by Sean Michael
"I...I don't know."
Grinning, Barton turned back to his left nipple, mouth open.
"No." He covered his swollen nips with his palms, shaking his head.
One of Barton's eyebrows went up as the man's gaze met his again. "You don't like it?" Barton rolled their hips together, as if reminding him he was still hard.
He nodded, shook his head, nodded again. Oh, God, he totally did and much as he knew he should deny it, he couldn't.
Surging up, Barton kissed him hard, then slid down his body again, tongue flicking back and forth. The gentle touch was almost harder to bear. He shuddered and sobbed, totally undone.
Thigh pressed against his cock, Barton rocked, the movements matching the flicking of his tongue and building a storm inside him. The world seemed to change, pleasure smashing into pressure, altering the air.
"I could put a wand in your cock, Kendall. Make it so your balls can't empty but your body can still come."
"What? In... No." No, that was impossible.
"Oh yes. It's rather incredible."
He shook his head. "Things don't go in."
"They do. You want me to show you?"
Kendall was utterly fucking confused. Totally.
Barton kissed his belly button, then got up and moved to a cupboard.
Kendall wrapped up in the sheets, frowned. "Where are you going?"
"I'm just getting a sound, baby. I'll be right back."
"What?" Getting around what?
It wasn't long at all before Barton was back with a little bag that looked like a shaving kit. "Oh, don't cover that amazing body up."
Ignoring Barton's words, Kendall demanded, "What's that?"
"It's a case for my sounds." Barton sat, opened it up and offered over a thin metal rod.
Kendall took it, trying to figure out what kind of tool it was.
"It goes in here." Barton touched the tip of his cock, his slit. "And it keeps you from ejaculating, but you can still orgasm."
Kendall shook his head. No way. "You're lying."
"Shall I show you? It'll be amazing, I promise." Barton grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside table.
His head just shook, back and forth. "I'm not going to let you hurt my cock." No way. He got up, fighting the sheets.
Barton put down the stuff he was holding and wrapped those strong arms around him. "Shh. Shh. It's okay, Ken. It won't hurt you--I would never hurt you like that. You must know that."
"It's...it's a needle or a fucking dipstick or something."
"It's a sound. Their original use is in hospitals. It's perfectly safe, I promise you."
"Hospitals? What for?"
"They stick it in your penis." Barton chuckled. "Not to increase your pleasure during sex, of course."
"I..." Whoa. No way.
"It'll be unlike any orgasm you've ever experienced. Orgasm. That's pleasure, baby."
"I... Why would you want to put that in me. I like my orgasms." He pulled away.
"Because this will be orgasms that encompass your entire body." Barton smiled at him, held his gaze.
Kendall was totally lost, completely off.
"Do you trust me, Kendall? I haven't steered you wrong yet."
"I...I trust you, but... That's... In me." He couldn't make his words work.
"Yes. Inside you, bringing you so much pleasure."
"I can't." He moved toward Barton this time and the man wrapped the strong arms around him again.
"You can do anything. You are so much stronger than you realize." Barton touched him, fingers easing him, stroking him.
The man's touches made Kendall feel so very good. His eyes closed, and he leaned hard, the support addictive.
Soft kisses slid over his head, his face and Kendall began to relax, breathe.
"Better, baby?" Barton asked.
"Uh-huh. Sorry."
"It's okay, Ken. I know everything is new to you."
"New and so hard." He was fighting his shame with everything he was.
Barton cupped his face, looking into his eyes. "And you're doing so well, Ken. You should be so proud of yourself. I'm proud of you."
"Not ashamed? At all?" Kendall wasn't sure he could believe that.
"Not at all. I think you're brave. I think you're special."
Kendall felt like his cheeks were on fire.
Barton kissed him, and rubbed his back, easing him. It took eons, but his cock began to fill again, the touches, the pleasure was overwhelming.
"Do you trust me, baby?" The soft words were important, he could see it in Barton's eyes.
"I shouldn't, but I'm here, so I must."
