Drawn

by Sean Michael

  "Now. Now. I need it." Hungry little slut. He let the tip press against Giles' lips, and Giles stretched, fighting to get to his cock.

  He loved that eagerness and rewarded it by slipping a little more of his cock in. Giles groaned, sucking him into that perfect heat.

  He sank in slowly, almost crying. God, the suction was fierce, intense, Giles sucking him almost viciously. He pulled out a little, the suction only increasing, making him cry out and sink back in, then pull out to feel it all over again. Giles' moan felt like heaven around him. Heaven.

  "Fuck. Giles. Your mouth..." Look how quickly the man had made him incoherent. That mouth worked him like Giles was desperate, was starving. "You want it, G? Want my come?"

  Giles growled around his cock.

  Taking that as a yes, he let his hips have their way, pushing into Giles' mouth over and over. The long throat took him in, Giles swallowing convulsively around him. He grunted hard, spunk pouring from his cock like he was a needy kid.

  Giles took him, groaning, moaning, tongue slapping his prick. He jerked and bucked, cock pushing deeper. Hot. Giles' mouth was hot and getting hotter around him.

  "So fucking good, G. Perfect." Giles was perfect around him. Giles was going to keep him revved up, keep him hard, so he let the man do it, wanting it as much as Giles did. He was going to tan that beautiful ass and then fuck it. Then he was going to feed Giles and make the man sleep again.

  He pulled slowly out, his fingers sliding on Giles' face, and Giles' lips parted for him, red and swollen and wet. "You're fucking gorgeous."

  Giles moaned softly. "Thank you. I. It's nice to hear."

  "Compliments make you tongue-tied?"

  "Yeah. It's always awkward. You never know what people want."

  "I want to fuck you through the mattress, okay?"

  Giles blinked, then started chuckling. "Yes. Yes, that is very much okay."

  "Well, then, you do know what I want." There, easy as pie.

  "I do. You want my hole. I want to feel your cock. It's all good."

  Giles' tough words made him smile. "It is. And you're fucking gorgeous."

  "Excellent. Now fuck me."

  "Fucking pushy."

  "That works."

  Harrison laughed and spread Giles' legs wide, pushing a finger into the eager little hole.

  "Better." Giles grinned at him, winked. He grabbed the lube and slicked his fingers up, sliding three right into Giles.

  "Yes..." That tight little hole clenched, body jerking, and he stretched his fingers apart as far as he could, opening Giles back up.

  Giles twisted for him, hands pulling at the cuffs, gently at first, then harder. He twisted his fingers, finding Giles' gland, grinning as Giles' ass clenched around him. "Fuck. Fuck. There. Again."

  "Yeah, right here." He tapped that spot again, then again.

  Giles was wild under him, bucking and pulling, groaning. Gorgeous, sexy, his. All good words. "Don't stop. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, that's hot."

  "I'm going to stop. I am."

  A broken cry filled his bedroom, the sound perfect. "Why?"

  "Because I want to fuck you with my cock, not my fingers."

  Giles groaned, body rippling around him. He tugged his fingers away and slid on the condom, settling between Giles' spread legs.

  "Please." Giles nodded, moaned, spread wider.

  "I'm not going to leave you wanting." He started to push in, taking his time. Giles squeezed him, and he groaned. Demanding bastard. "I'll set the pace, G. Me."

  He should have blistered Giles' ass first like he'd planned. Next time, he would. Giles tried to buck up against him again, get him deeper, and he pulled out. On the other hand, he could do it now.

  "Pushy, G."

  "God damn it! You said we were going to fuck!"

  "I'm going to spank you first. Remind you who's in charge."

  Giles' eyes went wide. "No fucking way."

  "Yes, way. Gonna make this sweet ass all rosy." Hot and red and tingling.

  "Not going to let you." God, he could smell Giles' arousal.

  "You aren't going to have a choice." He shifted, ignoring the way his cock was aching, and grabbed Giles' hips, twisting him carefully over onto his stomach. There was enough give in Giles' arms that they crossed, but didn't pull painfully against the cuffs.

  That beautiful ass was right there, pale and perfect. Groaning, he rubbed it, felt it up. Giles drew his legs up underneath that long, lean body, offering him more of that pretty ass. Oh yes, someone wanted this, needed it.

