by R Phoenix
Not that it mattered. What mattered was that he was going to be on that cock in under a minute, and he wasn’t altogether sure he could handle it.
He’d taken dick before. Sometimes it was hard to avoid when he was feeding, but usually he just… blew people, and got his meal that way, and now—
He looked back up at Leandro and offered a grin that never quite reached his eyes. “Do you think you can?” he counter-questioned. “I’m pretty tight.” He pushed his sweatpants down all the way and stepped out of them — leaving him buck naked, because it was still weird to steal underwear from clothes lines.
Leandro stepped out of his finely tailored pants and kicked them aside, standing there in only his underwear — which was still entirely too much clothing, and he would take any opportunity to touch that man more.
He tugged the silk boxers down and out of the way, dragging his fingers along all-too-perfect skin.
“Are you purposely sabotaging yourself?” Leandro asked sweetly. “Because if you’re that tight, I won’t last long at all.”
He smiled up at the other man, letting his fingers wrap around all that endowment he was going to get familiar with. “The beauty of this contest is that there’s no way I don’t win…” he said, his voice low, practically a purr. He grabbed the discarded lubricant and drizzled a generous amount over his hand and Leandro’s cock as he worked it. He felt the way the lust continued to rise to new heights, and he allowed himself to feed more again.
If he tired the man out good right away, he’d only have to take that cock so many times, and he wouldn’t be sore… But then again… Maybe he wanted to take it more than that, and be sore, and have trouble walking. Maybe he could feed more that way too.
Leandro kissed him hard, deep, and he started to urge Kolt to take steps backwards. Those cool hands found his ass cheeks, gripping them hard and pulling him in so close it was hard to stroke him properly.
He ended up pushed against the plush leather couch, turned and bent over so Leandro had perfect access to his ass.
Leandro didn’t waste any more time with his target in sight, and he could already feel the press of that cock against his hole, threatening to stretch him.
“More lube,” he snapped. “Or it’s never gonna fit…” He glanced back at the gorgeous man behind him, who seemed to be somewhat surprised by his words. “You can fuck me senseless, just… lube.” he promised, using some more actual words.
The slickened head of Leandro’s cock still pressed against his ass like a looming threat. “You’re the one who wanted me inside of you so desperately,” he replied. “You’re the one who lubed up my cock. Shouldn’t you have made sure it was enough, Kol’tso?”
Jesus Fucking Christ.
He pressed back against the man with a groan before pushing himself up a little, so he wasn’t leaning on his elbows any longer. “You wanna have a discussion about this, or do you want to fuck…?" he asked, hating how shaky his voice sounded. It was far removed from the confidence he wished he had, but he was also far removed from his comfort zone. He felt needy, and greedy, which likely meant he could kill again, and he was trying to keep a handle on himself, but fuck—!
“I want to fuck,” Leandro said, his voice a low purr. “But you need it, don’t you?”
The words were like a strike of lightning, and whatever fuzzy lust-driven feelings he’d had faded fast. It likely was just porn talk, just some weird version of dirty talk, but it rather felt like an existential dilemma.
It was true, in a way. He needed it. It fed him more than anything else, and he wasn’t sure he could live without it. He hadn’t had the strength to find out. He tried to regroup, reminding himself that there was no way this guy had a fucking clue about what he needed, or what he’d done.
Just porn talk.
He forced a smirk, as he lowered himself again, stretching and arching his back to offer the man a show of pale skin and flexing muscle.
“I’m greedy,” he finally said. “I want to fuck, and I need your cock in me…” He just committed to the cheap dirty talk. If that was what it took… “Please,” he added sweetly, biting his lower lip as his eyes strayed to the bottle of lube.
Leandro grabbed the bottle. “Pull your ass cheeks apart,” he directed.
Obediently, he reached behind himself, feeling the cool lubricant drizzling along his crack.
