did to him. His lips interchanging from soft envelopment to powerful suction.
Cliff was anything, but silent over any of it. A chorus of hissing and moaning. His fists thrashed into the mattress at his sides, only to curl up in the same instant to tug at his hair then clutch the pillows around his head. His body jerked and quaked with the building euphoric tension. “Oh god—I can’t hang on.” His body writhing with the torture of pleasure.
Pyotr released the young man’s cock from his mouth and smiled from the enjoyment he got just feeling his new lover squirm. He would thoroughly enjoy watching him come too, but not just yet. He lifted up over Cliff and ground his hard shaft against the other man with a tight roll of his hips, but that was the touch that did his young lover in. Cliff was instantly jack-knifing, slamming up against him, crying out only to hitch back into the mattress when his contorting body had no other place to go. The rasping moan that came from his lips was the sexiest sound Pyotr had ever heard from a man and soaked up every detail of Cliff’s violent shudders as his orgasm exploded. Thick streams of white pearly seed spurted out over the young man’s chest and Pyotr ground against his lover’s cock again to draw out the wave. Cliff’s hands shot out grasping Pyotr’s waist tugging and pushing him to stay at the same time, while his body rode out the ecstatic convulsions.
As the shudders eased what should have been quiet bliss for Cliff was not what Pyotr saw. Rather, the young man was instantly mortified at what he’d done.
“I’m sorry. I- I’m sorry.” Cliff was truly panic stricken that he’d cum so soon.
Pyotr was not, and he lowered over his body and slid across him smearing the spunk between them, ignoring the misplaced panic.
“I didn’t mean to. I couldn’t help it. I’m s-“
“Say sorry one more time and I may have to find some form of punishment for you and that won’t please me, because it won’t go well with my plans for tonight.” Pyotr warned tightly. He shifted his weight to one arm and ran his fingers over Cliff’s chest gathering up a healthy dollop of semen and served it over Cliff’s lips. Without further words, he lowered down and helped himself to the banquet prize from his lips. After he was satisfied that he’d silenced his lover, he broke from their kiss and rolled to his side.
Cliff was silent, almost too silent. Pyotr pulled at his chin bringing his eyes around to look at him and saw the worry there. Pyotr strummed over the lad’s lips with his thumb, and then pulled him to him to kiss once again. The touch of his tongue was soft and inviting as he licked his way into his young lover’s mouth.
Cliff pulled away and glanced at him, “You’re not mad?”
Pyotr’s amusement melted into a question. “Why would I be mad?” his amusement back, his eyes lowered down the body still smeared with his handy work.
“I’m not supposed to cum unless you give me permission. That’s the way it’s supposed to be.”
“I don’t believe I gave such orders this night. My pleasure doesn’t usually come from withholding your release, but rather making you come for me multiple times.” Pyotr ran his hand over Cliff’s chest further smearing the spunk over his body then wrapped around the man’s neck and pulled him to him for a more forceful kiss. He chewed at his lip before releasing him. “Besides that you responded so intensely only promises sweet torture in our future.” Pyotr smiled then.
Cliff’s head popped up, “Can I do it to you now?”
Pyotr made a near chuckling sound, “Do?”
“Suck you off.”
Pyotr never lost his amusement of the lad. It wasn’t exactly the most eloquent way to put it, but then his lover was young and young people were always in such a rush. Eloquence and etiquette weren’t in their vocabulary.
Pyotr rolled to his back his hand gently bringing Cliff with him to take his freedom with his body. He
Cliff was anything, but silent over any of it. A chorus of hissing and moaning. His fists thrashed into the mattress at his sides, only to curl up in the same instant to tug at his hair then clutch the pillows around his head. His body jerked and quaked with the building euphoric tension. “Oh god—I can’t hang on.” His body writhing with the torture of pleasure.
Pyotr released the young man’s cock from his mouth and smiled from the enjoyment he got just feeling his new lover squirm. He would thoroughly enjoy watching him come too, but not just yet. He lifted up over Cliff and ground his hard shaft against the other man with a tight roll of his hips, but that was the touch that did his young lover in. Cliff was instantly jack-knifing, slamming up against him, crying out only to hitch back into the mattress when his contorting body had no other place to go. The rasping moan that came from his lips was the sexiest sound Pyotr had ever heard from a man and soaked up every detail of Cliff’s violent shudders as his orgasm exploded. Thick streams of white pearly seed spurted out over the young man’s chest and Pyotr ground against his lover’s cock again to draw out the wave. Cliff’s hands shot out grasping Pyotr’s waist tugging and pushing him to stay at the same time, while his body rode out the ecstatic convulsions.
As the shudders eased what should have been quiet bliss for Cliff was not what Pyotr saw. Rather, the young man was instantly mortified at what he’d done.
“I’m sorry. I- I’m sorry.” Cliff was truly panic stricken that he’d cum so soon.
Pyotr was not, and he lowered over his body and slid across him smearing the spunk between them, ignoring the misplaced panic.
“I didn’t mean to. I couldn’t help it. I’m s-“
“Say sorry one more time and I may have to find some form of punishment for you and that won’t please me, because it won’t go well with my plans for tonight.” Pyotr warned tightly. He shifted his weight to one arm and ran his fingers over Cliff’s chest gathering up a healthy dollop of semen and served it over Cliff’s lips. Without further words, he lowered down and helped himself to the banquet prize from his lips. After he was satisfied that he’d silenced his lover, he broke from their kiss and rolled to his side.
Cliff was silent, almost too silent. Pyotr pulled at his chin bringing his eyes around to look at him and saw the worry there. Pyotr strummed over the lad’s lips with his thumb, and then pulled him to him to kiss once again. The touch of his tongue was soft and inviting as he licked his way into his young lover’s mouth.
Cliff pulled away and glanced at him, “You’re not mad?”
Pyotr’s amusement melted into a question. “Why would I be mad?” his amusement back, his eyes lowered down the body still smeared with his handy work.
“I’m not supposed to cum unless you give me permission. That’s the way it’s supposed to be.”
“I don’t believe I gave such orders this night. My pleasure doesn’t usually come from withholding your release, but rather making you come for me multiple times.” Pyotr ran his hand over Cliff’s chest further smearing the spunk over his body then wrapped around the man’s neck and pulled him to him for a more forceful kiss. He chewed at his lip before releasing him. “Besides that you responded so intensely only promises sweet torture in our future.” Pyotr smiled then.
Cliff’s head popped up, “Can I do it to you now?”
Pyotr made a near chuckling sound, “Do?”
“Suck you off.”
Pyotr never lost his amusement of the lad. It wasn’t exactly the most eloquent way to put it, but then his lover was young and young people were always in such a rush. Eloquence and etiquette weren’t in their vocabulary.
Pyotr rolled to his back his hand gently bringing Cliff with him to take his freedom with his body. He
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