pleasure I feel with him strangling me.
“It stings!”
“Just breathe.”
“Moros,” he cries, eyes shining with tears. “It's more than a little. You said it was gonna hurt just a little.”
“Shhh, kitten,” I murmur and rub my thumbs in circles over the backs of his heels. “If I pull out now, I’ll hurt more—”
“Moros!”
He wriggles like he’s trying to get up, to back away, the movement dislodging tears from his dark lashes as I latch harder onto his feet.
“Amo,” I snap. “You’re gonna fucking hurt yourself more. Stop moving.”
That gets his attention enough that he falls still, his chest and hole both fluttering.
“I didn’t know it was gonna burn so bad. Make it stop. Make it stop.”
Through gritted teeth and non-existent patience, I whisper strained encouragement. Shit like take a breath and what the fuck did you think was gonna happen?
I’ve never been good at those.
So, when his face stays red and his damn eyes keep getting glassier, I lean down over him as best I can without ramming into his hot fucking hole.
I take a taste of his neck, little indents from my last bite tempting me all over again on his shoulder, tongue and lips roaming across his collarbones.
“Try to push me out—” my words get lost in a groan as he fists around me, “—now relax.”
His nails sink into my shoulders, and he sighs into my ear, his hole pulsing but releasing just enough.
I don’t tell him that it sucks me in a little bit deeper.
“Again.”
He complies, his movements bringing my orgasm right to the forefront.
“Can you … like … get it in now?”
“Not yet.”
The whine he lets out surprises me enough to pull back. I can see that his cheeks are back to that arousal pink instead of almost pale and fuck, it makes my balls draw up.
“Please? I think … I think I need you to move.”
Quick and loud, I smack the tips of my fingers against the outside of his hip, and he yelps.
“What the fuck was that for?” he squeals out, eyes narrowing at me.
“Don’t beg me right now.”
For a long beat, he just stares at me. Watching my face as he clenches and unclenches that hole around me, his body like sweet fucking velvet.
“Fuck me, Moros,” he finally murmurs, and I snap.
All control gone.
All humanity gone.
Not that I had any left anyway.