by Kora Knight
“Fine,” he mumbled. “Got it. Done.”
“Good.” Scott smiled. Palming Tad’s shins, he eased them forward. “Knees to your shoulders. Don’t let ’em fall.”
Heart thumping, Tad complied and brought his thighs to his chest. Sweet. Now his asshole was showing, too.
“Now slide those hands up under your pillow and don’t let ‘em come back out.”
Again, he obeyed, fingers burrowing beneath his head.
“Beautiful,” Scott purred. “That’s my beautiful man.” Shoving a pillow under Tad’s hips, he elevated his ass even further.
“Jesus,” Tad grunted, all bent in half. “Must I always be in such fucked-up positions?”
“Shit,” Scott chuckled. “This ain’t nothing. One day I’ll have you hogtied.”
“Oh, my God.”
“Don’t worry,” Scott laughed. “I’m all about the baby steps.”
“Uh huh, yeah… Baby steps, my ass.”
And no, Tad hadn’t missed the fact that the fucker never said he was joking.
Sitting on his heels between Tad’s legs, Scott wedged his knees under Tad’s pillow. Which, yup, hiked his ass up even higher. Tad opened his mouth to curse at the guy, but before he could get out a single oath, Scott’s warm hands palmed his hamstrings. Slowly, those strong bastards started to rub, derailing his train of thought.
Muscles easing, Tad couldn’t help his sigh. It was crazy how quickly his body responded to the man. How those strong fingers soothed him in ways that made no sense. Up and down, gently kneading, as hooded eyes held him captive. Mesmerizing, hypnotizing, luring him in. To that dark, steeped haze of drunken arousal.
Scott cupped Tad’s sac, then glided his hand up his shaft to give his crown a squeeze. Tad’s cock twitched eagerly, welcoming the attention. God, he loved Scott’s touch. But his fingers kept going to graze up Tad’s stomach, leaving tensed abs in their wake. Finally, they reached his pecs and lingered, spanning out as if savoring the feel of his heart. Tad wondered if Scott had noticed how his pulse just spiked.
But then that hand resumed its climb and settled around his throat. Tad moaned at the contact. So bold and possessive. Drugging him up, blissing him out in a way he didn’t understand.
A low, soft rumble sounded in Scott’s chest as his fingers secured their hold. Not too tight, but just enough that Tad wouldn’t forget they were there. A wordlessly brazen declaration of Mine. Tad swallowed against that heavy palm, truly loving the feel.
“You like that.” Scott smiled. “Like being my man.”
And then he wrapped his other hand around Tad’s dick. Holding his gaze, he started to pump. Rapid and steady, gripping him tight. Again and again and again. Like the guy was on a mission. And damn, if that pressure didn’t build fast.
“Shit,” Tad breathed, thighs shifting against his chest.
Scott’s fist was sending licks of pleasure up and down his cock. Gripping his pillow super-tight, Tad tried to stop his elbows from jerking. But the things wouldn’t stop bumping his head.
“Fuck,” he panted. “Ah, fuck, Scott. Fuck.”
“That’s right, beautiful. Say my name.”
Scott’s grip on his throat tightened, but didn’t restrict his air. Still, Tad’s mouth instinctively opened wider, sawing in breath as he fought back release. Because, yeah, Scott’s hand on his dick wasn’t slowing. Ironic thing was —like that trick with his nuts— the grip on Tad’s throat was both helping and making things worse. Tugging his attention away from his dick, while somehow making him focus on it more. Talk about some kinkified, tripped-out shit.
An especially powerful wave of pleasure slammed into his junk. “Uhhh!” he strained out, body curling into a ball, trying to get away from Scott’s hand. “Shit! —ugh, fuck!— I’m gonna— fucking come!”
Scott chuckled and let go, hand moving to cup Tad’s face. “But that’d be in direct violation of the rules.” Stroking Tad’s cheek, he waited for him to catch his breath.
“Damn,” Tad rasped. “That was intense.”
“You liked it. Got into it. ’Cause you trust me in your head.”
“Yeah. It was hot. Almost too much.”
“Almost,” Scott murmured. “But your body tells me when.” He brushed his thumb over Tad’s lower lip. “Open up, shy boy. Lemme see that sexy tongue.”
Head still reeling, Tad quickly obliged.
