by M. C. Roth
Ian froze before he looked down at him with surprise. His eyes went dark as they noticed the obvious flush on Trent’s face and the tent in his sweatpants. There was nowhere to hide under the flexible fabric.
“I don’t know if I can go again so soon,” said Ian as he glanced between Trent and the screen. He was already moving a hand down to cup one of Trent’s cheeks in a firm grasp while he splayed his legs wide, inviting Trent in.
“Only one way to find out,” said Trent, biting his lip in embarrassment at his lewd words. Something about Ian forced words through Trent’s lips that would normally remain silent.
Trent shifted and brought his leg over Ian’s lap so he was straddling him. He sank into the soft cushion as he settled over strong thighs that could easily support his weight. The recliner snapped down and Ian was suddenly much more solid beneath him. The position put Trent at the perfect height to bring their lips together.
He moaned into the kiss that went from innocent to filthy in seconds. Ian sucked Trent’s tongue into his mouth, twirling it with his own before he retreated to nip at Trent’s lips. Trent gripped the base of Ian’s neck, now used to the smooth surface instead of the expected hair.
Ian flexed a heavy hand on his ass before dipping it lower and brushing against his hole with unerring accuracy. He pressed two fingers just inside the slight gape, unable to go far without lube. Trent threw his head back as he ground his hips down and back into the fingers while his cock bumped against Ian’s. Ian wasn’t fully hard, but he seemed to be swelling quickly as Trent rubbed against him.
Ian pushed the waistband of Trent’s pants down and his cock sprang free with a slight bounce. The small piercing shimmered in the low light, along with the few drops of pre-cum that had started to leak from the head.
“I’m not going to forget to play with you this time.” Ian grinned into his mouth, eyes flickering down to the piercing. “Are you clean? I want to go down on you.”
Trent took a deep breath before he was able to answer. “Yeah, I got tested after my last relationship. That was about a year ago. I can get a condom if you’re more comfortable.”
“I think I trust you,” said Ian with a strange look on his face. “And I really want to taste you.” If he had any thoughts about Trent being celibate for a year, he kept it to himself.
Soon Trent was seated on the couch and Ian was sliding down between his thighs. He tugged at the sweatpants, slipping them off the rest of the way. Another scream in the background was drowned out by Trent’s moan as Ian licked the head of his cock with a slightly pointed tongue.
He swirled along the head of Trent’s cock before he dipped the tip of his tongue into the small slit, flicking the piercing and setting nerves alive all the way down the length. A few drops of pre-cum welled up, only to be lapped away.
He tongued at the head, slurping and licking like it was his favourite candy, before he suddenly dropped farther down his cock. Trent was expecting him to stop about halfway, which was the spot where most tended to pull away. He wasn’t massive, but he was generous enough that he worried about his partner’s gag reflex and was always careful to hold back.
Ian didn’t stop, though. He kept pushing past the point where Trent bumped against the back of his throat—and farther still. He didn’t stop until his nose was pressed against the trimmed hair on his groin. Ian’s throat pulsed around him as he swallowed.
Trent trembled as he tried to maintain control and not buck his hips up into Ian’s mouth. He’d never been deep-throated before. No one had even come close to taking him that far. Most of his so-called relationships had lasted a few hours at the longest, but Ian showed a familiarity with his cock that long-term couples would beg for. He seemed to know exactly where to press his tongue, scrape his teeth and suck.
“You have such a pretty cock,” said Ian as he pulled off to lap at the head. “The first time I saw it, I knew I had to get my mouth on it.” He popped a finger into his mouth, licking it briefly before he pulled it out and dropped his head back down again.
Trent slid his legs open to give Ian more room, and Ian took every advantage. A slick finger slid easily inside him with no more than a slight pressure. His rim ached slightly from the penetration, but it was nothing to the feeling of Ian being back inside him.
“You’re still so open for me, T. Just begging me to slide my cock right back in. You’d let me, too, wouldn’t you? I could just turn you over and push you into the couch and you’d let me fuck you right here.” The press of his finger deep inside punctuated every sentence.