"Then trust me. I won't do anything to damage you. I only want to bring you pleasure and intense orgasms."
"I'm so far out of my league with you," Kendall admitted.
"I think you're keeping up just fine."
He leaned in, cheek resting on Barton's shoulder, soaking up sensation. Barton started touching him again, those big, warm fingers moving over his back and playing down his spine like he was a piano. His hips began to move in time, rock with the touches, nice and steady.
Barton's warm skin felt like magic against him. Murmuring, Barton hummed against his skin, and it relaxed him even more. Barton eased him back down onto the mattress, hand rubbing over his breastbone, and he went, sighing, eyelids heavy.
"I'm going to put the sound in now, baby. You might want to watch--it's fascinating.
Watch? He couldn't. All he could do was breathe, in and out.
"No? You don't have to." Barton grabbed his cock, squeezing it. Then Barton began pushing something cool into his slit.
Kendall's eyes flew open. "What are you doing?"
"Making the way slick."
"That...that's lube." Could Barton do that?
"Yes. It's so the sound slides in easily."
Oh, God. Kendall squeezed his eyes closed again. Barton was actually doing this.
"You really should watch. It's amazing."
The next thing Kendall knew, something hard was pushing into his slit. Into his slit! He stiffened, trying desperately to will the burn away. The thing kept moving inside him, deeper and deeper. Then all of a sudden, it was done, the movement stopping.
This noise was in the air--wild and keening, almost panicked.
Barton's fingers stroked over his belly. "Shh. Shh. It's okay, baby. You're fine."
Oh, God. That keening noise was him. Him.
Heat pressed against his lips, and he realized it was Barton's mouth. He opened up, crying out all his desperation, his fear. Barton took him in, accepted his noises, his feelings.
"It's in me." His brain was...on fire.
"It is. You're doing so well, baby."
His mind clung to the praise, to the words.
"It's going to make everything bigger," Barton promised.
He wasn't sure that was possible, at all. Everything with Barton had been huge, how could it possibly get bigger?
Barton cupped his balls and stroked them. His legs spread, his hips moving restlessly.
"Let's see if we can get that desperate need back," murmured Barton.
Did they need to? Be desperate? He couldn't ask, because Barton's mouth was on his own, kissing him like Barton owned him. The steady pressure almost distracted him from the fact that there was something in his cock. In. His. Cock. Like his thinking about it made Barton think about it, too, Barton reached down and touched the ball at the top of the metal, shifting it inside him.
"No." Oh, God. Don't move it.
Barton touched it again, tugged it out a little and slid it back into place.
He vocalized his protest this time. "Don't. Don't touch it."
"Why not?" Barton "fucked" him with it again.
He didn't know why not. It was so big. So vast. New.
"I'm touching it," Barton told him. "And I'm going to keep touching it."
Kendall shook his head, side to side. He was going to scream. Barton nodded his
head up and down in response and tugged the sound out, a lot, then dropped it back in. Kendall bit out a sharp noise and tried to pull away, but Barton kept him where he was.
Barton slid his fingers along the length of Kendall's cock, then stroked his balls, petting them before moving down past them to play with the so-sensitive patch of skin beyond them. "I could put a ring right here on you, baby."
Kendall's eyes rolled back in his head, hips fucking the air furiously.
"No one would see it. No one would know it was there but you and me. Our little secret so you always--always--knew this was real." Barton kept stroking that spot, over and over.
Kendall knees drew up, the pressure inside him building. "Stop saying those things!"
"I won't. You love that thought, don't you? Of having something that's ours, something you know is there and no one else does?"
"No. No rings. You're mad." Insane. Fucking crazy.
"Not today. But now that it's out there you want it." Barton pressed hard and that spot inside him lit up.
Kendall kicked restlessly, his balls wanting to empty, but they couldn't.
"Don't fight it, baby, let it happen."
"I... That thing is inside me."
"You can still have an orgasm. You just can't ejaculate."
"It's inside me." Kendall tried not to scream--Barton's words didn't make sense.
