Max nodded, unable to do anything more as his pleasure built up inside his groin, begging for release. Simon pulled back on his hair, giving him a light tug. Though he hated to hold off his orgasm for even another moment, Max obediently removed his hand from his cock as soon as Simon’s left his lips.
“Good job,” Simon said. “Glad to see you can follow instructions, even when you obviously don’t want to.”
“Great. Can I come now?” Max asked, hating that his voice sounded like he was whining.
Simon laughed. “Yes. You can come now. Jerk yourself off until you come. I will as well and I plan to come all over your face. So when I tell you to open your mouth, have your tongue out.”
With heat covering his face, Max nodded and brought his hand back to his cock, eagerly stroking himself as he watched Simon take his own cock in his right hand. With his left he cupped his balls, playing with them. Max lifted his gaze for a moment and saw Simon watching him as well. His lips parted on a moan and Max answered with his own. He could see the heat in Simon’s gaze as he stood over him, a mighty presence that covered Max from his position on the floor. He didn’t mind it though, not as much as he might have last week. Now he knew that Simon would let him come, that this would be just one of his orgasms for the week, and that he’d experience something new with this one just as he had the last few Simon had given him. He never thought that he’d be orgasming in his own kitchen but now here he was about to.
As Simon stroked himself, Max leaned up to pressed his mouth to the underside of Simon’s cock, wanting to feel the other man’s shaft against his mouth. Simon pressed against him and moaned as he rubbed his shaft against Max’s lips. Smiling, Max leaned back and let his orgasm take him over, the force of his pleasure stealing his breath as his head fell back and banged loudly on the edge of the countertop behind him. His cum splattered across the floor as he cried out.
“Open up,” Simon said, his voice rough as he pushed Max’s head back.
Though he could barely keep his eyes open he parted his lips and stuck his tongue out, reaching for Simon’s cum. The first spray caught him across the cheek and Max gasped at the warmth of it just as the second landed on his tongue. A third hit the bridge of his nose. When it seemed like Simon was through, Max leaned forward and eagerly took him into his mouth, cleaning the other man’s cock with his tongue. The salty taste of his thick fluid coated his mouth and Max moaned, enjoying the taste of Simon’s pleasure. Before he was ready to stop, Simon stepped back and out of Max’s reach. He tossed him a kitchen towel then put himself away.
“Clean up the floor then wash up for dinner. It’ll be ready in just a few minutes,” Simon said, effectively dismissing him from the room.
With his mouth hanging open and the taste of Simon’s cum on his tongue, Max could only stare at the other man. “That was great,” he blurted.
Chuckling, Simon gave him a slight nod. “Yes. You do give great head and I enjoy seeing you cum. Now, do as I said.”
Max leaned forward and cleaned the floor of his fluid. He rose shakily to his feet and tucked himself back in his pants before making his way to the bathroom. Once he was clean and the dirty towel had been put in the hamper he came back out to the kitchen to see Simon spooning the sauce he’d been making over a bed of pasta. He handed Max a plate as he came up then followed Simon to the dining room table.
“Wine?” Simon offered him, going to the chilled cabinet where Max knew he kept his favorites.
His head still fuzzy from his much needed orgasm, Max shrugged and took a seat. “Sure. I guess. Whatever you’re having.”
Moments later Simon returned with two glasses with a rich red wine in them. Max sniffed the one Simon set in front of him. He took a drink as Simon sat down across from him. It was sweet and dark but more than that Max couldn’t tell. He wasn’t really a wine person. That was more of Simon’s department.
“Eat up,” Simon said, putting a napkin across his lap and taking a bite of the pasta.
Max began eating as well, his sex addled mind struggling to keep up with what his hands were supposed to be doing. He dropped the fork more than once and almost spilled the wine. When it was clear he was getting nowhere fast he looked across to Simon and glared at him.
“What?” Simon asked, a bite of pasta poised inches from his mouth.
“How are you still completely fine after that?”
Frowning, Simon put his fork down. “After what?”