  He felt Giles' balls, squeezed them gently, and the man's thighs parted. "Sexy fucker, that's what you are, Giles."

  "No spanking. Just fuck me."

  "Yes, spanking." He let his hand fly, landing it on Giles' right butt cheek.

  "No..." But Giles didn't pull away. Instead, the man pushed back toward him.

  He nodded and hit the other ass cheek, then the first again.

  "Asshole..." Giles found his rhythm, started dancing for him.

  "Am not. I'm the man who gives you what you want." He kept smacking, jonesing on the sound, and on the way Giles worked with him.

  "No. No, what I need."

  "Yes. Very good." Giles knew the difference. He appreciated that.

  "Don't say that. It's not good to need this. Don't stop."

  "You need it. You need it. You need it." With every word, he swatted Giles' ass.

  "Don't say it..." Giles was pushing into each swat.

  "You need it."

  "Don't say that!"

  He gave a really hard swat and said it again. "You need it."

  Giles cried out, head shaking. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Let me go, now."

  "No. I'm doing this. We're doing this."

  Giles shook his head again. Still, Giles' body was eager, moving toward his hand, so Harrison kept spanking, his palm beginning to burn deliciously. He watched the pale skin turn rosy red, almost glowing.

  "You look good like this, G."

  "It burns."

  "Yeah. So good, isn't it?"

  Giles whimpered softly but refused to answer.

  "Stubborn man." He grabbed hold of one asscheek, squeezed. Burning. The skin was burning.

  Giles' muscles went tight, and he leaned down and licked at the heated skin. He almost laughed as Giles stilled. He licked again, then again, swirling his tongue around on the hot skin. He could feel Giles relax, settle into the sensations.

  He used his thumb and his tongue, working Giles' ass, and low moans started to fill the air, Giles right there with him. He let them build, silently urging Giles higher and higher.

  "Harrison. Harrison, I need your cock. I need more."

  "Are you sure?" He was going to drive Giles as far as he could.

  "Am I sure? Jesus."

  Harrison laughed and blew across the hot, damp flesh. Giles' toes curled, and the man shuddered and pulled away. He took a swipe at that sweet little hole.

  "Please. Please. What do you want me to do?"

  "I'm enjoying the begging..." Giles wasn't quite needy enough yet. Harrison wanted him at the very edge before taking the man.

  "Oh, for fuck's sake. You bastard."

  Harrison chuckled. "You're too coherent to be as needy as I want you."

  A string of curses left Giles, making Harrison laugh again. He bit at the sweet, reddened ass, and Giles scooted away from him, moving toward the headboard.

  "Nowhere to go, G. Gonna make you scream with need."

  "Let me go." Giles' balls were hanging heavy, swinging.

  "No, that's not in the deal." He pushed his thumbs into Giles' ass.

  "Oh... It's not? I can't stay here."

  "You can until I've finished fucking you through the mattress."

  "Then do it!"

  "When I'm ready." He spread Giles with his thumbs, blowing into the little hole.

  Giles stiffened, gasped. "Wh...what are you doing?"

  "Stimulating you. Has no one ever played with you?" Giles w
as so needy for every sensation, it was amazing to work him over.

  "Not like that. Not there."

  "You like it?" He blew again, then wriggled his thumbs.

  "I don't know."

  "You like this, though." He let his thumbs slide away and pressed in with his prick.

  "Yes." Giles grunted, body welcoming him in.

  "Pushy, needy man."

  He slid all the way in, and when he was as far as he could go, he pulled out the tiniest bit and pushed in even deeper.

  "Fuck..." Giles' ass gripped him, tugged his cock in deeper.

  "That's the idea." He pulled all the way out, and then pressed in again, his cock head pushing, breaching the ring of muscles, and then shoving all the way in again.

  "Oh..." Giles moaned, shoulders lifting from the mattress. "Yes."

  He ran his hand up to Giles' shoulder, wrapping his fingers around it. "Yes." He thrust again, and again.

  "Please. Yes. More. So fucking good."

  He gave it to Giles, gave it to him hard and fast, the heat of Giles' ass warming his hips on every thrust. Giles sobbed for him, meeting each thrust.

  "That's it, G. Come on."

  "Please. Don't stop." Giles begged so good.

