I pushed inside him, one agonizing inch at a time. Had he always been this tight? I felt as though I might reach my peak before I was fully sheathed. The feeling of his inner walls clamping down on me was exquisite, drawing a low moan from my lips.
“Hnng, Gods, Andri,” I sighed, “You feel so good.”
Andrian didn’t respond, pulling me down for a lingering kiss instead. As I lost myself in the taste of his lips, I sank deeper into his depths, filling him completely.
I didn’t move at first, savoring the sensation of being fully encased in his warmth. I had missed it so much, this perfect moment when two become one.
I finally managed to pull myself away from his lips and asked, “Do you need a moment or are you okay?”
“I’m ready,” Andrian groaned, a thin sheen of sweat coating his brow, “Move. Hurry. I can’t wait any long– ah!”
Andrian’s words cut off as I withdrew slightly before sliding back into him.
“Like that?” I asked him in as innocent of a voice as I could muster before thrusting into him again.
“Yes–ugh—like that,” he managed to gasp before I took his breath away with another sharp thrust.
How long had it been since I had been able to lose myself in the glory of his body?
Once I was certain he was ready for it, I began to move in earnest, slamming my length into him with any restraint. All of my longing, all of my frustration, I vented them with every thrust, driving myself closer to the brink.
“Mmmm, Andri,” I moaned into his ear, “You’re so tight, so perfect. I’m not going to last much longer.”
“Don’t stop,” he breathed, his face flushed and eyes hazy with lust, “I want to feel you release inside me.”
If I hadn’t been close before, I would have been after hearing him say that. I threw my head back and pounded into him relentlessly, my hands mindlessly roaming over his chest. I couldn’t seem to touch him enough, desperate to feel just one more inch of his skin against mine.
Pleasure built, relentless and consuming, overwhelming all of my senses. All that existed was the hot tightness wrapped around me and the sweet scent of Andrian’s sweat.
I buried my face in his neck, breathing him in deeply, before letting out a muffled cry as I climaxed inside him. Wave after wave crashed over me as I tried to push myself even deeper, to mark him as mine from within.
After a few more erratic thrusts, I collapsed on top of him, panting and spent. I withdrew from his depths and pulled him in for a messy kiss, tracing every inch of his mouth with my tongue. Andrian groaned and tangled his fingers in my hair.
After allowing myself to indulge a little longer, I pulled myself away from his lips and teased, “And I suppose we need to do something about this, now don’t we?”
As I spoke, I wrapped my hand around his still straining erection and began lightly stroking him. I’d been so caught up in my chasing my own pleasure that I’d forgotten to focus on his. But there was still plenty of time to make up for it.
“Oh, we definitely need to do something about that,” Andrian purred in response, a devious smile gracing his lips.
Without any warning, he flipped me over so I was on all fours. He spread my cheeks, exposing my opening to the cool bedroom air. In this position, it felt like I was presenting myself to him, and a rush of both shame and exhilaration washed over me.
His hot breath tickled my skin as he hovered over me, teasing me with his proximity. My entire body shuddered as I realized his intentions. I waited, my entire body tense and expectant, until finally his tongue made contact, tracing a circle around my entrance.
“Ahhhh, Andri,” I moaned, pressing my face into the bed and pushing my hips up to meet him.
Andrian pulled back just enough to ask, “Does my Falyn like that?”
“Yes,” I gasped, “More. Please, more. Don't stop.”
He licked a line from the underside of my shaft all the way up to the puckered skin of my hole and began to push his tongue inside me. My body offered no resistance to the intrusion, and soon I was a pleading mess, lost in the pleasure of his mouth.
As my renewed arousal became apparent, Andrian wrapped a hand around my length and slowly stroked it as he continued loosening me with his tongue.
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“Ahh, Andri, please,” I begged, barely able to form coherent words, “Inside, please. I want, hnng, you inside.”
“What was that?” Andrian asked, pulling away from my twitching hole, “What does my Falyn want?”
I knew he had heard me, but I also knew he liked to hear that I wanted it, that I wanted him.
With his mouth no longer tormenting me, it was easier to speak, and I immediately answered, “I want to feel you inside me.”
“Don’t move,” he commanded, his voice thick and rough, “Stay just like that for me.”
I felt him moving on the bed, but I stayed in the position he’d put me in, waiting for him to continue. I glanced up and saw him coating his fingers in oil, watching me with a familiar darkness in his eyes.
I shivered in anticipation as Andrian approached me from behind and caressed my leg. He squeezed the flesh of my thigh, his fingers gently digging into the tender flesh, drawing a low moan from my lips.
