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his head back and forth, his hair flying around his shoulders in a golden halo. “Please, you know I want it. Please.”
“Tell me what you want,” Julian murmured, letting his warm breath caress Tim’s cheek and neck. “Maybe you’ll get it. But you’ll never know until you ask.”
Tim groaned, straining against the chains. The muscles in his arms knotted. “I want your cock,” he cried out, voice ragged, frantic. He arched his head back, fighting to catch Julian’s gaze. “Give it to me. I want to feel you pounding inside me, drilling my ass. I can’t stand it any longer. I’ll be good, just give me your damn cock.”
Finally . Julian strolled around the bed to the other nightstand, taking his time and letting the anticipation build. He pulled out a bottle of lube and a clean hand towel. He slid the towel under Tim’s hips, having no desire to sleep on a damp spot. He poured a generous amount of lube in his hand, letting his body heat warm it before drizzling it down Tim’s crack. He eased one finger then two into his lover’s anus, careful to move slowly as Tim pressed down. Didn’t matter how many times they’d danced this dance, he’d never hurt Tim. He pumped his fingers in and out, making certain his lover was slick and ready.
Tim writhed and jerked, panting and whimpering. But not complaining. Oh, no. He pushed into each thrust of Julian’s fingers, reaching for him, pulling him into his body.
After he was certain Tim was taken care of, Julian poured another generous helping of lube into his hands. Once warm, he rubbed it up and down his cock, enjoying the slick, pumping pressure. Head to base glistened before he crawled forward, reaching for Tim’s hips.
He helped Tim to his knees then parted his shuddering ass. The muscles tightened beneath his fingers, anticipating the sweet pain of invasion.
Slowly he eased forward, teasing Tim with the head of his cock. He wanted this to last. Nothing felt better than that first moment of breaching, feeling the hard embrace of that tight ring of flesh and knowing that Tim accepted him here, at his most vulnerable.
Tim had other ideas. He wrapped his hands around the chains for support and threw his ass back, impaling himself. Julian slid in quickly, not even attempting to regain control. It felt too good. Warm, tight heat wrapped around his cock. Tim bucked, clawing and gasping beneath him.
“Please, more. Move,” Tim snarled, lost in sensation. “Nail me, already.”
Julian held still for a few seconds longer, keeping Tim steady by lying across his back. Tim whimpered, trying to move, to make Julian move. But Julian wouldn’t, not until he wanted. Tim was demanding, not begging. That wasn’t how the game was played.
He obviously needed more incentive to stay in his role as bottom.
Julian slid one hand under Tim, grabbing his cock at the same time as he pulled out of Tim’s ass. Tim wailed, teeth gnashing as he pushed into Julian’s grip while wiggling his ass, begging for attention.
Julian gave it to him, rammed him. He started a harsh, heavy, pummeling pace. His thrusts forced grunts from him as well as moans from Tim.
“Shit, Julian,” Tim cried, his empathic powers projecting as pleasure shoved him closer to the edge. “So good. So close. Don’t stop. Never stop.”
“Never,” Julian growled as Tim’s emotions slammed into him. He tilted Tim’s hips higher, shoving even harder. Shimmering pulses of Tim’s emotions pulled him along, dragging him up the edge of orgasm.
Tim arched his back, his voice hoarse as he let out a final yell. Julian felt Tim’s cock pulsing in his hand as splash after splash of cum shot out onto the towel below. Bright pleasure flashed behind his eyelids as Tim bombarded him with emotion. Love, belonging, trust, a hint of future fear. But most of all the pulsing, tearing release. Pure, untainted ecstasy. Julian bit his lower lip, almost
“Tell me what you want,” Julian murmured, letting his warm breath caress Tim’s cheek and neck. “Maybe you’ll get it. But you’ll never know until you ask.”
Tim groaned, straining against the chains. The muscles in his arms knotted. “I want your cock,” he cried out, voice ragged, frantic. He arched his head back, fighting to catch Julian’s gaze. “Give it to me. I want to feel you pounding inside me, drilling my ass. I can’t stand it any longer. I’ll be good, just give me your damn cock.”
Finally . Julian strolled around the bed to the other nightstand, taking his time and letting the anticipation build. He pulled out a bottle of lube and a clean hand towel. He slid the towel under Tim’s hips, having no desire to sleep on a damp spot. He poured a generous amount of lube in his hand, letting his body heat warm it before drizzling it down Tim’s crack. He eased one finger then two into his lover’s anus, careful to move slowly as Tim pressed down. Didn’t matter how many times they’d danced this dance, he’d never hurt Tim. He pumped his fingers in and out, making certain his lover was slick and ready.
Tim writhed and jerked, panting and whimpering. But not complaining. Oh, no. He pushed into each thrust of Julian’s fingers, reaching for him, pulling him into his body.
After he was certain Tim was taken care of, Julian poured another generous helping of lube into his hands. Once warm, he rubbed it up and down his cock, enjoying the slick, pumping pressure. Head to base glistened before he crawled forward, reaching for Tim’s hips.
He helped Tim to his knees then parted his shuddering ass. The muscles tightened beneath his fingers, anticipating the sweet pain of invasion.
Slowly he eased forward, teasing Tim with the head of his cock. He wanted this to last. Nothing felt better than that first moment of breaching, feeling the hard embrace of that tight ring of flesh and knowing that Tim accepted him here, at his most vulnerable.
Tim had other ideas. He wrapped his hands around the chains for support and threw his ass back, impaling himself. Julian slid in quickly, not even attempting to regain control. It felt too good. Warm, tight heat wrapped around his cock. Tim bucked, clawing and gasping beneath him.
“Please, more. Move,” Tim snarled, lost in sensation. “Nail me, already.”
Julian held still for a few seconds longer, keeping Tim steady by lying across his back. Tim whimpered, trying to move, to make Julian move. But Julian wouldn’t, not until he wanted. Tim was demanding, not begging. That wasn’t how the game was played.
He obviously needed more incentive to stay in his role as bottom.
Julian slid one hand under Tim, grabbing his cock at the same time as he pulled out of Tim’s ass. Tim wailed, teeth gnashing as he pushed into Julian’s grip while wiggling his ass, begging for attention.
Julian gave it to him, rammed him. He started a harsh, heavy, pummeling pace. His thrusts forced grunts from him as well as moans from Tim.
“Shit, Julian,” Tim cried, his empathic powers projecting as pleasure shoved him closer to the edge. “So good. So close. Don’t stop. Never stop.”
“Never,” Julian growled as Tim’s emotions slammed into him. He tilted Tim’s hips higher, shoving even harder. Shimmering pulses of Tim’s emotions pulled him along, dragging him up the edge of orgasm.
Tim arched his back, his voice hoarse as he let out a final yell. Julian felt Tim’s cock pulsing in his hand as splash after splash of cum shot out onto the towel below. Bright pleasure flashed behind his eyelids as Tim bombarded him with emotion. Love, belonging, trust, a hint of future fear. But most of all the pulsing, tearing release. Pure, untainted ecstasy. Julian bit his lower lip, almost
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