  "You sure?"

  "Fucker." Giles' ass was like a fist.

  He rubbed Giles' red cheeks with one hand, the other still holding tight to Giles' shoulder. "Ease up, a little. I'm not going anywhere."

  "Sorry. Sorry, you have me all tense."

  He felt Giles trying to relax. He jerked his hips a little, hitting Giles' gland in a promise that he wasn't going to stop. This man needed sensation so badly he fought everything. Insane.

  As soon as Giles had relaxed enough that he could move, Harrison began to thrust in earnest. He slammed into Giles over and over.

  "Oh..." Giles sobbed once, then started moving with him.

  "That's it. Come on now, we can do this all fucking day long."

  "Yes. Yes." Giles rode him, face determined, fierce. He slid his hand around to grab Giles' cock, letting their movements drive it through his fist. "Harrison. Harrison." Giles nodded, swallowed hard.

  "Yeah, right here, G. And. I'm. Not. Going. Any. Where." He punctuated each word with another thrust.

  Heat sprayed between them, Giles' muscles rippling around him, milking him.

  "Fuck yes!" He cried out, humping hard and fast as he chased his own orgasm. He emptied himself, still feeling the aftershocks of Giles' orgasm around him.

  Collapsing onto Giles, he was careful not to tug the wrists still cuffed to his headboard. Giles hummed softly, the vibrations feeling so good. He pressed a kiss to Giles' neck and then reached up to work off the cuffs.

  "Want to paint you now."

  "Right this very second?"

  Giles' ass squeezed him. "Uh-huh."

  He didn't think so. "I think you can wait. I know you're going to wait."

  Giles shook his head. "I have to work."

  That ass worked his prick again. Groaning, he jerked his hips inward a few times. He had to come out, though, take off the condom. Giles stretched as he slid out and slipped the rubber off.

  He took the cuffs off Giles and the man stretched again, smiling widely. "Gonna jump in the shower real quick."

  "I'll join you, and we'll make it better then 'real quick.'"

  "I." Giles stopped, head tilting. "I'd like that, I think."

  He chuckled and helped Giles get moving again. "You will."

  "You don't know that. I might be a love 'em and leave 'em type."

  "Not with me you're not." He turned the shower on, adjusting it to fairly hot.

  "I'm not?" Giles hands slid down his back.

  "Nope. I'm not the love 'em and leave 'em type, either." He pushed back against Giles' hands.

  "You have a lovely back." Giles lips followed his spine.

  He spread his legs slightly and moaned softly. "And you have great hands."

  "I do." His ass was caressed, the crease where legs met butt explored.

  He chuckled, nodded, and spread a little wider. "You do." Giles' mouth kept moving south, lips tickling his lower back. "Oh, fuck." The man was going to make him hard again.

  "Mmmhmm." Giles licked and nuzzled, fingers spreading him. He put his hands on the wall, the tile cool against his palms. "So pretty..." Giles' tongue worked down.

  "So hot." That tongue was spreading fire. Giles' chuckle made him shiver. "Your mouth's almost as good as your hands."

  "Almost." Sharp teeth scraped his ass.

  He laughed at the bite. "Yes. Almost."

  Harrison felt the tongue soothing his ass cheek, easing the bite.

  "Yeah, yeah, that's good." His cock was making a great recovery, filling eagerly.

  "Mmmhmm." Giles' lips moved to the top of his crack. He pressed back toward Giles' mouth.

  "Pretty little hole." Giles nipped the top of his ass.

  "Sweet mouth."

  "Uh-huh." One finger slipped down, teased his hole.

  "I want to feel it around my cock," he told Giles', imagining that mouth and his prick together.

  "Do you? Maybe." When he growled a little at that, Giles chuckled, tongue circling his hole. "Maybe I'll fuck you instead."

  "No. I don't think so." Harrison didn't bottom.

  "No?"

  "No, G. I'm the top."

  Giles snorted, tongue sliding against him. "I can change your mind."

  "I don't want my mind changed."

  Giles sighed, swatted his ass, then stood and pulled away. "Okay."

  He turned and took Giles' face in his hands, kissed the man. Giles rumbled against him, but he didn't let his artist start fussing. He rubbed them together, Giles's skin good against his prick. Giles's hands fluttered beside him like the man didn't know quite what to do. "Touch me, G." The words growled out of him.