“A great fucking orgasm,” Max reminded him. He sighed and propped his chin upon his hand. “That was amazing. Yet you’re just…I don’t know. You’re completely fine. How is that possible?”
“Because I can control myself,” Simon replied, taking the bite he’d denied himself. “I’ve learned to.”
“Huh.” Max took another bite and drank some of his wine. “How?”
Simon shrugged and wiped his mouth with his napkin. Max wondered how he’d managed to eat so fast but figured it was because he’d actually been focused on it whereas Max had only been focused on him.
“I just do,” Simon replied. “I can put things away in my mind. Yes, I enjoyed what we shared just as I did last night and the time before that. But it’s not the only thing I’ve been thinking about and so it doesn’t take me as long to recover as it is seeming to take you.”
Feeling a bit silly, Max nodded and tried to focus on eating. “What did you want to talk about tonight?” he asked, remembering their text conversation from earlier. “You said you wanted to try something new?”
Simon took a sip of his wine and slowly nodded. “What is your experience with toys?”
Though he blushed, Max tried to think back to the last time he’d actually used one. “Like what?”
“Have you ever used a dildo?” Simon asked him. “A cock ring?”
Max shook his head. “I used a blindfold once. And this thing that was shaped like a mouth. A masturbation toy the shop called it.”
Simon nodded. “So you’ve never used a butt plug?”
“No, never. Don’t they hurt?” Max asked, getting a bit wary.
“Not if used correctly. I want you to try wearing one for a few hours tonight. I got you one.” Simon rose from the table and Max tracked his movements as he went into his bedroom and came back out with a small blue box with bright silver lettering. He put it in front of Max who could only stare blankly at the oddly shaped item.
“Why?” Max asked, taking another bite of his quickly cooling pasta.
“Because it will keep you stretched and ready for me,” Simon replied, grinning at him. “You’ll be available for me whenever I want you to be. We won’t have to worry about stretching you, I’ll simply be able to enter you without any kind of prep work.”
“What about what I want?”
Simon laughed. “Have you ever not wanted to have sex since we’ve started this? And furthermore, do you really think I’d force you to fuck me against your will?”
Max slowly shook his head, feeling foolish and like he’d crossed the line.
“No. It just seems like the plug is all about getting me ready for you. What about me?”
Simon leaned toward him and pushed his plate to the side. “It’ll stroke your prostate for hours, keeping you hard and desperate just like you were earlier today. There are plenty of men that wear them all the time, keeping themselves ready for whenever they get a moment to relieve themselves.”
Max’s eyes widened and he pulled the box toward himself. “All the time?” He couldn’t imagine the small bulb shaped piece being inside of him for more than a little while, but if Simon said people did it then who was he to argue?
Simon nodded. “Yes. We’ll try it out a bit later. After you’ve finished dinner. You’ll need your energy for tonight.”
Flushing brightly, Max nodded and kept eating.
Chapter Seven
After dinner, Simon led Max to his bedroom where he’d set things up for them for the night.
“You’ve be
en in my bedroom,” Max commented as he went to his bed and stroked his fingers along the leather ties Simon had secured to his headboard.
“I have. Now strip.” Even before he finished giving the command, Simon was already undoing his shirt, the small buttons giving away easily in his desire to be naked with the other man. Max watched him for a moment, and though Simon hardly minded having the other man’s attention on him, it was the idea that he hadn’t jumped to follow his command that bothered Simon. He raised his head and lifted his brow, giving Max a silent question. With an easy smile Max quickly complied, his clothes following Simon’s in an array of crumpled garments which Simon picked up and folded, neatly placing them on top of Max’s messy dresser.
With their clothing out of the way Simon took Max into his arms, backing him up against the wall and taking his mouth in a kiss forceful enough to steal the other man’s breath. Max’s hands grabbed at him, searching for a place to hold as Simon pressed him back, molding their bodies together. He broke the kiss a moment later and pulled on Max’s short hair, tugging him down to the ground. With a wide grin Max easily complied, his mouth open and ready for Simon’s cock before his knees even hit the floor. Simon slid his length between Max’s lips, moaning as the other man’s tongue spread over the underside of his shaft, teasing him. He leaned forward, pressing his forearms to the wall high above Max’s head as Max sucked him. This wasn’t the end of their games tonight and Simon had to remind himself of that as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Max’s mouth massaging his shaft. Before he could go much further Simon pulled back, bringing a soft sigh from Max’s lips.
