Page 87 of Absolution

“Yes,” Luca said. “Please. Touch me.”

I pressed my fingers back inside him, he let out a long sweet hiss of pleasure, and then I kissed his crease. It took a few seconds of internal pep talking but I licked a line down his crease, tasting orange and a musky, but not unpleasant flavor of him. Huh. Not bad. His hips shook with need.

Maybe I could do this. We didn’t have to fuck, I thought briefly, though I wanted to. However, I could make him come until he was too exhausted for anything else. And that was appealing in its own way, watching him come undone because of the little things I did to him.

I tasted his rim, again just the bite of orange candy and him. And the way my tongue made his hips shake spurred me on. I fucked him with my fingers, adding a fourth and pressing in deep, nudging his prostate as I licked around them.

The little sounds falling from his lips made my cock drip and ache, but I didn’t touch it. No, I wanted to see him come apart. Watch him drown in pleasure under my touch. He gripped the comforter and moved his hips back into my thrusts and lips, grinding himself into me when he could. It was too hard to maintain a solid pace, so I took hold of his hips with both hands to steady him, which meant I didn’t have enough hands to fuck him.

I frowned at his gaping hole which opened and squeezed like it was begging to be filled, while I held his hips in place. He tried to move, but I held him firm, hard enough to bruise, though he didn’t protest, instead he growled and groaned saying over and over again, “Please.”

That delicate hole begging for attention, I thought. So I teased at the rim again, flicking the tip of my tongue over him, fighting his strength as his body tried to press back for more. When I pushed my tongue into him for the first time, I worried that this wasn’t a thing, that he’d pull away, but his little “please, please, please,” turned into “yes, yes, yes.”

His cock dripped again, hard and dark, begging for touch. I was tempted to lie down and take him down my throat. He’d enjoy that, had every time I’d done it so far, but it wasn’t what he wanted right now. And I wasn’t done playing with him.

I licked at him then, inside and out, flicking into him, then around the rim and back inside. His breath came out in pants like he was running a marathon. Legs trembling to hold him up, but that was okay because I had him. Where his strength ended, mine continued. I traced my tongue across the side of his crease up to one round cheek where I carefully set my teeth and applied a little bit of pressure, just the slightest bite, no breaking of the skin, but Luca came again, his cry muffled in the pillow as he’d turned his head to fill his mouth with it.

Holy fuck he was so hot when he came undone. His body swaying like a dancer, come trailing over his perfect skin, face flushed and the indent of my teeth slightly marring his skin. I squeezed my cock so as not to come. Not yet. Fuck. I wanted to see him fall apart at least one more time before I came.

His entire body shook. “Fuck.”

“You okay?” I asked.

“You talk too much.”

“Okay?”

“Fuck me. Please.”

I stared at his still clenching hole, wondering what it felt like. The way he’d moved around my fingers and my tongue had been amazing. But I was much longer than my fingers.

He shoved the bottle of lube my way. “Please.”

And I wanted it. Wondered at how he would feel around me, muscles squeezing me, pulling me in. Would it hurt him? Did it matter? He didn’t seem to care, should I?

I opened the bottle and squirted some onto my hand, enjoying the smooth scent of it, not overly strong or sweet, and it felt smooth going on too. Luca’s gaze was locked on my cock as I stroked myself, coating it in lube.

Was I really going to do this?

“Please,” Luca begged.

I put the bottle aside and got to my knees, adjusted his hips for a better angle. Not so high, but still open, I pressed the head of my cock to his hole, expecting resistance, maybe his pain. I don’t know exactly.

The tip popped inside, and Luca’s little chants of please once again turned to “yes, yes, yes.” I wasn’t sure if I should keep moving forward. I knew from experience that the first entry was always more than a little bit of a burn. But Luca reached back and gripped my hip, guiding me forward.

I slid into his heat, breathless, devoured, and soon trembling myself. There was no resistance, just his body clenching and pulling me deeper. I waited for him to tell me stop, but it wasn’t until my sack rested against his taint and the back of his balls, and my cock was fully encased that I stopped. I leaned over him, breathing hard, trying to work out all the sensations and emotions rolling through me. His body still shivered around mine, causing his channel to contract and squeeze me until I was aching to move, cock begging for the friction.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“Yes,” Luca said. “Please fuck me.” He pressed his hips back against mine, grinding up together. “So fucking good. Sam…please.”

I put my hands to his hips again, steadying myself as much as positioning him, then pulled back slowly, leaving the tip inside and sliding back in. This wasn’t about speed right that second, though I knew it would be too much to hold back soon. It was about the feeling of him around me. The sensation of bare skin swallowed by delicate heat. Both of us aching with need.

I rolled my hips in an easy rhythm, closing my eyes to bathe in the sounds of Luca’s moans and the grip of his channel around me. Every few seconds I would shove in deep, grind my hips into him, pressing hard into his recesses, then slide out for another slow dance. It was good in a way I’d never imagined sex to be. I flirted on the edge of release for a while, almost ready to come when I’d pull back and let the cool air calm my need, before pressing in to spear him again.

We danced for a while. I’d honestly never had sex last that long, but I found that rhythm of taking him to the edge, watching his eyes flutter as he almost came, then pulling back, and biting his shoulder, or his arm, giving him just enough pain to stave off the climax. He was covered in bite marks and sweat. He moved with my rhythm now, pressing back when I thrust deep, begging for release.

I even pulled him back into my lap, moved us to the head of the bed so I could put my back to the wall and hold his weight while he bobbed on my cock. His legs spread, resting over my thighs, leaving him wide open, bare to the room, cock jutting up toward his stomach. With this angle I could drive myself deeper, and bask in the heat of his body and the feeling of his heartbeat throbbing around my cock.