“Yes,” said Trent, trying, and failing to keep his hips still. Ian went silent again as he slid down Trent’s cock to the base before he pulled up then hummed around the head. “Get the stuff, Ian. I want you to fuck me again.”
“It might hurt, T. You were so tight last time. Your body needs time to catch up. I can just blow you if you want. I’m good.” Ian frowned with concern. Trent could see the tent in the other man’s pants and knew he wasn’t ‘good’. The sentiment was very nice, though.
“I don’t care. I want you again.” Trent shuddered as Ian pulled away. Trent eyed the bulge hidden by a thin layer of fabric and his breath caught. Had he really taken all that inside him before?
Before he could second-guess himself, Ian returned with a single condom and the half-empty bottle of lube. He stripped his pants with no ceremony and rolled the condom on with one hand while popping the tube of lube open with the other. Who knew that being ambidextrous was on Trent’s kink list?
“Roll over, T. I’m gonna fuck you from behind and make you feel so good,” said Ian as he slicked his cock.
Trent knelt on the couch and faced the wall. The first touch of slick fingers made him jump as they swept across his entrance.
“Shh, it’s okay, T. I’ll take it slow again. You tell me if you need me to go slower or stop, okay?”
Trent nodded before he pressed his face into the top of the couch. The fingers disappeared and the heat of Ian’s body pressed up behind him. The throbbing cock slid between his spread cheeks and brushed against his opening. Ian steadied his hips as he kissed the back of Trent’s neck. Then he was sliding inside.
The strange feeling of fullness that was quickly becoming familiar was the first thing to strike him. There was no pain with the stretch this time, only a dull ache at his rim. His body relaxed of its own accord as Ian slid all the way home. The position pushed the man’s cock against Trent’s prostate, but not so hard that it hurt.
Ian paused to allow Trent time to adjust, trembling with the effort of keeping still. Trent wasn’t having it, though.
“Please fuck me hard. Show me what it’s like,” said Trent as he rocked back on the thick cock inside him.
Ian sucked in a breath and his hands went tight where they were braced on his hips.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Ian kissed the back of his neck again before nuzzling against the damp locks.
“Just don’t hold back.”
Ian pulled out and the cock slipped from his body. He groaned with loss, which turned into a moan as Ian slipped inside again. The strokes were longer and deeper than before, but not rough enough to actually hurt him. The speed was building as Ian slowly lost control.
Trent groaned, pushing back to match each thrust as it slid home again. The new position took some time to get right, and a few times Ian slipped out completely. As much as he hated the loss, Trent loved the feeling of Ian lining himself up and pushing inside to the hilt in one go.
The sound of skin slapping and breathy moans overwhelmed the movie that was still running in the background. Ian kissed up and down Trent’s neck, scraping his teeth before latching on and sucking a bruise into his pale skin.
“So good,” Trent said, his voice muffled by the couch cushions that were barely supporting him. The couch was rocking hard, with springs squeaking and the bottom thumping against the ground as they moved closer to the wall with each hard thrust. Ian must’ve heard him
over the noise, as his strokes only got harder.
“T, you’re so hot tight. It’s like you were made for me. I’m not gonna last.” Ian’s teeth snagged against his neck as his hips started to stutter. “I’m gonna come in you, baby, and mark you up.” He bit harder against Trent’s skin as he started to shoot.
Trent knew that there was a condom between them, but the thought of having Ian naked inside him and filling him up made his cock jerk and his toes curl. He was right on the edge as Ian thrust one last time inside, his cock twitching as he drained himself.
Ian only waited one beat before he pulled out and a hand gripped Trent’s hips and urged him to turn over. He landed awkwardly on his ass, staining the leather with a smear of lube. Ian bent down until he was on his knees between Trent’s legs before he leaned over and took Trent’s cock back into his mouth.
The sensation of Ian swallowing, and the sudden emptiness inside, had him coming immediately. It hit so fast that Trent didn’t even have the ability to warn Ian, but the man was already swallowing him down. Ian hummed as he drained Trent’s cock until he was twitching from overstimulation.