“Shit, yeah,” Scott purred as he gave it a stroke. “Love this fucking thing. Felt so good sliding up and down my cock.” He slid his thumb up its center and into Tad’s mouth. Another heated rumble rolled up his throat. “Suck it, Tad… Fast and hard... Just like you did to my dick.”
Tad groaned as his whole package started to throb. The thing with this pervy stuff Scott always dished, not only did it make him motherfucking horny, it also made him obedient as hell. Call it ingenious or an ace up his sleeve, but Scott’s kink always got him what he wanted.
Like right frickin’ now, as Tad worked his thumb as if determined to make the thing come.
Which had Tad wondering what it’d be like. Would he want Scott to bust in his mouth? Would he like the taste of his cum? Fuck, these questions just made him hornier. Nevermind that the answer to all of them would be yes.
“Nice,” Scott growled, eyes downright scalding. “Now lube it with lots of spit. Want that mug dripping when I pull it out.”
Tad’s insides shivered at his sultry timbre. And at knowing what was next. Gathering saliva, he made quick work of drenching that expert thumb.
Scott slid it free with an approving sound as his fingertips grazed Tad’s jaw. The touch was fleeting, but he loved it all the same.
Lips curving wickedly, Scott’s eyes flashed hot. Immediately, Tad was right back to antsy. Oh, God. That look on his face. Jesus, that dude’s mind was a scary fucking thing.
Scott chuckled as his other hand let go of Tad’s throat to drop down and palm his ass. Fingers splayed, he squeezed its cheek, then pulled it over to the side. Tad tamped down a groan and closed his eyes, feeling impossibly exposed.
“Uh-uh,” Scott murmured. “Open those back up.”
Tad winced in frustration. The man was relentless, but what else was new? Heart hammering, face burning, he did as instruct—
“Shit!” he gasped as a thumb grazed his hole.
“Sensitive?” Scott chuckled.
“Uh huh.”
“Mm. Good. Just the way I like you.” Slowly, he circled Tad’s tight puckered rim, his finger all gentle and slick.
“Fuck,” Tad groaned. “That feels so damn good.”
Scott smiled and glanced down. “Been awhile since I’ve played with your body like this.” He swirled his thumb faster, then moved it up and down, each feather-light stroke making Tad clench. “Shit, such a shy little hole.”
Tad bit his lip and tried not to squirm, but his stupid legs wouldn’t stop twitching. Fuck, fuck, fuck. All that crazy-soft teasing was going to drive him insane. Already, a wicked itch was building in his ring, needing to be scratched something fierce. Clutching fistfuls of pillow, he rocked his hips upward.
“You like that,” Scott murmured, back to watching his face.
“Yeah,” Tad panted. “But I also like pressure.”
Scott smirked, rewetting his thumb. “You’ll definitely be getting some of that.”
Tad shook his head as that finger resumed. “No, dude. Need it now.”
Scott chuckled and smacked his ass. “No calling me ‘dude.’”
Tad hissed, then moaned when Scott kneaded the sting, as that thumb kept on driving him wild. Round and round and up and down, with the slightest amount of friction. Elusive pleasure taunting his hole, making him downright mental.
Thighs shifting atop his pecs, he let loose a groan, the thing sounding way too needy. “C’mon, baby. That’s driving me crazy. Rub harder, or fuck it, or something.”
Scott grinned in amusement. “You want me to fuck your ass with my finger?”
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bsp; Feeling ridiculous, all bent like a pretzel, Tad choked back an exasperated laugh. “Sure. Whatever. Just fucking do it, before I lose my mind.”
“Hold on,” Scott laughed. “Lemme try something else. Geez, you’re such a spaz.”
Exhaling, Tad swallowed and licked his lips. Oh, thank God. Anything was better than that evil thumb.
He stilled, though, when Scott palmed both cheeks and spread them super wide.
Uh, yeeeaaah… Then again, maybe not.
Grin turning smug, Scott lowered his head.
Tad braced, knowing full well what he was about to—
Lick… lick, lick...
Tad sucked in a breath. Scott’s tongue had officially taken over.
Tensing, he struggled to hold the dude’s stare. One that was blazing like a homecoming bonfire, damn near incinerating him with its heat. God, how those eyes consumed him whole.
Ripples of pleasure raced through his body. Scott’s tongue was getting serious. Hotter, firmer, wetter than his thumb, it moved like pure heaven, but teased like hell. Shuddering, Tad loosed a ragged curse.