“On the bed,” Simon ordered, smiling at him. Max scrambled to comply, an answering grin playing on his full lips.
Simon moved on top of him, not waiting for Max to get comfortable on his sheets before kissing him again. He pinned him down and rubbed against him, their cocks pressing together as Simon brought them closer together. Max trembled under him as his hips moved up to meet Simon’s in a desperate attempt to seek the pleasure Simon denied him. With his mouth still firmly pressed against Max’s, Simon pinned one of the man’s hands above his head and expertly secured his wrist in the strap. Max’s other wrist was even easier and Simon leaned back, propping himself up above Max’s chest so that he could look into the other man’s eyes. They were wide, the gray of his irises looking darker than he’d seen them before as a bright flush covered his cheeks. His thigh rubbed against Simon’s hip, teasing and tempting him in a wordless invitation.
“I think you like being tied up,” Simon said, sitting up and pressing his palms against Max’s hips.
Max nodded. “I do. Though I think I’d like to see you in these sometime.”
Chuckling, Simon rubbed his cock against Max’s, stroking against him with deliberate slowness as Max squirmed under him. “That’ll never happen. I’m going to lube your ass then slide the plug into you now.”
Max’s eyes widened and he slowly smiled. “Sounds kinky. Then will you fuck me?”
Simon snorted and shook his head. “We’re going to do things and bit differently tonight.” He pulled Max’s thighs onto his hips, lifting his butt off the bed and giving him room to work on the other man. He’d placed a plastic grocery bag at the foot of Max’s bed earlier and now pulled it close, taking the new bottle of lube out that he’d bought at the store that morning. He squirted a bit onto his fingers, warming up the thick substance before sliding a finger into Max’s puckered entrance. His other hand cupped Max’s balls, massaging them as he slowly lubed up his anus. Max’s breath started coming in short gasps as Simon moved his hand up to the other man’s shaft and began to gently stroke him, pulling on his cock. He slid a second finger in to join the first and smiled at the sound of Max’s harsh gasp as he lifted off the bed. He thrust wildly toward Simon’s hand, seeking more than Simon was willing to give him right then.
Max closed his eyes and tossed his head back, his mouth falling open as Simon stroked his swollen head. Simon used that moment of Max’s pleasure to slide the plug he’d purchased for the other man into his ass. Max’s eyes opened instantly and he stared down at Simon as he made sure the plug was in place. “That feels…different I guess.”
Nodding, Simon smiled at him. “Yeah, I’m sure it does.”
“What was the point of putting that in if you’re just going to take it out when you go in me anyway?” Max asked him.
Simon released his shaft and moved around on the bed until he was on top of Max, a muscular thigh on either side of the man’s narrow hips. “Who said I was going in you tonight?”
Max looked shocked and Simon couldn’t really blame him for his confusion. “I’m lost. You’re going to let me fuck you? Are you sure you’re a Dom?”
Simon rolled his eyes and reached for the lube again. “If you want to be technical about it, I’m going to be riding you so you’re still not in control. And yes, again, I am a Dom. And sometimes I’ll want to ride you. Problem?”
Max quickly shook his head and held still as Simon leaned forward and slid a lubed finger inside himself, stretching his opening for Max’s cock. Max lifted his head, seeking the kiss that Simon eagerly gave him as he pushed a second finger inside himself. When he was stretched he ran his hand over Max’s cock, putting a good amount of lube on him as well before positioning himself above the other man’s head.
He moaned loudly as he helped Max enter him. Thankfully Max held still, letting Simon go as slowly as he needed to. There was a hint of pain but it quickly subsided. Simon had expected as much, though. This wasn’t a common position for him. But he’d been thinking about doing this with Max for months, and when the opportunity had presented itself in the form of the lovely butt plug that had caught his attention that morning he’d gone for it. He sank down on his hips, letting Max slide deeper inside of him as a soft gasp fell from his lips. Getting comfortable, he leaned back and rested his hands on the hard planes on Max’s chest. He wasn’t muscular, not in the sense that Simon was, but he was lean and Simon appreciated the definition that he did have. He rolled his hips, smiling as Max’s cock stroked against him.