"It doesn't matter." Barton kept him from repeating the words yet again by closing their mouths together and totally derailing him with another one of those amazing kisses. His balls ached, his cock burned and it was like he had forgotten how to breathe.
Barton shifted and stretched and all the while kissed him, kept him from asking what was going on. Then a thick, slick finger pushed into his hole and he knew. His eyes went wide and his entire body tightened. Oh, God. Oh, God.
Barton's finger pushed into him and into him, seeming so huge and going so deep. It heated him from the inside out.
"Barton?" He stared at Barton, his eyes burning.
"Just feel, remember?" That finger kept moving, not pushing deeper or faster, but never still.
"You're touching me everywhere."
"I am. Inside and out."
Inside and out. Kendall reached down, touched his full prick.
"Touch the ball at the tip, baby. See how it feels to move it inside you."
He reached down, head pounding, fingertips barely stroking the ball.
"Mmm. Feels incredible, doesn't it?"
"I don't know." He couldn't even ponder this much desire.
"Try turning it in place," Barton suggested.
Kendall's reply was immediate. "No. No, I can't."
"Sure you can, baby. You can do anything you set your mind to." Barton kissed his temple, his forehead. "Turn it."
The finger inside him wriggled again, pushed a little deeper. He shook his head, but he twisted the sound the slightest bit. At the same time, Barton pushed against something inside him and his entire body lit up. He stopped breathing, his toes curling hard enough his body ached.
"There's the magic." Barton did it again.
"Please." He sobbed softly, swallowing over and over.
"What are you begging for?" Barton continued to touch that spot.
He had no fucking idea. None. "I ache."
"Good. Just feel everything. There's no right, no wrong. Just sensation."
"No wrong." God, he wanted to believe that.
"Shh. No thinking. Just feeling." Barton went back to hitting that spot inside him.
Finally he had to lean back, swallow hard, every nerve on fire.
"Let the orgasm happen, Ken."
"How? How? Take it out..."
"No." That was it, all Barton had to say on the matter. Just no.
"Barton..." The pressure against that spot inside him got bigger, deeper.
"Just let go," Barton insisted. "Let the orgasm push through you."
He sobbed, caught, trapped, and yet flying so fucking high.
Barton gave him no quarter, didn't let up for a second. Then something happened, a rush of heat and pleasure deep inside him. It flushed through him, all the way to the tips if his fingers and his toes.
If he cried, if he screamed, he didn't know it. All he knew was that feeling, moving through his very blood, filling him with indescribable pleasure. It was more than he could cope with, more than he could understand, and the only thing he could hold onto was Barton. The man was there for him, mouth closing over his, breathing into him.
Hysterical tears started then and he held on, needing Barton more than his next breath. Barton kept him close, let him cling, and never once called him a baby or a pussy or less than a man.
When he calmed, Barton was still there, holding him. Barton left a kiss on the top of his head. That thing was still in his prick, Barton's fingers were still in his hole, and he was still shaking.
"You're doing so well, baby. You've come without emptying your balls. It's an incredible feeling, isn't it?"
"Uh-huh." He couldn't even begin to explain.
Smiling, Barton wriggled his fingers deep inside Kendall. He shook his head, swallowing hard. Barton nodded, as if replying to his head shake and that spot inside him was touched again.
"Oh, God. I...I might die."
"Of pleasure? I don't think anyone ever has."
Kendall wasn't so sure of that. In fact, he was pretty damn sure his brain was going melt.
Barton's fingers slid out of him and, perversely, he missed them the second they were gone. Then the man lay next to him and drew him into the strong arms, holding him. His filled cock brushed Barton's body and he cried out, desperate.
"Just relax for a few minutes, baby. Let your body rest."
He nodded, head on Barton's shoulder.
"I've got you," Barton told him.
"Promise?"
"I promise, Kendall. And I'm not letting go."
All he could do was trust.
* * * *
Barton held Kendall just as he'd promised as the man slowly came down. Of course, he planned to send Ken back into orgasm again before too long. It was stunning, watching Ken come with the sound in his cock as the dry orgasm took every inch of the man.