“Such a good boy, waiting patiently for me,” he growled as his oil slicked hands moved up to massage the rounded globes of my backside.
I whimpered into the mattress, pushing my hips up to meet his touch. His finger slowly circled my entrance, drawing even more noises out of me.
“Is it okay like this?” he asked me, his voice suddenly a lot gentler, “You can turn over if it's more comfortable.”
“Everything,” I reminded him, “As long as it’s you–ahh!”
My voice cut off as Andrian slid a finger inside me. He pulled it out slowly, and when it began pushing its way back in, it wasn’t alone. Two fingers slipped inside with ease, his tongue having already done some of the work.
He twisted them around, pushing against my inner walls to make room for more. As soon as I was relaxed enough, he began pushing a third finger inside. I felt the stretch more this time, a slight burning sensation that wasn’t quite to the point of pain.
Once all three fingers were fully encased, I only had a brief moment to adjust before he was thrusting them into me at a dizzying speed. The angle was perfect for him to hit that sensitive spot inside me over and over again until I was drooling and incoherent.
He spent a long time preparing me, alternating between fingers and tongue; slow gentle caresses mixed with bursts of rough, intense attention. A clear fluid leaked from the tip of my erection onto the sheets below me, and I felt like I was constantly on the verge of climax. I begged Andrian to enter me, but that only made him torment me more. I wondered if this was his vengeance for my selfishness earlier.
Finally, long after my voice had gone hoarse, he pulled away. Panting and delirious, I looked back at him and saw him coating his length in oil.
Seeing me watching, he began stroking himself and asked me, “Is this what you want?”
“Please, Andri,” I keened, “I want it so much. I need it. Please, Andri. Stretch me, fill me up.”
Even in my desperate state, my cheeks were stained crimson from uttering such things so shamelessly. Yet, even if I had been able to stop the words from pouring out, I wouldn’t have. Not if it meant missing out on the euphoric expression on Andrian’s face.
He grabbed onto my hips and pressed against my entrance, slowly breaching my walls. His wide tip entered me without any resistance, my body loose and pliant. Andrian inhaled sharply and his grip on my hips tightened.
After a few short, shallow thrusts to confirm I was ready, he buried himself inside me in a single fluid motion.
It was almost too much, yet somehow, it was perfect.
“Ahh, Andri, yes!” I cried as he filled me to the brim.
“It–ugh–it doesn’t hurt?” Andrian asked, his voice strained.
“It feels so good,” I gasped in response, “Move. Take me. Take me hard. Make me yours.”
Andrian withdrew almost entirely, then slammed back into me. The force of his thrust knocked the air out of my lungs and I barely had time to regain my breath before he began relentlessly pounding into me.
There was none of his usual gentleness; nothing but his overwhelming need, his vice-like grip holding my hips in place, and the intense pleasure of his hardened length filling my depths.
This. This was what I had so desperately missed. The closeness, the connection, the undeniable bliss of submitting to his desires, just as he had submitted to mine. The tantalizing sound of flesh meeting flesh as we gave ourselves over to the building heat between us.
He released my hips and pulled me up, holding me flush against his chest as he continued his merciless assault. The change in angle made it so that every movement teased that spot inside me, shooting jolts of pleasure through my body with every stroke.
I moaned with abandon, pushing my hips back to meet his rough thrusts. Andrian’s hands roamed over my chest, caressing me and pinching my sensitive nubs, every touch pushing me closer to the edge.
“Touch yourself for me,” he commanded, his voice barely above a whisper.
I instantly obeyed, wrapping a hand around my length. I gasped and my whole body tensed as the added sensation overwhelmed me. I’d found the missing piece of the puzzle, the final push I needed to fall into the abyss.
“Good boy,” Andrian breathed into my ear, sending shivers down my spine, “Keep going.”
“Ah, Andri, I’m, I’m– aahhh!”
Andrian bit down hard on the back of my neck and I exploded all over my hand as waves of pleasure washed over me. Andrian moaned into my nape, and after a few more rough thrusts, he spilled his passion inside me.
We fell to the bed, both of us panting and spent. As we lay side by side, Andrian’s hand found mine and gripped onto it. I squeezed his hand tightly and smiled softly as I stared up at the ceiling, enjoying the perfection of the moment.
“Let’s never not do this again, okay?” Andrian suggested once he had recovered enough to speak.
I laughed and replied, “Sounds like a plan.”
And we upheld that agreement with enthusiasm for the rest of our years.