Without warning, Leandro thrust two fingers inside of him, the long digits as persistent as everything else about the man.
He gasped as Leandro pushed them in farther. It felt impossibly tight. It wasn’t exactly the gentle foreplay he likely could’ve used. He clenched hard on those fingers, no matter how much he tried to relax. It was still a touch painful, making him bite down on his lower lip to stifle any pained noises.
“You weren’t exaggerating when you said you were tight,” Leandro murmured into his ear, teeth nipping at the shell as he worked his fingers in and out of him more slowly. “You set yourself up to lose, Kol’tso. What game are we really playing, hmm?”
How the fuck was he still talking?
He moaned softly and tried his best to relax further, to ease into it, letting his hips rock with the thrusting of those fingers.
“Doesn’t feel like I’m losing…” he gasped out.
A dark chuckle sounded against his neck, a second before lips and teeth teased the skin. Those fingers kept playing him like he was a fucking instrument, and the pain started to evolve into pleasure the longer Leandro continued to play with his ass.
The reason he’d demanded lube in the first place was because he was used to people just going for it, hard and fast and filthy, with no questions asked. The fact that Leandro had the clarity to care — or whatever — and stretch him, was an interesting change of pace.
“Are you a virgin, Kol’tso?" the man asked, his voice more thoughtful than aroused — even though it was obvious the man was still very turned on.
He needed a moment to catch his breath enough to chuckle, and he shook his head. “No…” he admitted, beginning to feel a shakiness in his legs with the way Leandro kept fingering him. “Hardly an expert though…” he added in a mutter, feeling a flush of heat rise up to his cheeks.
“Too busy sucking cock to learn how to use this magnificent ass of yours, hmm?”
He didn’t know how to respond to that without sounding like a slut. He chose not to respond at all, to instead focus on being loosened up and to try to enjoy the odd act of kindness as best he could.
Leandro drew his fingers out of him, and he tried to stay relaxed, even if his legs felt wobbly and like they belonged to someone else.
He was expecting that cock to come next, hard and unrelenting, but instead three fingers thrust all the way inside of him. He startled, growing tense again as the thrust made him surge forward.
“Don’t worry, Kol’tso, I plan on giving your ass a lot of practice,” Leandro promised with a soft chuckle. “It’ll be as talented as that hot mouth of yours before the night is over…” He groaned against the skin of his back “But for now…” He pulled his fingers out, and the head of that cock was at his ass again.
Before he could worry about it, or even anticipate it, Leandro shoved into him without further warning.
Kolt gasped loudly. Having been stretched helped with the initial penetration, but not with the way that cock slammed into him, burying itself deep inside of him.
He felt hot, and like he might split with how full he was. But fuck, it felt nice to have someone just…. Take him so deliberately, without the frantic need to get it done as quickly as possible.
“For now, your ass is all mine,” Leandro murmured before he landed the first full thrust, pushing in just a little bit farther than had seemed possible. The gradual force of it shoved him closer against the couch, and he gasped once more, feeling like he was having trouble breathing.
The light headedness meant he probably was.
“Yes,” he moaned, reaching behind him for Leandro�
�s wrist and grabbing a hold of it. “Take me,” he begged — something he almost regretted when the next thrust practically forced him over the back of the couch. He tightened his grip on the man’s wrist, seeping the energy from him with every thrust that followed.
As aware and… unaffected as he’d been before, Leandro was every bit as lost in lust now. It boiled within him, making it impossible to ignore, if he hadn’t already been feeding off of the energy, he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from doing it then.
The beautiful man behind him had an impossibly good cock, reaching places inside of him he was damn sure had never been touched before — or pounded before, because with every thrust it grew rougher. Leandro picked up the pace, and he angled his thrusts to catch that one sweet spot inside of him with every stroke, leaving Kolt moaning and gaping.
There was so much of everything. So much pleasure, so much lust to binge on, so much cock inside of him, so much force behind every thrust, it was overwhelming — which was also new.