Ian disappeared while Trent was still panting from his release, returning seconds later with a wet cloth in his hand instead.
“I wash my face with that cloth, you know,” said Trent with a slow smile. His skin was prickling from the sudden loss of heat, and he held back a shiver.
Ian chuckled as he wiped Trent’s groin before dipping down to swipe the lube from between his thighs, ignoring the mess on the couch cushion.
“Cum makes a great face wash. Micro scrubbers,” said Ian, laughing as Trent’s face twisted.
“I am never going to be able to get that image out of my mind. Just gross.” Trent shifted, and another dribble of lube leaked from his hole, quickly swiped away by Ian. Ian sighed, tossing the cloth and sitting on the unstained seat.
“Come here, T,” said Ian as he patted his naked thighs.
“Am I too heavy?” Trent asked as leaned back against Ian’s chest and settled in his lap. His naked skin rubbed against Ian’s in the most deliciously damp way and Ian’s spent cock lined up with his hole as he shifted. The simple touch shot a line of heat straight to his gut, and his cock twitched almost painfully.
“I want you again,” said Trent as he leaned back to rest his head against Ian’s shoulder.
Ian nodded, his eyes going even darker. “I want you too. It’s weird. Usually I can go once a day, maybe twice, but I already want to fuck you again. If I could get hard now, I would just slip inside and hold you there so you couldn’t move away. I would come so hard that you’d be dripping for days. Fuck, I’ve never wanted someone so much before.”
There was a beat of awkward silence when Ian’s arms pulled Trent even tighter. The tip of his soft cock brushed against Trent’s open entrance, threatening to push inside.
“I’d let you.”
Chapter Five
Trent woke on Sunday morning to a warm mouth on his cock and a tongue flicking at the thin piercing through the head. He was close enough that his balls were drawing up tight and his stomach was clenching. There was no transitioning from asleep to awake, just a sudden realization that he was—and seconds from coming.
He ran his hands over the smooth, tattooed scalp that was surely sweating beneath the blankets. He dug his nails in after a particularly hard suck, and Ian groaned, sending a hum along his cock that pushed him over the edge.
“Fuck.” Trent came with a single cursed word and snapped his body tight around the three fingers inside him. They pushed against his prostate, gentle but firm, forcing his pleasure even higher. Ian swallowed and there was a slurping noise Ian made as he tried to gather every drop.
This wasn’t the first time that Ian had sucked him off. It wasn’t even the second. It felt like the man couldn’t get enough of his taste. Just as Trent couldn’t get enough of the feeling of that cock thrusting inside him to the hilt.
Thursday, soaked and filled with adrenalin, felt more distant than just a couple of days. The rain had long since cleared to an unseasonable warmth, but they’d spent most of their time inside as they tested out every available surface of Trent’s tiny home. Trent had even managed to get half of Friday off work to spend more time with his insatiable lover.
The stove was not a fun place to fuck, at all, though. Trent had accidentally hit the igniter switch when Ian had him bent over to thrust a tongue in his ass, and Trent had almost lost his chest hair to the sudden flame. He’d ended up with a bald patch the size of a quarter, and the nasty smell of burnt hair had stuck in his nose for the rest of the day.
His exercise mat was an excellent place to fuck. He’d pushed Ian back onto it, using his pants as a pillow. Then he’d ridden Ian’s cock like he’d never see it again. It had brushed inside him perfectly as he rocked his hips and settled so deep that he saw stars.
The wall was an impractical place. Trent had managed to stay upright for about a minute with his legs wrapped around Ian’s waist. The man could hold his weight, but his grip had loosened as his thrusts grew deeper. Luckily, they’d landed on a thin stretch of carpet when Ian’s legs finally gave out.
“T, baby, I need you so bad. Can you take it now or are you too sensitive?” asked Ian as Trent’s cock slipped from his lips. He moved up and pressed between Trent’s thighs. Trent opened wide, letting Ian in. He grasped his chin, pulling him up in a dirty kiss. They both tasted of morning breath, mixed with the remnants of arousal.
