Page 123 of Seer

“Fuck.” He grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled. “Just do your best to stave it off.”

I scooted back to the other side of the bed so Greg could get on the mattress. He laid down on his back and pulled his knees to his chest. I could already smell his precome.

I took one look at his hole. Not only did Greg trim his pubes, which was only polite, but he also waxed his fucking crack. Holy shit, that was hot. My balls tightened, and my cock throbbed.

“Fuck!” I twisted away, clamping my fingers around my dick again.

“Okay, okay,” I chanted. “I can do this. Hang on.” I shut my eyes and visualized the equipment list on my barbarian’s character sheet from my last D&D game. After a moment I felt back in control.

I tentatively let go of my dick, but I kept my fingers hovering around it for a second to make sure I was out of danger. Relieved, I quickly poured the lube onto my fingers, but when I tossed the tube to the side, I preemptively gripped my dick again before turning back around.

I opened my eyes just wide enough to see where Greg was, then I slammed them shut again. The image was seared on my brain, but somehow the picture wasn’t as triggering as the real thing. Except the joke was on me when I reached out and used the back of my hand to trail down Greg’s thigh to his ass. Not being able to see made the places where we touched feel electrified, and that sensation ricocheted through our bond.

Greg’s entire body twitched, and he muttered, “Fuck,” when I reached his hole.

I ran my lubed fingers over his opening. The nerve endings sang through Greg’s body, and we both gasped.

Greg arched his ass toward me. “Just do it,” he gritted out. His balls were drawn up against his body.

Fuck it, prep would have to be fast. I gave up trying not to look and watched avidly as I slid one finger into him. We shivered at the sensation, and I sent an image of what I was seeing to Greg.

This was torture. I badly wanted to loosen the hold I had on my dick and stroke myself off.

He relaxed his muscles and said, “Two more. Now.” His eyes, glowing silver, were trained on what he could see of my hand as I thrust into his hole.

I didn’t ask him if he was sure. I could feel it. I eased two more fingers in, then pushed and pulled to make sure he was loose enough.

“I’m fine,” he barked. “Give me your cock, now!”

“Stop yelling!” I glared at him. “You said you hadn’t bottomed in a long time! Excuse me for trying to make sure you aren’t in pain.”

He bared his teeth. “I’m in pain now because you won’t give me your cock!”

“Fine!” I jerked my hand out of his ass without trying to be gentle.

I didn’t miss his grimace, and I winced at the twinge that came through our bond. Still he hissed, “Do it! Put it the fuck in!”

Rolling my eyes would’ve taken too much time. I used the remaining lube on my hand to slick up my dick, then I positioned myself at Greg’s hole.

“Now, dammit!” He let go of his legs and wrapped them around my waist.

Gritting my teeth and glaring into Greg’s eyes, I released my fingers from their vise around my dick and pressed inside.

I wasn’t prepared to experience not only how my dick felt with Greg’s body surrounding and stroking it but also how Greg felt, with my dick brushing over his prostate and filling him.

I hadn’t completed the first thrust before we both came.

My balls emptied into Greg as his dick pulsed between our bodies. I cried out as our orgasms careened through both of us. We shuddered and throbbed for what seemed like minutes, though it was probably only seconds.

I collapsed onto Greg, and he held me close, wrapping his arms and legs around my back.

“Fucking hell,” I gasped into his neck.

“No shit.”

Through our bond I could tell Greg was feeling content, relaxed, satisfied, and... proud of himself?

I lifted my head. “Are you feeling smug because of how fast I came?”