Normally, he was better off than the person under his spell. This time though, he was the one making sounds he’d never made before. He was rocking with every thrust, twisting his body to both accommodate and optimize the feelings while simultaneously, on some level, trying to escape them. He was breathing hard and ragged, finding it harder and harder to think straight, and he let it happen.
Even though he knew he shouldn’t, that he should keep his control, that he should be mindful as not to repeat what had happened with the last guy — but there was so much of Leandro. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to take a little more….
6
Something nipped at him, something that didn’t seem quite right — but it was at the edge of his consciousness, something he was barely aware of and cared about even less. How could he care about much of anything when he was balls-deep into someone who looked this impossibly good? Who felt even better? Who made the most pornographic sounds while he was being pounded into the couch?
It had been so long since he’d been lost in sex, since he’d done more than toy with his prey, but Leandro was lost then. He didn’t care, even if it meant he’d completely lost control of himself for a moment, because it all felt too damn good.
He might’ve reached around to Kolt’s cock, to stroke him and bring him off, to make that ass tighten just a little more around his own cock as he came, but this was a competition…
He always liked an excuse not to have to bother with someone else’s pleasure — not that he needed one.
The sounds Kolt was producing drove him on, a little harder, a little deeper, a little more savage. He’d promised Kolt would be sore after this, and he’d meant it.
Despite the tightness of that fine ass, it took a good while for his body to reach its peak, courtesy of the messy blow job downstairs, but Leandro finally stiffened and dug his fingernails into Kolt’s hips. He groaned, thrusting deep inside of his conquest as he came as hard and violently as he’d fucked.
For a moment, he was silent but for his heavy breathing, then he murmured, “Two.”
Kolt shivered beneath him, panting hard, and — best of all — he didn’t complain. Not about the roughness of the fuck, or the lack of a reach around, nor about the fact that he was still hard, while Leandro was already two orgasms in. He just took it, like a trooper, and he stretched his slender body out over the couch.
Leandro couldn’t resist the urge to run his hands over it, feeling oddly possessive.
“Fuck…” Kolt breathed out, wetting his lips and looking back at him with what he could only describe as a come-hither-look. Which shouldn’t have been possible with how hard and unfulfilled he had to be.
Still.
Leandro let go of Kolt’s hips, grabbing his chin instead and twisting the young man’s head around before he pressed a hungry kiss against the puffy looking lips. Swollen from biting them, he imagined, but they’d been all pretty and full after sucking him off too. It was a good look on him. It made Leandro want to keep kissing him.
He was still riding out the remnants of his climax, still buried inside that tight ass, and he kissed Kolt with searing intensity, wanting nothing more than to devour everything about him. He’d need something of a break before he went again, but it wasn’t as though he was some weak human. He’d be able to recover quickly enough, and he’d be able to show his toy just how many times he could come in a single night.
Seven. Perhaps even eight.
He slid his hand around to Kolt’s cock, starting to languidly stroke him. Would it even take much to get him off?
Moreover, did he even want to get Kolt off?
No, Leandro wanted to tease, to play, to enjoy himself, and that meant he tightened his grasp around the base of Kolt’s cock instead of continuing to stroke.
Kolt’s soft moan turned into a quiet whine as the young man squirmed beneath him. It was a goddamn glorious feeling around his softening dick, and Leandro moaned into the kiss before pulling away.
“You might as well be an expert, Kol’tso,” he accused with narrowed eyes.
Kolt looked back up at him — those impossibly green eyes were flecked with gold, he noticed now that they were this close together.
“Thanks, I guess…” the younger man said, still sounding a touch winded. There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead and back.
Leandro wanted to destroy that body, leave it forever changed for the next person who got their claws on it. Better yet, he didn’t want to allow anyone else to get their claws on it at all. That same possessiveness that had nipped at his heels before erupted into life, and he gave the man another light stroke of his hand. He touched the slick pre-cum at the tip of him and brought his hand up so that his finger trailed across Kolt’s lips.
