Chapter 48 Jericho
JERICHO
After dinner, we wash and dry the dishes, before Raiden decides on a movie.
My heart is thumping erratically in my chest as I sit down on the couch, and Raiden sprawls himself across my lap, his head on my legs and his feet curled under him and close enough to my left side I can rub his feet after the movie starts.
When the beginning credits run, Raiden yawns, his jaw cracking as he stretches out like a contented cat, practically purring as he settles in to watch the movie. It’s Hercules, one we’ve seen hundreds of times, and we’re likely to see hundreds more.
The Muses start their song and I rub the arch of Raiden’s foot, massaging the soft tissue until he groans in pleasure. My dick hardens in my pants in response.
I trail my fingers up his bare foot to his calf, rubbing the skin and feeling the soft hair on his legs against my palm as I trail them up his lean muscles and to the crease of his knee.
Raiden flinches, moving away from my ministrations, and glaring at me with fake heat in his eyes. “You know I’m ticklish back there,” he warns.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I tell him sincerely and ghosting my hand up to his thigh. His muscles are tight, the cords of muscle visible in the dim light from the movie. His skin is aglow with blue from the screen and I trace a cartoon cloud pattern on it, similar to the one on the screen.
He shivers, and goosebumps break out underneath my fingertips.
He doesn’t stop me as I keep tracing cartoon drawings on his thigh, agonizingly creeping my way closer to his cock.
It’s tucked away into the waistband on his tight shorts, the thin blue material calls my attention more than the movie on the screen.
Raiden fists the edge of my shirt in his palm, pulling it tight across the expanse of my chest, but his eyes are half-lidded and full of lust when I pull my gaze away from his hard cock.
Everything about him is a turn on for me, and I’ll weather any storm I need to be by his side.
I lean up, meshing our mouths together in a vicious tangle of heat, passion, and want.
He groans into my mouth, long and low, as he trails his hands across the top of my shoulders to tangle his hand into my blonde locks.
He loves running his hands through it as he falls asleep at night, so I’ve been growing it out.
He keeps our mouths secured with his tight grip in my hair as he trails his hands down to mine and intertwines them together over his hard dick.
Raiden nips my bottom lip, dragging the sensitive flesh inside his mouth and sucking the sting away. I maneuver our hands to cup him, feeling the jerk and flex of his cock as our mouths move in a sensual embrace.
Kissing him is better than anything I could have imagined.
Sex is fine, but the intimacy I feel with his hand in my hair and our mouths joined is unmatched.
It sets my blood on fire and freezes time until we’re the only two people left.
The only two people who share a soul and a heart. Everything I am is his.
I pull him out, his warm length thumps against his belly, leaving a smear of precum against the tight muscles of his lower abdomen.
“Jer–” He pulls away from my mouth to start and I silence him with a hard press of my mouth.
“Let me make you feel good, tiny dancer,” I say, kissing my way from his mouth to his ear, biting his lobe and sucking it into his mouth.
He rolls his head backwards, elongating his neck and showing off the flex of his muscles.
His Adam's apple bobs with a swallow and I bite it, feeling him flinch under my mouth from the sting of pain.
Raiden’s nod is small, but it’s all I need to keep exploring his body with my mouth, kissing and biting every inch of him I can. Leaving behind my mark and the knowledge that I’m the one keeping him on the brink of ecstasy with the mixture of pleasure and pain.
I nuzzle his cock, the smooth skin rubs against my cheek, uncovering the head of his cock for my viewing. He’s rock hard and leaking profusely, a small puddle of pre-cum is pooling underneath his belly button.
He tastes musky and sweet, my own personal nectar to keep me alive.
I suckle the tip of his cock, soaking in the feel of him on my tongue. Rigid and throbbing with every pulse.
“Jericho. Please.” Raiden’s whine is high pitched and throaty, louder than the movie we’re distracted from.
“Patience, baby,” I tell him, sucking him down until his tip hits the back of my throat. There’s a heady numbness spreading through my limbs as his cock cuts off my airflow. A sense of right and peace that settles over me as he trembles against me.
I pull back, gasping as I take air into my pounding lungs and breathe through the tightness of my throat fighting against closing up or gagging. A trail of spit sticks to his cock and leads to my mouth, the thin string a connection holding us together.
He rotates his hips, rubbing his wet cock across my cheek trying to aim towards my mouth. I rip his shorts away from his body until they’re around his ankles, two pretty cuffs of blue holding him hostage for me to do what I want to with.
Sucking on the side of his dick, I tug the foreskin into my mouth and watch him. He rolls his eyes upwards as he moans lewdly.
“Suck,” I demand, pulling my mouth off him and shoving my fingers in his mouth. “Get them nice and wet for me baby.” We haven’t gone this far yet. I’ve given him time and I’ve been patient, but I need inside him more than I need my next breath.
He sucks them into his mouth, coating them in his spit and keeping his eyes on me while he does. Brown irises clash with mine and I have to inhale a deep breath to calm down, lest I embarrass myself before we even get to the good part.
When they’re nice and wet, I wrap my arms around his legs and prop his hips up until his calves rest against my shoulders, holding him open and bare for my eyes.
His hole is smooth and soft, and I watch in amazement as I trail my wet fingers across his crease and watch him try to suck me in.
I ease my finger in until I feel resistance. “Let me in baby,” I say gently, not moving until he bears down against the pressure of one finger inside of him. To distract him I press a kiss to each of his ass cheeks, biting the flesh and sucking away the pain until there’s only a small red welt.
