36. Reward #3
“Speak for yourself; I could definitely come from just kissing you,” I argue, not even just for the sake of arguing; my dick has been like one brush away from exploding for so long, I could probably just come from my imagination at this point, let alone something as overwhelmingly erotic as kissing Qiang.
“Do you want to get fucked or not?” they ask haughtily.
The little smirk teasing at the corners of their mouth gives away how much they are enjoying me right now.
“Yes, please. If I get on all fours and wiggle my ass, will you spank it and call me a good boy?” I tease while taking my boxers off.
Qiang laughs at that while getting up to grab a towel to lay out on the bed, and snagging the lube out of the nightstand on their way back.
“Is ‘elbows and knees' the position you want?”
“Is getting to look back and watch you piston into me while you’re wearing that, something I want?” I pretend to think until Qiang just rolls their eyes and huffs out a laugh at me.
“Just get into position,” they sass, amusement lighting up their face.
I lean in and peck their mouth quickly before leaning down on my elbows and wiggling my now very exposed ass.
Qiang giggles before they lightly smack my ass, a light clinking of their top following the motion. They grab a handful of my asscheek and jiggle it a bit before smoothing out their hand and running it over my skin.
“Good boy,” they purr, and even though I was mostly teasing, my entire soul lights up at the praise. I wonder if maybe there isn’t a bit of an undiscovered kink lying somewhere in there.
Their hand drifts up along my spine before running back down the expanse of my back. It’s soothing in the most erotic of ways. My body is melting into them, while heat courses just beneath the skin.
“It’s ridiculous how unbelievably sexy you are,” they praise breathlessly while their hands continue to trail and map out the contours of my body.
I turn around and grin at them, completely unable to hide how much I love that they find me sexy.
I mean, I’ve always known, on some level, they did, with the way they look at me, and with the way they were completely unable to look away from me when they were trying so hard to convince themself they didn’t want me.
But I absolutely love that we’ve reached a place where they can say something like that so freely.
Their eyes meet mine, and they roll them in response to whatever expression is on my face. “Don’t be a cocky asshole,” they mutter in exasperation.
I can’t help but laugh. “I mean, I’m about to be one,” I point out.
And then suddenly the pad of Qiang’s finger is ever-so-lightly pressing against my hole, and my head drops heavily while a needy whine punches out of me. My whole body immediately hyperfocuses on the barest touch of theirs there.
“You were saying?” they ask lightly, knowing what they just did to me and bragging in their own way.
“I was saying ‘please, my dearest, pretty Qiang, keep doing that’,” I breathe out, not giving a single ounce of a fuck how needy and vulnerable I’m letting myself be for them.
“That’s what I thought I heard,” they purr again, their finger leaving for a moment to spread my cheeks wide.
My responding laugh dies on another moan as a trill from their top twinkles erratically for the briefest moment just before the feathery touch of their tongue flits across my hole. My body jerks forward, ever so slightly, as my nerves ping wildly at the sensation.
We’ve played quite a bit with fingers and butt plugs to train my body for their cock.
I didn’t know if I’d enjoy it; the most I’d ever explored before them was with my own fingers.
But Qiang’s fingers are fucking magical.
I went from ‘meh, it’s alright’ to ‘how the fuck have I gone my whole life without that’ within just a few days.
I had to get used to it at first, but once my body relaxed into it, it ate it up.
Tongues are new, though. Well, not me using my tongue on Qiang, but them using theirs on mine. In all fairness, while I’ve done a lot, using my tongue on someone’s hole wasn’t something I’d ever done until Qiang.
Their tongue swirls around my hole, and the rest of whatever train of thought I was on disintegrates right out of my head. Every part of me focuses on the feel of their tongue as it prods at me, while the barest sliver of reasoning manages to somehow keep me on my elbows and knees.
Teeth nibble at my hole, and electricity flares to every part of my body. And when I think it can’t get any better than that, their lubed-up fingers join the mix. Heavy moans flood out of me, while their fingers work me open and their tongue continues to flit from my hole all the way to my sack.