Without giving him a chance to react, Leandro leaned in and kissed him again, tasting him with a pleased little moan.
“Do you know how much I love that you’re not touching yourself?” he cooed.
Kolt shivered, a very visceral reaction to his words, even if the look he gave pretended to be unaffected. “Not sure it counts if I get myself off…” he said, sounding casual, but the heat of that blush that spread from his cheeks to his neck, and farther down his hot body suggested a myriad of other things.
He had to be lying about something. Either about not being a virgin, or about not being an expert. Or…
He certainly wasn’t doing this just for the sake of the fuck, no matter what he said about winning either way. He wanted something, and Leandro wanted to know what that was. In the wake of his climax, he could finally ask those questions.
With how desperately Kolt needed to come, it seemed the perfect time to ask, too.
“Do you want to come?” Leandro whispered. “Do you want to spill all over my hand and get a chance at winning this?” He smirked. Not that the man would win. “All you have to do is tell me why you’re really doing this.”
Kolt moaned softly, and again, his teeth dug into his lower lip. The young man’s hips thrust leisurely, trying to fuck into Leandro’s hand.
Not that he was going to let it happen that easily though, and he tightened his hand. “Answer me,” Leandro demanded in a low voice, and again Kolt moaned.
“I — just—” Kolt stammered. “Just this,” he said, though it sounded disingenuous. “You don’t think your cock’s worth all this…?” he added almost hastily.
“Of course my cock’s worth all this,” Leandro huffed, but he wasn’t going to be distracted. He slid his fingers back up, gripping Kolt tight instead of allowing him to get any sort of friction going. “But you don’t know me, pet. You didn’t know it was worth it coming here.” He smiled, and it was predatory then. “You say you win either way, but you want something from me.” He leaned in close, his voice nearly inaudible. “Everyone does.”
All he wanted was to know what that was.
“People talk,” Kolt answered, suppressing a wince. “You’re pretty legendary. I wanted to see why…”
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bsp; A long stroke down Kolt’s cock was the reward for those words. “And have you seen why yet?" he asked, thumb stroking the head of the cock in his hand. “Or do I need to show you more, Kol’tso?”
“Starting to get a picture…” the young man said, squirming under his touch again.
Feeling that body writhe against his own, around his cock, was still exquisite. Before the night came to an end, he’d have to get Kol’tso to do that while Leandro was hard and inside of him.
“Could use another lesson,” the insatiable little shit said.
Leandro released his grasp on Kolt’s erection, while pulling his soft cock from his ass. “I think I’ll teach you a different sort of lesson first. Get on your knees, Kol’tso. Hands behind your back.”
Where Kolt had been mostly pliable and obedient up to that point, something seemed to jar him then, and he received a cautiously dark look from the younger man.
“Why?” he demanded to know, his voice wary.
“You said you could use a lesson,” Leandro said, staring at him. “I’ll teach you one. Get on your knees, hands behind your back,” he repeated.
Still there was no compliance, only that wary look, as if he might go into fight or flight mode at any moment. It was more reminiscent of the desperate little hobo that had stopped him earlier tonight than the insatiable vixen slut that had begged for his dick.
“What lesson?” Kolt asked, more specifically.
“That you should be honest with me when I ask you a question,” Leandro said, his voice cold. “Now, get on your fucking knees, with your hands behind your back. Thrice I ask, and done,” he said, his voice thick with menace — with anticipation, too, because if Kolt disregarded him again, he would have fun forcing him to obey.
Something tightened in Kolt. His jaw was tense, and his hands balled into fists. Fight or flight indeed, and Leandro wasn’t sure which one he’d prefer given the choice. His eyes were intent on those unrealistically green ones, and he saw every flicker in them. The brief shift of them to the door of the elevator, the way they discreetly sized him up.