Chapter four
FOUR
Thankfully, the power didn’t go out while Marcus was in the shower. He contemplated putting his clothes back on but settled for wrapping a towel around his waist.
The door to Marcus’s bedroom was open. Marcus stepped into the doorway and saw that Aiden had taken his suggestion to start without him.
A bottle of lube from Marcus’s bedside table was on the sheets, along with Aiden’s phone.
Aiden lay on his side, one leg bent and one arm twisted behind him to reach his hole.
He was pressing two fingers in and out. He saw Marcus in the doorway and they locked eyes.
Aiden didn’t pull his fingers from his hole.
Marcus didn’t move from his place in the doorway. He watched Aiden’s fingers twist and press, only sinking to the second knuckle.
“I can’t get deep enough,” Aiden said.
“That’s a shame,” Marcus said as he watched Aiden struggle to work his fingers deeper.
“Please help me,” Aiden asked. Marcus nodded and dropped his towel onto the floor. Aiden’s eyes dropped to Marcus’s cock.
“Were you texting your friend?” Marcus asked. Aiden nodded. He sunk his fingers as deep as he could reach.
“Why don’t we send him a photo?” Marcus asked. He walked to the bed and picked up the phone.
“Yes,” Aiden hissed. Marcus held the phone inches from Aiden’s face and the screen unlocked.
“This one?” Marcus asked, pointing to a texting app. Aiden nodded. “Great. Up on your knees.”
Aiden rolled onto his front. He went onto his forearms and knees. Marcus opened the app and the last texting string.
Power went out. You okay?
Yeah still have power here. Showed him the cage I think he liked it.
He’s in the shower. I think he might fuck me. I’m so horny. Fuck.
Lucky boy. Wish I was there so we could pass you back and forth all night.
“Hold yourself open, show him your hole,” Marcus said. He hit the camera button in the text string. Aiden lowered himself down onto his face and reached back. He pressed his fingers into his glutes and pulled them apart. His hole looked shiny and slick.
“Wider,” Marcus said. Aiden shifted his hands and pulled his ass cheeks as wide as he could. Aiden made sure to get both Aiden’s hands in the picture, so it was clear who had taken the photo.
“Send it,” Marcus said. He pushed the phone to Aiden. Aiden pushed himself back onto his forearms and navigated the phone under his nose. He looked at the photo and tapped the send button.
Marcus poured lube into his palm and slicked his cock. He settled behind Aiden and pressed a hand down onto Aiden’s back between his shoulder blades. Aiden sunk his chest onto the mattress.
Marcus brought his cock to the entrance of Aiden’s hole. He pushed gently, and the head of his cock eased inside. Aiden moaned softly.
“It’s probably going to take me awhile,” Marcus said, slowly sinking his cock into the tight, warm hole. “I’m not used to three times in a couple hours.”
“Take all night, oh my god,” Aiden cursed as Marcus filled him deeper than Aiden had been able to reach with his fingers.
Marcus started slow and indulgent. He watched his cock disappear inside Aiden’s hole over and over. Aiden buried his face in the sheets and moaned. Marcus reached under Aiden and cupped his hand over the cage, then Aiden’s balls.
“Please, please harder,” Aiden asked. He pushed his body back onto Marcus’s cock to speed up the pace.
“Yeah, okay,” Marcus ground out. He gripped Aiden’s hips and thrust hard. The sharp push forced a cry out of Aiden, and Marcus wanted to hear it again. He punched inside hard, angling upward into Aiden’s body.
“Yes! Please like that!” Aiden sounded wrecked, and Marcus was hooked. He dug his fingers into Aiden’s hips and pounded into him.
Aiden cried out with every thrust into his body. Marcus had never had a partner so loud. He sounded like a porn star, and Marcus wished he was recording it.
After several minutes of Aiden’s helpless cries, Marcus felt Aiden’s channel slowly tightening. It felt exquisite, and it seemed Aiden was having a similar reaction.
“Oh… oh fuck.” Aiden sounded breathless and helpless, like his body was out of his control. “Oh… oh!” Aiden gasped for lungfuls of air while his hole tightened like a vice. Marcus didn’t stop. Eventually, Aiden’s body drew so tight he snapped. Aiden threw his head back and wailed.
Marcus felt Aiden’s channel pulsing on his cock. He was thankful he had come twice already, there was no way he would have been able to keep it up without coming himself. Aiden panted and cried so loudly Marcus knew his neighbors could hear. And it didn’t stop.
Marcus expected Aiden to still and go limp, a signal that he was finished.
He didn’t. His voice became raw from shouting and his hole kept pulsing.
Marcus wanted to see how long he could keep Aiden in whatever state he was in.
His abs and thighs burned from the quick, hard thrusts, but he didn’t stop.
After several minutes, Aiden was nearly screaming into the mattress, ass bucking up to meet Marcus’s deep thrusts.
Marcus felt his balls drawing tight, and he knew he couldn’t last forever.
He tried to distract himself; he tried to focus on the pain in his muscles.
But the constant squeezing on his cock and the hoarse yelling from the man under him eventually won out.
“Fuck, fuck!” Marcus thrust deep and stilled as he shot into Aiden’s ass. Aiden sobbed when Marcus stopped.
Marcus carefully pulled out of Aiden and watched his hole slowly close. It was pink and shiny and some of Marcus’s come leaked out of the closing rim. Aiden collapsed forward onto the sheets. Aiden lay down next to him. They lay in silence for a few minutes, their breath slowing.
The power went out.
“Damn,” Marcus cursed.
“Mm,” Aiden replied.
“You okay?” Marcus asked. He reached down the bed and grabbed the bedspread. He pulled it over both of their bodies.
“Yeah,” Aiden said. His voice sounded hoarse.
“Did you come?” Marcus asked. He felt stupid asking that, but he didn’t know anything about chastity cages, or even prostate orgasms.
“Yeah,” Aiden said again. He must not be much of a talker post-orgasm. Then, “I’m in a wet spot.” Marcus snorted a laugh, then Aiden chuckled.
“Can you move out of it?” Marcus asked.
“Ugh,” Aiden responded. Then, Marcus felt the bed move. Aiden rolled and scooted and his front pressed against Marcus’s. Aiden slung an arm over Marcus’s chest.
“It’s going to get cold if the power stays off,” Marcus said.
“Good thing you were smart enough to bring home someone to keep your bed warm,” Aiden said.
They lay in the dark. Marcus was drifting in and out of sleep when Aiden’s phone vibrated somewhere in the bed. Aiden felt around for it and pulled it out from underneath the covers. Aiden rolled onto his back and grumbled about the wet spot again while he opened his messages.
“Bryce says thank you for the photo,” Aiden said. Marcus could see Aiden tapping on the phone with his thumbs, face lit up by the screen. “He says send a video next time.”