18 - Finally, Miles
Tristan Chase-Morgan
"Make out with Miles. I'll be right back."
"Yes, Sir." Dazed, Tristan tried to focus on his rush of happiness at the thought of Leander getting exactly what he yearned for: Darren fucking the hell out of him.
But what he ached for was what Darren had promised him.
He slid off Leander to let him join Darren in the other room, achingly empty without him.
But then Miles was pulling him closer, claiming his mouth with a groan.
Miles immediately pushed his fingers back into him - must have been at least three this time - fucking him in slow thrusts. "I'll do anything you need me to, Tristan," he groaned against his mouth, voice throaty with desire. "If you're not ready for this, we don't have to -"
"Please, fuck me." The words gasped past Tristan's lips before he could stop them. But this was all he could think about. He had to ask for it. "Please, Miles. I need you inside me, I need you to claim me, I - "
"Shhh..." Miles kissed away his words, twisting his fingers inside him, the rush of sensation making him gasp and whine in pleasure. "Of course, sweetheart. God, you're so sweet. I wanna fuck you so bad."
He grabbed a fresh condom off the bed as the others returned.
Tristan recognized the base of one of Leander's thickest toys in Darren's pert ass, a curved purple silicone that stretched him open.
He moved easily, even while wearing it, settling down by the headboard again, and lost no time in pulling Leander down onto his lap, back against his chest. "Come here.
Let me give you a nice view of the boys while I fuck your hot little ass.
You want to watch them, don't you?" he purred into Leander's ear, spreading Leander's thighs and reaching between them to press his fingers up into him.
Leander shuddered, gasping, already giving himself over completely. His head fell back against Darren's shoulder, but his eyes raked over Tristan and Miles darkly. "Yes. So much. I wanna watch him finally fuck Tristan with that huge cock while you pound my ass."
"You dirty little whore." Darren nipped at his earlobe, grinning, and grabbed the condom Miles tossed at him. He favored his sub with a smile as he tore it open. "Go on, love. Like we talked about. Hard and deep. I need you both whimpering and begging to come."
"Holy fuck, yes - !" Leander's breath ended in a whine as Darren repositioned him, pushing up into him with jerked, insistent thrusts. "Oh God, yes!"
"You were talking about fucking me?" Tristan could hardly believe it.
In answer, Miles manhandled him to kneel on the edge of the bed, facing Leander.
He pulled Tristan back against his chest, the ridge of his cock hard and thick as he rutted between the cheeks of Tristan's ass.
His hands were everywhere, stroking his chest and flanks and belly and hips as he sucked and bit at the crook of Tristan's neck with a groan.
"Of course I was talking about fucking you," he groaned, giving a harder thrust. "After watching you last night in that cute little sex suit...
fucking your tight little ass so desperately on your master's cock.
Fuck, having you in my lap last night...
I burned to pull you down onto me and fuck you so hard. "
Tristan groaned helplessly at his next thrust, aching with need. "Do it, then. Take me. Oh God, Miles, please fuck me, please, I - oh - !"
Even just the press of Miles's huge cock pushed the breath from his lungs.
Miles wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him close as he teased him.
Each rock of his hips pushed the flared head against his hole, then eased away, pressing harder each time.
Even after having his fingers inside him, Miles was still overwhelmingly thick.
He lavished kisses on the side of Tristan's neck, on his ear, breath hot and ragged.
"Come on, little one. Relax for me. Let me give you what you need.... Ohhh God, that's it...!"
Tristan willed himself to relax, groaning as his body finally yielded, stretching around Miles with a spidery ache of intensity.
But then it was easy to push back against him, panting as his thick cock pushed deeper.
In a few hard thrusts, Miles was grinding deep inside him, buried to the hilt, filling him so tight.
His fingers dug into Tristan's hips, and he groaned against his neck, like he'd never felt anything as good as being one with him.
Or perhaps that was Tristan's own feelings. He'd played with toys this big before, but it was nothing like Miles's actual cock. Miles's thick shaft stretched him open, each helpless buck of his hips rubbing over Tristan's sweet spot and sending a flood of pleasure through him. "Haah!"
Despite all the fantasies of his youth, he couldn't have ever imagined this.