  "Where?" Someone was pouting a little.

  He took Giles' hand and pressed it against his chest, then slowly moved it down. Giles moaned, nails digging in a little. "Mmm. Yeah. That's it." He loved the way Giles pinked when complimented. "Don't you stop, G."

  "I won't stop. I'm not a greedy partner."

  "No, I never imagined you were."

  A needy partner, yes. Hungry. Desperate for sensation and connection. But never greedy.

  He devoured Giles' mouth, encouraged more touches. They drew over him with invisible paint, so inquisitive, so intense. He began to move, rubbing against Giles, his cock sliding on his lover's skin, and Giles stroked his cock, the touch incredibly gentle.

  "Fuck." He leaned his hands against the tile again, pushing into Giles' hands.

  "Like I said, G. Great hands." Amazing damn hands.

  "I'm a painter."

  "You're not worthless, G. Even if you didn't paint, I'd want you."

  "Save lies for things that are important."

  He grabbed Giles' hands and waited until the man looked at him. "You're not here with me because of your talent with a paintbrush. I don't care if you paint another stroke for as long as you live. And I don't lie."

  "Don't say things like that."

  "It's the truth."

  Giles blushed dark, tried to pull away from him. "Hush."

  "I won't."

  "You have to." Stubborn man.

  "It's the truth, and I'll say it as much as I want. You are important to me, and it has nothing to do with your art."

  Giles backed away, shook his head. "Please don't."

  "Come back here. You're touching me -- you're going to suck me."

  "I am?"

  He held out one hand imperiously. "You are."

  Harrison put his hand on Giles' shoulder when the man moved close again; he pressed, not hard, just enough to encourage Giles to his knees. Giles went, too. Slowly. Carefully. Deliberately. He groaned, his prick going even harder, bobbing like it was trying to get Giles' attention. His new lover moaned, lips brushing the tip of his cock.

  "Oh fuck." It took a lot of willpow
er not to just push right into Giles' mouth.

  "Mmmhmm." Giles licked his slit.

  He curled his fingers, turning his hands into fists to keep from grabbing control.

  "You have a gorgeous cock." Giles explored it, focused on it. Learned it.

  "Uh-huh." He wasn't about to argue the point. It didn't seem to matter what he said anyway, not the way Giles took his time, licking and nuzzling. He loved the way Giles was into it. He wasn't just doing this because Harrison had asked, or he felt he had to in order to be fair -- Giles liked doing this. Harrison's balls were stroked, tugged, the vein along his shaft nibbled. He let his moans loose, telling Giles without words how much he was enjoying the attention. Giles responded beautifully to the praise, too, slowly taking his cock in deep.

  He slid his fingers through Giles' wet hair, pushing it off his face and shoulders. It was everything he could do not to thrust.

  Giles took him in to the root, then started swallowing, over and over, throat closing around him.

  "Fuck! Yes!" Goddamn, that was good.

  Those beautiful eyes flashed up to him and he nodded, breathing hard. He started moving his hips, pushing slowly, as carefully as he could. Harrison smiled, nodding again as Giles shivered for him. He moved a little faster, prick sliding through the hot mouth. He let his fingers trail through Giles' hair again, this time holding on. His hips moved even faster; he fucked Giles' mouth, groaning as he pushed in over and over.

  Good boy. So fucking hot. So right. Harrison was fucking keeping him. He pulled Giles' head back a little farther, humped harder. Giles opened for him, let him in deep, deeper than anyone ever had.

  "Gonna come, G."

  Giles swallowed in response, tugging his cock.

  "Yes!" He pushed in hard a few more times and spilled down Giles' throat, the pleasure climbing up his spine. His cock was held in, Giles not spilling a drop. Aftershocks of pleasure hit him, making him shudder.

  Keeping him. Definitely keeping him. Harrison was never looking back.

  "Mine." He rubbed his thumb along Giles' cheek, staring into the man's face.

  "I." Giles' lips slid over his shaft.

  "Mine." He growled the word this time. He watched his lover shiver. "I'm not giving you up, so you'll have to get used to it."

  "You will. No one survives the crazy but my sister."

  "You'll see." Giles didn't have to believe him. Not yet.