“I want to touch you. Please Simon, let me touch you,” Max begged as he squirmed under him.
His gaze went to the ties as he considered letting him go free. The whole point of restraining him was so that Max couldn’t touch himself. But with his cock inside him, Max couldn’t do a whole lot of that anyway. “I suppose I could allow that,” he replied, quickly undoing the restraints as easily as he’d put them on. “I’m keeping them on your bed though. They’ll come in handy next time.”
Flushed and trembling, Max quickly nodded. “Yeah. I can see how they would.”
Simon let his fingers trail over Max’s arms, delighting in his warmth and the feeling of the other man’s muscles moving under his hands.
“I haven’t been inside anyone in a long time,” Max said, his voice echoing with a bit of something that sounded suspiciously like awe.
Simon smiled down at him. “How’s the plug feeling?”
“I don’t feel much different,” Max admitted.
Nodding, Simon leaned forward. “Bring your hips up to meet my ass, try thrusting inside me and see how it feels then. I think you’ll notice a difference then.”
Though Max looked a bit skeptical he did as he was told and a moment later his eyes grew wide and he groaned. He thrust again, his hips slapping against Simon’s ass he moved inside of him. “Damn.”
“Yeah, I agree,” Simon said, rocking back to meet Max’s thrusts. “Just try to hold off coming. It’ll be harder with it.”
Max nodded and pressed his lips together as his hands came up to grip Simon’s thighs. He squeezed hard enough to bruise and Simon leaned down to lick Max’s neck, tasting the saltiness of his sweat on his tongue. There was a shift inside of him, a momentary distraction that he eagerly pushed aside. Max’s fingers pressed harder on his skin, his short nails biting into Simon’s thighs as he thrust into him. T
he pain, though brief, brought the thing crawling inside of him closer to the surface. Simon sped up, hoping to ignore the monster.
“What the hell?” Max cried.
With a sigh Simon stopped moving and looked down at the other man, easily guessing what he saw. “What changed?” he asked.
“You’ve got black eyes. You don’t have black eyes,” Max gasped, sounding frightened.
Simon nodded. “And I was so hoping to have fun tonight without having to explain this part of myself. Yet.”
Frowning, Max shook his head. “We can still fuck. Sure we can. You wear contacts and they just fell out right?”
Simon smirked and rolled his hips against Max’s cock, teasing the other man and making him gasp. If he kept him hard enough maybe this wouldn’t be such a wasted night. It was wishful thinking that Max might not mind the idea of having sex with a freak but hey, he was never considered all that realistic either.
“Do you really believe that I wear contacts?” Simon replied, grinning at him. “It’s a nice thought but this isn’t going to be nearly that simple.”
Max nodded. “Damn. Do we have to stop, then? I mean, whatever’s going on, you’re not going to kill me or something, right? Because I’m seriously enjoying this.”
Simon’s mouth fell open. “You’d rather finish having sex than find out?”
Max shrugged. “Well, yeah. Don’t you? Or do you want to do the whole explaining thing now? Personally, and this is just me here, I’d rather have sex. Never thought I’d get to cum in your ass. I don’t exactly want to stop here.”
Simon couldn’t believe his luck, or Max’s nerve, but he wasn’t about to argue with the other man and quickly gave in to his desires. He lifted himself off Max’s cock and quickly sank back down again, feeling him press against the sensitive spots inside himself. Max’s hands moved from his thighs to Simon’s lower stomach and quickly trailed up to his chest, leaving a path of warmth over his smooth muscles. Simon brought his mouth back to Max’s, kissing him deeply and sliding his tongue between the other man’s lips as his fingers explored his arms. He gasped as Max’s hands found his nipples and pinched, sending a wave of pleasure laced with pain through him.
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