The physicality of it - being cradled against Miles's chest, the strength of his embrace, the intensely exquisite pleasure of being filled by his cock - was second only to the elation of finally having all of his longing and desire answered and returned by this wonderful man.
"Like this?" Miles panted.
"Yes!" It was too much and simultaneously not enough. "God - ohhh, Miles!" Tristan tried to rock onto him with a sob, only to have Miles hold him closer, rubbing his free hand over his chest and stomach.
"You okay?"
Tristan nodded and moaned an affirmative despite barely managing to draw breath. "More, please - " he gasped, and Miles groaned, fingers tightening on his hip to hold him still.
Miles stroked down farther, just ghosting Tristan's erection where it jerked against his stomach. "Shh... be patient, sweetheart... ohh, God, you feel incredible around my cock... we can't come before they do."
The thought of waiting was as torturous and tantalizing as the slow rock of Miles inside him.
He knew he could handle it, though. He ached to please both his beloved Master and their wonderful guests with his obedience and restraint.
And after waiting so long, he wanted to etch every moment of having Miles inside him into his memory.
He reached back and turned his face to Miles to pull him into a kiss, fingers tangling in his hair. "Miles - "
"I'm here." Miles's breath was ragged, hot against his lips, as overwhelmed as Tristan felt. He buried himself to the hilt again, grinding deep inside him, pushing a trembling cry from Tristan's lips at the rush of pleasure. "God, Tristan, you feel so fucking good!"
On the bed in front of them, Leander gave a mewling cry, drawing Tristan's attention. His husband had pulled his feet up to brace on the bed, putting himself even more on display as he tried to fuck down into Darren's thrusts. "Oh fuck yeah, fuck me like that, oh God please, harder...!"
"Pretty slut," Darren growled. "Should have done this at the party. We could have pushed you and Tristan over the back of the couch and fucked the hell out of both of you."
"Needed you inside me the instant I saw you," Leander gasped, crying out at a harder thrust. "Oh God, yes - !"
He looked so beautiful. So uninhabited, flushed and gasping with pleasure with each thrust of Darren's cock. Watching Leander let go was unexpectedly euphoric, and for a moment, all Tristan could do was take it in.
He was no stranger to fucking Leander, of course, with toys and his cock, drawing out his Master's passion and pleasure until he was trembling and begging to come.
But there had always been a part of Leander that couldn't quite let go of his need to adore and take care of him, so Tristan had always known that he'd need help getting Leander here.
He'd longed for this, longed for Leander to experience the pleasure and release of a top who could truly bring out his beautiful lover's submissive side.
Leander's obvious enjoyment and pleasure were a deeply gratifying reward. Tristan arched against Miles, nerves radiant with joy. "Oh yes..."
"Beautiful Tristan..." Miles worshiped his neck with kisses as he continued to move in him slowly, one arm still tight around his waist. Each thrust a rush of bliss, stoking his passion higher.
He stroked his other hand over his torso, palming across his stomach, then over his chest. His thumb and forefinger caught and worried one nipple gently as he started to use him harder again.
Tristan could barely breathe. Each thrust was an agonizing rush of stimulation against nearly over-sensitive nerves, but he couldn't let himself come yet. He pressed closer to Miles, trembling. Reaching back, he grabbed Miles’s hip blindly to help anchor himself, crying out in pleasure as his body screamed for release, yet still never wanting it to end.
Miles's hips stuttered up harder, his breath ragged against his skin, voice rough. "Shh, little one," he rasped, words breathless kisses along his ear, starting to rock in him more desperately. "I've got you... God, you're so good, sweetheart, you're such an incredible fuck!"
Thankfully, Darren seemed as desperate. He groped down Leander's stomach to wrap his fingers around him, stroking in counterpoint to his hard thrusts. "Come on, my pretty whore. Come on my cock like I know you want to, come for me - "
"God!" Leander bucked down onto his cock desperately, starting to spill in his fingers even as Darren was still speaking. He was transcendent under Tristan's gaze. Or perhaps that was his own feelings, the overwhelming pleasure and agony of restraint vivid and intoxicating.
He wanted to keep watching, but his own pleasure was too intense.
All he could think about was the push of Miles's cock, the need to come, and the need to hold off and please him.
He sobbed in pleasure as Miles began to use him urgently, shuddering against him under the onslaught. "Please - oh God, please!"
