Page 51 of Hamartia

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” I groan against his mouth.

This makes him hum softly, and then his hands are in my hair as his mouth moves to bite and suck softly at my neck.

“Please.” I beg. It feels like torture. I keep seeing that pink puckered hole, and those little balls and that smooth taint and…

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks against my ear. It sounds weighty. It’s not seductive at all. I know he’s asking for consent again.

I open my eyes as he lifts his head from my neck, his movements over my body halting.

“This is not sucking cock, Raphael.” He clarifies, eyes dazed but serious.

My cock wants it, I know that much. My head and heart do too I think, but I take a second to check in with myself. There’s a marker here that says ‘no turning back’. How do I feel if I stop now, get dressed, and leave? Regret or relief?

That does it.

“Sounds cliché as fuck, but I’ve never been surer of anything,” I tell him. “Yes, Jae, I want this.”

He studies me a moment then nods again. He reaches for that little bottle again and pours some more on to his hand, reaching around to spread it between his ass and then over my cock. Rising up on his knees he grips hold of my cock to position it at his hole. I can’t stop the embarrassing noise that leaves my throat as he pushes me inside him. It’s halfway between a groan and a gasp.

“Seong-gyo hada,” Jae whispers as he stops, moves, stops again. It takes hours it feels like, but then he’s seated all the way. His eyes are closed and his hands flat on my thighs as he takes a few deep breaths. “Sshibal, you feel so good, inside.”

“Fuck, Jae, you do too.”

He’s tighter than anything or anyone I’ve ever had around me. Scorching hot too. As close to the most perfect sensation I can imagine. Tight and warm with ridges that heighten the pleasure each time either of us shifts or breathes. It takes every bit of control I have not to fuck up into him, but I’ve still no real clue how I do this and be sure I’m not hurting him so I need to wait for him to lead. I clutch at his thighs instead, gripping them tight as he smooths his hand over his cock. His movements are slow and deliberate and I slip into a sort of trance watching it.

He starts with a slow trial roll of his hips, groaning low with undeniable pleasure. As he speeds up, he lets out this soft mewl like a fucking cat and then there are fireworks going off all over my body, under my skin, and in my balls and I know I’m not going to last very long. If my brain was capable of it, I’m sure I’d be embarrassed about that, but it’s not. It’s capable of very little right now. Breath and thought and not the proper amounts of either. I tighten my grip on his waist and do little more than aid his movements.

“You can move,” he says, smiling through labored breaths. “You won’t hurt me.”

It’s all the encouragement I need.

I lift my hips off the bed every time he slides down, his movements altered now from shallow circles of his hips to lift and drop. Soon we have a rhythm and it’s both the most pleasurable thing and the most torturous thing I’ve experienced. Why on earth did I ask him to ride me? I want to hold him down and fuck him into the mattress. It’s not enough.

Jae lets go of his cock and drags his hands over his body, caressing his nipples before sliding his hands up into his hair as he really starts to lose himself. It’s a sight I’ll never forget. He looks fucking incredible. Another fucking performance that he’s practiced his entire life for. I can only watch in awe as he uses my dick to put on the best show I’ve ever seen.

I can feel it then. The edge. And I’m rushing towards it without a hope this time of pulling it back. I reach for his cock, hard and dripping, and start to jerk it as I bend my knees and put my feet flat on the bed so I can fuck him harder.

His eyes spring open and they go wide as he gasps. “There, yes, there. Don’t stop.”

I feel it too. Some little nub scraping against the head of my cock, and so I focus on it. I lose it a few times, slipping past it when I miss the tempo, but I hit it more often than not and after a few more thrusts he’s coming. He’s moaning my name and a few words in Korean and spilling hot white come over my chest and hand. As he tightens round my cock, clenching and spurting at the same time, I’m done for.

I empty inside the condom as my vision sparks and I’m pulling him down on top of me to squeeze him against my chest and fuck the last of my orgasm inside him.

It feels like it lasts fucking hours. Hours of me lying there holding him too tight and too close, breathing hard against his hair. The smell of him is sex and lavender and that sweet spicy shower gel and I wonder how the fuck I’d managed to live without it. Without this. Withouthim.

Once our breaths have slowed, he places a little kiss to my chest just above my nipple. Then another, before lifting his head to look at me, eyes sparkling. He looks blissed out. My cock slips out of him, soft and spent, and it’s Jae who reaches between our bodies to pull off the condom and discard it in the wastebasket by the bed, barely lifting from my chest while he does it.

“That was…fucking incredible.” I sigh when he’s settled again. “I mean, you were incredible. I mainly just lay here while you got fucked. But I feel like if I’d participated any more, I’d have ruined it, you know?”

He laughs at that, but its soft and so fucking sexy and then his mouth is moving across my chest and he’s kissing and licking his way across my pecs. Those same soft little kitten licks that he does to my mouth. When he burrows his nose in my armpit and licks there, I gasp out loud. It’s ticklish as fuck but it also makes this hot spark of arousal shoot down my body right to my cock. What the fuck was that? When I look down at him wide-eyed, he’s smirking like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“You did just fine, Raphael,” he says gently, kissing my chest again.

Fine. Well. Only one way to go from there I suppose. Up.

I move quickly, holding him tight as I flip us both over so he’s under me, legs spread around my hips. His eyes are wide and his breathing’s a little fast again. He’s waiting to see what I’m gonna do. What am I gonna do? Having him pinned under me like this feels nice, despite the come drying stickily between us. First, I lean in to kiss him softly, before pressing deeper into his mouth. He moans and curls his hands into my hair, lifting his hips in search of friction.

“I don’t want to do justfine.”I growl against his mouth. “I want to be the best you’ve ever had.”I want to be the only one you ever have from now on.I’m so fucked.