Barton wanted Ken out of his mind, so lost in pleasure that there could be no shame. Not even the thought of shame. He started moving his fingers again, gently pushing them into Ken's gland.
"I..." Ken began.
"Shh," Barton whispered. "Just feel." No thinking, no protesting, just his fingers and Ken's body. He continue nudging the little bit of flesh.
Ken began offering him tiny moans, little sweet cries. Prick bobbing now and then, enticing him, Barton kept his touches to the inside of Ken's body. For now. He could milk Ken dry.
He kissed Ken gently, hand ever moving. "How're you doing?"
"I don't know." Ken took a shaky breath, eyes unfocused.
"Honesty is good." He knew Kendall was buzzing, the burn almost too much. He began fucking Ken's tight hole again, fingers moving vigorously.
"No more," whispered Ken.
Oh, they weren't quite done. Barton added more slick. "You haven't felt me inside you yet, baby."
"Inside me?"
"Yes. My cock. Your ass. Merged."
Ken shook his head. "I... That's so much. Everything's so much."
"It's bigger and better than anything the haters can say or do, baby. It's everything."
"I'm scared." The words were soft, honest, and touched him.
He gave Ken another kiss, long and easy, knowing his kisses always brought Ken back to pleasure. "I'll go slowly, baby. You've been stretched, that's the hardest part."
He kept kissing, careful not to jostle Ken's plugged cock. He could feel Ken slowly relaxing and he redoubled his efforts, kissing deeper and teasing gently with his fingers. Ken melted down into the sheets, humming and kissing him back.
God, Ken was hot. Hot. Sweet. Addictive. Barton wanted to hook him, keep him forever. He wanted t
hat smile turned on him.
He ended the kiss by biting at Ken's lower lip. Ken's closed eyes opened, the look quiet, blissful. Stunning. Fuck, Ken was stunning.
"I'm going to make love with you, Ken. You're going to feel me deep inside." He smiled gently, pressed another kiss to Ken's lips. "I'm going to fill you all up." He wanted Ken to have the best first time in history.
He kept kissing--he knew how much Ken loved his kisses. Wanting to make sure Ken was as open as possible before it was his cock, he spread his fingers as wide as they could go.
"Oh..." Ken's shoulders left the pillows, chest pushing against him.
He kept Ken down against the bed, smiling into his eyes.
"Full." Ken gasped the word out.
"I know." Barton wriggled his fingers around, gently touching Ken's gland. "But good."
"Good." Ken repeated his word, asshole clenching.
"Mmm. That's right, baby." He pressed kisses over Ken's face. He let his fingers close, then opened them again, stretching Ken again. "You ready for the next step, baby?"
"I hope so."
"I'm going to make it good, I promise." He pulled his fingers away, slowly letting them slip out of Ken's ass.
"Is the thing in me coming out, too?"
"Not yet, but it will." After he'd fucked Ken into the mattress.
He slid between Ken's legs, draping the strong thighs over his own. Making short work of the condom and slicking himself up, he was soon pushing forward, moving in until his cockhead pressed against Ken's little hole.
"I..." Those beautiful eyes met his and then the tip popped in.
Ken's eyes went wide and Barton himself groaned. So fucking, amazingly tight. "Fuck, baby. You're magic."
He gave Ken another moment to get used to it, then began to push. Ken's lips parted, breath huffing from him.
"That's it, baby, Just breathe."
"Breathe," Ken repeated. "Just breathe."
"Uh-huh." Barton swore he could feel each breath Ken took around his cock.
Then Ken stretched, really moving on his prick.
"Oh, baby. Fuck, that's so good."
"Uh-huh. Deep. You're deep." Kendall was lost in it, body clenching and releasing, over and over.
It felt fucking amazing.
Groaning, Barton brought their lips together. Their hips rolled, his cock sinking in over and over.
If it was half as good for Ken as it was for him, it was definitely the best first time ever.