"Come on, sweetheart - it's okay - you can come now - oh God, Tristan - !
" Miles stroked down to take him in hand, and Tristan let go of control with a sobbed cry, clenching down around his thick shaft.
The pleasure of orgasm rushed through him, intense and overwhelming.
It blacked out everything except the frantic push of Miles's cock: the desperate, stuttered thrusts as Miles pulsed even thicker inside him, mouth pressed to his neck, crying out into his skin.
Miles was coming inside him. Claiming him.
For a long moment afterwards, nothing quite seemed real.
Tristan's thoughts stuttered to nothing, body singing in the aftermath of pleasure.
Of having sex with Miles, this kind, handsome man that had meant so much to him, but he'd thought gone forever.
Miles was here, Miles desired him. Miles had made love to him, and Leander...
"Oh my fucking God." At Leander's dazed moan, Tristan forced his eyes open to see his husband still lying breathless and boneless against Darren's chest, stomach streaked in his own spend.
Leander was exquisitely, entirely, wrecked.
Tristan was sure he didn't look any less debauched. He gave Leander a breathless smile, sagging into Miles's embrace with a sigh of pleasure. He tilted his head for the slow kisses Miles trailed up his neck as he panted into his skin.
Leander's eyes moved over them, giving a soft, undeniably appreciative moan. Then he turned his face back to Darren for a breathless kiss, smiling. "Thank you very, very much."
"No, thank you." Miles's words vibrated softly against Tristan's throat, fingers stroking low on his stomach, slick with his seed. "You've been so kind and generous... inviting us into your home, giving us such a precious gift..."
"Tristan, maybe. My slutty little asshole isn't so precious." Leander grinned, and Darren chuckled, nuzzling his ear.
"Is that how you want to play it, then? Slutty little rich boy gifting us free use of his obedient submissive in exchange for a good, hard dicking?"
Despite being spent, Tristan couldn't help but shiver at the thought, tightening around Miles's softening cock where it still filled him.
Miles moaned softly. "You like the idea of that, don't you?
My sweet little bunny... giving himself over to our every whim at his Master's orders... for his Master's pleasure..."
Tristan managed a breathless response. "If you do."
Miles's lips traced the shell of his ear. "I very much do. But I like the idea of a lot of things when it comes to you, sweetheart."
"We'll debrief when we're home again," Darren said, fingers stroking idly over Leander's chest. "We'll debrief, and Leander and I can negotiate, see where we want things to go next. If you want to see us again, of course."
Leander gave a soft, incredulous laugh. "After getting fucked like that? Hell yes."
"It won't just be getting fucked." Darren shifted enough to look at him. "If you want this to be a regular thing, you're going to have to submit to me. Is that something you're prepared for? Can you trust me to teach my husband to Master your sweet boy while you give yourself to me?"
Leander's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping his lips. "Oh, yes. I... I'd like that very, very much, Sir."
He looked so blissfully submissive, and Darren was so tender and strong. It was everything Tristan had ever hoped for, ever yearned for from a dom for him. And if giving Leander to Darren meant...
He twisted in Miles's embrace to catch his mouth in a trembling kiss, heart aching with joy. "I really want this," he breathed against his lips. "Please let me serve you, Miles. It feels so incredible."
"How could I ever decline such a precious, beautiful gift?" Miles kissed him longer, his free hand stroking his side.
"Miles." At Darren's call, Miles's attention was on him immediately. Darren smiled, that adoring, proud smile Tristan had seen before. "Don't let your sub get tired. Come lie down with us. They'll need cuddling, proper aftercare. And if they're good, maybe aftercare sex later."
Leander bit his lip on a moan, and Tristan's desire flared in a soft rush. The thought of being pressed under Miles on the bed, making love... or perhaps on his side with Miles behind him, so he could kiss and touch Leander while they were both taken from behind...
"I'd like that too," he murmured, letting Miles urge him down against Leander's side.
Leander smiled at him, nearly glowing, and Tristan leaned in to give him the kiss he was longing for.
He'd been so proud of successfully inviting these hot men home with them.
Now, the idea that he may have secured for them something amazing, something truly unlike anything he could have ever imagined or hoped for made his heart sing with joy and pride.
He could get used to this, he thought, and turned his face up towards Miles's adoring smile for a kiss, lacing his fingers with Leander's.
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