They’ve gotten to know my body over the past week, along with all the little extra-sensitive places to touch that drive me wild. It’s knowledge they’re putting to good use, working my body like the most finely-tuned instrument so perfectly it has my cock pulsing painfully against my stomach.
“Qiang, pretty, fuck,” I whine out, barely even able to say that much as pressure builds in my spine so strong it has my cock kicking.
“I’ve got you, babe. Come for me,” Qiang breathes out, nipping my cheek before thrusting their fingers in the perfect angle to throw me over the edge. The flurry of metal clangs behind me only adds to the pressure building in my body.
I’ve been edging for a while, so it didn’t take long or much at all to be on the verge of coming.
I’m not even touching myself. While I made the observation earlier that they could probably make me come from just a kiss, coming untouched is something that’s never happened for me before.
Until now, with Qiang. Of course, it’s with Qiang.
Everything has always felt good, but I never realized how good it could actually feel until them.
My cock throbs once more before I fall apart, the time spent edging making the intensity amp up with each spurt of cum that shoots onto the towel below us.
My body seizes up as their mouth slowly drifts from my ass and trails up my spine, holding me together while simultaneously still taking me apart.
“Just like that, babe. Fuck, you’re so hot,” they praise in my ear, making my body throb even harder.
I don’t know how they do that shit. Just take me down, cell by cell, and rewrite themself into each one before putting me back together. There’s no longer a part of me that they haven’t managed to etch themself into.
They let me ride out my high, a steady stream of praises filling the silence while their thumbs rub calming circles into my hips. When my breath returns to normal, they flit their fingers down my spine one more time.
“Are you ready for this?” they breathe out, the head of their cock resting ever-so-lightly against my hole. I look back behind me to find their shorts are gone. I didn’t hear them take them off, but they must have at some point while I was coming down from my orgasm.
I nod my head, barely coherent. I thought I wanted this earlier, but that was nothing compared to how my body needs it now. I need to have them inside of me; my chest is locked up so tight with anticipation it might kill me if they don’t hurry up and fill me with their cock.
“So ready, please, pretty. Need you so bad,” I whine out, not caring how desperate I sound.
It’s not like I’ve ever tried to pretend I didn’t need them as desperately as I do anyway.
The tip of their cock pushes just a bit against my hole. “Breathe, baby. And bear down, like we practiced,” they coax.
I let out a deep breath, and then pull the next one in. On the next exhale, the tip of their cock breaches me. I bear down while their cock starts to fill me. My jaw drops, the fullness coming with a sting as my body reshapes itself around the feel of them.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. You’re doing so good, just keep breathing,” Qiang praises, their voice strained and breathless behind me.
I turn my head to look back at them. They are so goddamned pretty, with the shiny pieces of metal decorating their perfect body, and their eyes fixated on where we’re connected, with an expression that’s so full of awe and lust it has me trying to rock back just a bit to get more of them in me.
“Slow, Marcus,” Qiang grunts out, their fingers curling into my thighs as a warning.
My body is at war. It’s clenching just slightly at the burn of them pushing into me, yet it’s so impatiently greedy for more that I’m having to fight back the urge to rock backward again and take it.
Qiang’s hands stay steady on my hips, though—a reminder to keep me in place until they are finally fully seated inside me.
It’s fucking everything, just like I knew it would be.
I’m so fucking full, and it’s them, my dream since the moment I saw them.
And maybe that dream started with just wanting this, but I know all the emotion and tension that built between then and now make this so much more than anything I could possibly have imagined then.
“You good?” they ask, checking in.
“I don’t know, am I?”
I don’t even know where the capacity in my head exists to tease them at a moment like this, but that’s what popped out when I’d only meant to say yes.
“And you have the nerve to call me a brat,” they laugh breathlessly behind me while slowly pulling their cock out of me.
My brain imprints the feel of them as they move inside of me until there’s nothing left but the head resting just inside the ring of muscle.
“One more chance, Marcus. Are you good?”
“So fucking good, I want more. Put it back in,” I whine.