He bears down, and my finger enters his warm heat. I shiver, fighting off the urge to pull my own dick out and fuck him before I’ve adequately prepared him.
I kiss and lick and tease around his hole as I spread him open with one finger, taking my time to ease him into it. When he starts fucking back against my hand and begging for more, I gently push in the next finger.
“Jericho, I need more. Please.” He begs so fucking prettily.
A third finger squeezes in beside the second, his tight hole strangles me as I spit onto his hole to add some extra slick to help ease in.
I need him in the bedroom for what I actually want to do to him. We need lube, a blanket, and enough space for us to be able to spread out so I can test out the flexibility he never stops bragging about.
I slide my fingers free of him, watching his puffy, pink hole contract around nothing as it begs for my cock to fill him to the brim.
“What?” Raiden’s question is muddled with lust, but he squeals as I pick him up, wrapping his legs around my waist as I carry him to our bedroom.
I attack his lips with mine, sucking and biting, while avoiding running into walls as I keep him attached to me.
We somehow make it into the bedroom with no issues, and I toss him on the bed.
As I stare at him, face flushed with pleasure and a teasing smile on his lips, I have the strangest urge to cry. The sight of him, laying on our bed, and waiting for me to kiss him, is overwhelming.
He recovered from his injuries faster than anyone could have predicted.
He left the hospital not needing any other assistance.
He was able to live life as if he never stayed in the hospital.
It’s astounding to see how Gods pick and choose their favorites, but I’ll forever be grateful for Ema and Rodney naming Raiden after a strong, Japanese God.
Maybe he’s the one always looking out for him, like his own personal guardian angel, except guardian God.
“Are you going to stare at me all day, or fuck me? Because if you aren’t going to fuck me, I’m going to find the biggest dildo I have and–”
I pounce on him, folding his knees up until they rest by his head on the bed, and he’s folded completely in half, with his pretty hole on display.
“Ohhh f–fuck.”
“Oh fuck is right, tiny dancer, because you were talking all that shit, and now you’re about to pay.” I dig into the bedside drawer, pulling out the bottle of lube that we have stored here for our joint jerk off sessions. We’re going past jerk off sessions tonight.
I tilt the bottle upside down, spilling the slippery liquid down Raiden’s crease and letting it pool around his hole.
When I’m satisfied with the amount, I push it inside of him, prepping him with one finger while I slick up my cock.
The piercings underneath are still sensitive, catching on my hand and tugging with every pull and my eyes start to roll to the back of my head.
His knees are resting beside his ears, and his mouth is open wide as he exhales choppily. I keep my grip tightly locked on his thighs while I lean over him to spit in his mouth. He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing with the movement.
“Do you want me to fuck you? To stick my cock deep in your hole and fuck you full of my cum?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.” Raiden rotates his hips, his hole contracting as he flexes his ass muscles underneath my hands.
“Be good for me, “ I tell him, teasing his rim and feeling him open up underneath my fingertips. His ass is greedy for me, sucking me in and holding me so I can never leave. I don’t want to, I want to be inside him every minute I can. I want to live inside of him and never let him go.
I let his hips fall enough that he can rest his feet on my pecs, holding his hips up and giving me space to stuff him full of my cock. I tease his rim with the tip of my cock, feeling the wetness and heat pouring off him in waves.
I fill him to the brim, pushing past his tight ring of muscle and ignoring the pinch of pain from my piercings getting caught on his ass.
The bite of pain encourages me though, sparking pleasure deep inside of me as I bottom out inside of Raiden, feeling his warm, silken walls clenching tightly on my dick.
It’s even better than I imagined. He’s even better than I imagined.
His face is flushed and he’s nibbling on his bottom lip, pulling his lip ring into his mouth and suckling on it while I shuttle myself in and out of him, chasing my release.
I hit the spot inside of him, his body shakes and shutters as he moans wantonly, speared on my cock with nowhere to run as I hold his ankles in my tight grasp.
His dainty ankle bone feels fragile in my palm, my whole hand encircling him.
He’s so breakable but so strong. He is an oxymoron, two things that should cancel each other out but instead accentuate them even more.
My chaotic, beautiful storm.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby, choking my cock with your hole.” My chest rumbles appreciatively as my release starts to throb in my balls, the pleasure tingling every of my nerve endings.
Raiden throws his head back and moans, elongating his neck and the slight divot in the center calls for my mouth. I bend over, never missing a thrust, and swirl my tongue around the skin, tasting the slight hint of sweat and his floral body wash.
I put my hand on his chin, slipping my fingers into his mouth to gather his saliva. He moans around them, coating them in wetness, and I wrap my hand around his hard cock in between us. My tight grip gliding up and down his cock in time with my brutal thrusts inside his body.
Raiden’s body tightens, and with a long, broken moan, he releases all over my hand. His wetness seeping between my fingers sets my pulse pounding and my heart into overdrive as I fill him full of my cum, never stopping until my balls are completely drained inside of him.
I don’t pull out though, using my dick as a plug to keep my cum inside of him. I’ll leave my mark in his body until he can’t get rid of me, soaking me into his bloodstream so no matter how many times he washes out, he can never wash me away.
“I love you, tiny dancer,” I whisper into his soft hair as his breaths even out as he starts to drift off to sleep.
I follow behind him, no dreams keeping me awake or clinging to a hope that isn’t mine to have.
I have everything I need right here.