“I can take it. Just go slow, Ian. I like how you feel inside of me after I come.” He didn’t even blush at his own words this time. A week ago, he would’ve gone bright red before hiding in embarrassment. But he’d done a lot in the last couple of days—some things that he’d never even dreamed of.
Ian pulled back just long enough to slide a condom and lube over his cock. Then he was pressing in, all the way in one long thrust. Trent arched up, clawing at Ian’s shoulders as he was stretched wide. Even after days of fucking, it still felt like the first time when Ian slid home.
“Fuck me hard.” Trent changed his mind the moment Ian was inside him. Trent’s legs were pushed up until his knees rested just shy of his ears. His back protested as he was contorted beyond anything he’d experienced before.
Ian pulled back and slammed back in. His cock slipped out just a bit to nudge against his rim, before pushing in again. It was something Ian had confessed to loving after their third time together, and Trent had agreed. Going from completely empty to full in just a moment was so overwhelming that it always made him want to shoot, and the stimulation along his perineum was an added bonus.
After that, Ian repeated the move as often as possible. It made Trent feel like he was opening up, body and soul, to make a place for Ian. He tried to deny the pangs in his chest that the thought gave him.
Ian’s groin smacked against his ass as the man pushed. He gripped Trent’s ankles, forcing them even farther back. It let him go deeper and harder, exactly the way Trent wanted it, no matter how sore he was.
It wasn’t long before Ian’s hips started to stutter. “You’re so tight, T. I can’t even help myself. You’re just so good.”
The praise went straight to Trent’s groin, making his hardening cock twitch. He reached down between his legs, finding that he was leaking and ready. He’d hardly noticed it compared to the satisfaction of being filled yet again.
When Ian noticed his jerking movements, the man groaned and moved in for a heated kiss. Their breaths combined, and they slid their tongues together briefly before Ian pulled back.
“I fucking love it. You can’t get enough, can you, T? Yeah, me neither. I could do this all fucking day if you’d let me.” Ian’s hands gripped tight on his ankles, pushing them to their limit.
“I’d let you,” said Trent. With one last harsh pull, he was coming between them. His seed splashed against Ian’s chest and his own stomach. It was a pathetic dribble compared to what he was usually capable of,
but he’d never come this often in his entire life. His body clamped down even harder after the second orgasm, milking Ian’s cock as his walls went tight.
Ian went rigid, thrusting to the base before he tensed and ground against Trent’s ass as he pushed himself even deeper, trying to claim Trent despite the barrier between them.
It wasn’t the first time that Trent had wished that there was no condom. He wanted to feel the heat of Ian’s skin as he came and the rush of cum that would flow deep. He wanted to touch himself after and sweep a finger inside before bringing it to his mouth.
He knew Ian wouldn’t let him. He’d flat-out refused a blow job when Trent had gone to his knees.
‘Not without a condom. I don’t want you catching anything from me. I haven’t got tested in a while. Too long,’ Ian had said with a frown and a shake of his head, pushing Trent away, despite his aching cock.
Trent had raced to the bedroom and back, smoothed the condom down on Ian’s cock, and sucked the tip into his mouth. He barely suppressed the gag that erupted from the terrible taste of latex and spermicidal lube. Ian had laughed at his expression before pulling him up for a filthy kiss. Trent had ridden his lap instead, clinging to his neck and rocking his hips like a porn star.
In the bed, Ian collapsed next to him with one arm stretched across Trent’s heaving chest. Trent rolled into the touch and pressed his cheek against Ian’s sweaty chest. Ian looped his arms around him to pull him close and press his lips to the top of his head. There was no urgency, even with the stickiness seemingly everywhere on Trent’s body.
Trent’s eyes were just starting to drift shut to the sound of Ian’s heart when a rhythmic knock sounded at the front door. The sound travelled through the tiny house with unerring accuracy.
“Shit, shit, shit,” said Trent as he pushed himself up and lunged for his phone to check the time. “It’s nine o’clock already. Crap.” He scrambled out of bed, nearly tripping over the tangled sheets at the foot. Ian was sitting up, looking more alarmed by the second.