“Mmm,” Scott rumbled. “Love eating you out. Could do this shit for hours.”
Tad moaned at the prospect, unable to imagine. Didn’t matter, though, because his brain was already distracted. By how Scott’s hands had moved things north to hold Tad’s sac out of the way. Exposing that sensitive stretch of his taint. Thumbnails grazed the smooth skin first, then blunt teeth gave it go.
“Jesus,” Tad rasped. “That feels… unnngh… amazing.”
Scott murmured something softly and did it again, then suckled his way back down. Way too gently, with more scrapes of teeth.
Head dropping back, Tad loosed another groan as that tongue resumed right where it’d started. Hitting his ring with fast, feathery licks ’til his stupid hole couldn’t stop twitching.
Tad squirmed like crazy, legs struggling to stay up. But, God, he really needed friction. Because not only did this business really amp up his horny, it also tickled really flippin’ bad!
“Damn it!” he laughed. “You’re such a fucking punk!”
“Oh, please,” Scott scoffed, tone as teasing as his tongue. “You totally love this shit.”
“Do not, you insufferable dick!”
Scott flat-out cracked up. “Then how come every time I flick your hole, it puckers up for a kiss?”
Tad choked on more laughter. “Oh, my God. Something’s wrong with your brain.”
Bucking his hips, he tried to twist free. But Scott held him firm and swirled the tip of his tongue, spiraling Tad’s outer rim, then moving to tease dead center.
Tad writhed with a moan, mouth going slack. “Ohhh, my God… That’s sooo… God-damn…”
He could feel Scott’s nose against his sac, his lips brushing the outskirts of his hole. And still, their lust-laden eyes stayed locked. The act so erotic that, honest to God, it made Tad as mindless as that tongue.
“Mmm,” Scott purred against his skin. “You’re so damn tender… and sweet.”
Juicy-wet licking sounds hit Tad’s ears, then some sloppy little sucking noises, too. Oh, God. Not that kind of stimulation, too. The feel of Scott’s mouth was already too much, he couldn’t bear hearing it, too. Fuck, he wished the dude’s tongue would just shove inside. Offer a little burning penetration to combat that effing itch.
Tad fisted his pillow and restlessly yanked as torturous pleasure blitzed his channel. “Please —aw, fuck— You gotta gimme me more.”
But Scott just growled and squeezed his ass, the vibration nearly pitching him off the bed. Tad’s thigh muscles tensed as his whole body quaked. Holy hell, he needed Scott’s dick.
Abruptly, his tormentor sat up and smirked, licking his smug-bastard lips. “Mm. That was nice. Been way too long.”
Panting, Tad dropped his feet and stared. “Yeah,” he chuckled, several octaves too high. “Nice.”
More like holy-fucking-shit-I-think-I-just-imploded.
Scott snickered and gave Tad’s thighs a squeeze, then leaned across the bed to his nightstand. “Unfortunately, my dick just can’t wait any longer.” He snagged out an item and shot Tad a grin. “The big guy really wants to go home.”
Tad coughed out a laugh. “Classy analogy there.”
“You liked that?” Scott smiled, looming back over his body on hands and knees.
“Not really.” Tad grinned, shaking his head.
“Hmm.” Scott dipped down and captured his mouth. “Maybe something a bit more mainstream. Like, home is where my dick is.”
“No,” Tad laughed against his lips.
“Make my dick at home?”
“Getting better. How ’bout, my ass is your ass.”
“Mmm,” Scott murmured. “Fucking perfect.” Deepening their kiss, he sank between Tad’s thighs and lazily rocked his hips.
Tad growled at the feel. At the way their steely shafts pressing together made every inch of him hum. Grabbing the guy’s ass, he ground against him harder.
“Shit, yeah,” Scott rumbled, shoving a hand between their bodies, curling strong fingers around their cocks. Slowly, deftly, he fisted up and down.
Another needy moan drove up Tad’s throat. Definitely another first, having his dick stroked against another dick. Felt so foreign, so strangely sensual, yet so incredibly hot. A combo, as it were, that just made him hornier. Something he honestly hadn’t thought was possible.
Tongue darting anxiously inside Scott’s mouth, he rubbed himself against that hand. Insistently. Urgently. Needing to come.
Scott cursed and pumped faster, then quickly sat back, relocking his eyes with Tad’s. “Feet apart, babe… I’m on the front stoop... Time to unlock that door.”
Octane-strength anticipation flooded Tad’s system. Nervousness. Excitement. Staggering desire. So freaking potent, it shorted out his brain. Which was probably a good thing, considering what was coming. Face-to-face fucking for the very first time? Definitely best not to think.
Dragging in a shuddery breath, he slid his feet nice and wide. Warm, strong hands ran up his shins as brown eyes regarded him intently. Intently—as if Scott still wasn’t convinced that Tad was going to go through with it.
Shit. As if. Tad was so not backing down.
Stubborn resolve must’ve flashed across his features, because suddenly Scott smiled big time. Tad’s insides melted at the sight. Even his bellyful of stupid flutteries stopped to frickin’ swoon. That is, until the dude held up a bottle of fucking lube. Then Tad was right back to wide-eyed and perky, heart all hammering and wild.
Scott’s grin quirked higher as he flipped the thing open and poured some into his hand. It’s crisp, herbal scent breezed past Tad’s nose. He swallowed, licked his lips, then braced with a jerk as cold liquid drizzled on his dick. Running down his shaft, it eased around his balls and seeped into the crack between his cheeks. Instinctively, he clenched when it reached his star as the last of it dripped to the pillow.
Sitting on his heels, Scott spread Tad’s knees wider and scooted in nice and close. Hot inner thighs hugged Tad’s hips and, fuck, did that biz feel good. Scott wrapped his slippery fingers around Tad’s cock. Gripping him tightly, pumping him slow. Tad arched with a moan. God, all that lube made the friction sublime.
Shlick… shlick… shlick… shlick...
Scott glanced down as his other hand joined in on the fun, slipping past Tad’s nuts and down his taint, where fingertips grazed his star.
“Shit,” Tad breathed, hips giving a twitch.
Scott lifted his smoldering eyes at the sound. And just like that, Tad was back under his spell. Seductive, sultry magic, sinking in deep. Saturating his very soul with hunger. And want. And need.
Scott’s finger pressed against his drenched backdoor. Gently at first, then a little bit harder, ’til he slipped through its super-tight ring. Tad grunted softly, wincing at the feel. And yet, that burn was exactly what he needed to help distract his brain. Distract it from a body wo
und way too tightly.
“Shit, yeah,” Scott growled, sinking his finger deeper. “So silky. And hot. And tight. Goddamn, you feel even better than I remember.”
Tad clenched his jaw as his sphincter stretched. It’d been almost two weeks since Scott last tapped his ass. Luckily, the sting wasn’t really that bad and didn’t last all that long. Or, hell, maybe it did, but he was too worked up to care. Because, son of a bitch, did that feel good. Finally, some motherfucking friction. Shamelessly, he rocked his pelvis and gripped that digit tight.
“Jesus,” Scott murmured. “Look atchu go. Keep lovin’ on my finger like that and it’s gonna want a ring.”
A boyish smile tugged at Tad’s lips. Screw a ring. He’d give it the moon with the way it was making him feel. A moan of pure bliss rolled off his tongue. Goddamn, Scott’s finger… and that slow-pumping fist. The two were going to make him lose it really fast. Already that infamous pressure was rousing, stirring in his balls and scaling up his shaft.
Right on cue, a shiver of ecstasy rolled through his six-foot frame.
Scott purred and laid on the breaks. “Hold still, handsome. Gonna give you two.” Finger slipping free, it returned with a second and delved right back to the hilt.
“Shit,” Tad hissed. “That fucking burns.”
Scott paused and waited for him to adjust. “This ain’t your first rodeo. Relax that sweet hole.”
His other hand resumed its languid pumps. Up… and down… up… and down Tad’s rigid length. Tad arched back up with a groan. Because even as his ass stung, his dick was golden, every stroke Scott delivered like rapture on repeat. Seriously, the dude was a frickin’ wizard. Lighting him up while defusing all pain. Next thing Tad knew, those two buried fingers were totally back in business.
“Uuuhhh… uh, fuck.” He could feel them swiveling as they sank in deeper, corkscrewing in and out.
Scott glanced down to watch, so Tad did, too, instantly captivated by the guy’s moving bicep. How it bunched and relaxed to a slow, steady rhythm as his hand pumping pleasure up Tad’s ass.
“Shit,” he panted. “Ah, shit, that feels good.”