ways to avoid putting it to the test.
But Ben was stuck now. If he jerked his hand away to unzip and free his cock, Nikolas would be loose, and that wouldn’t do at all. Ben grinned and without giving any warning in his look, rolled Nikolas over onto his belly, pulling his arms to the back. He lay heavy over the prone form, holding both wrists securely with two hands until he’d manoeuvred them and could hold them with one—just. Ben used his knee in the small of Nikolas’s back to imprison him more securely.
One hand now free, Ben’s cock was out within seconds. The relief was overwhelming, and he rested his forehead for a moment on Nikolas’s jean-clad backside. Nikolas took advantage of the weakness and lurched free, spinning around and taking Ben down onto his back.
Ben would have fought back, but his cock was now in Nikolas’s hand and with a mischievous smile of triumph, Nikolas took it deep into his mouth and almost to the back of his throat. Ben closed his eyes to the glory of Nik’s lips upon him, knowing he was being tricked, hearing Nikolas undo his belt and lower his zip, knowing what was coming, but not caring that much anymore.
He helped Nikolas disrobe them both fully, and then they were one body again, not two, and it didn’t matter who was in whom or where the pleasure came from, for it just went on and on in a twisting and writhing sharing of sensations.
Nikolas worked on him for many minutes with his mouth. He kept Ben on just the edge of coming without allowing relief. Which was hard for Ben, because Nikolas had inserted a finger into him and was employing it deeply, scratching and pressing it around sensitive walls, easing it in and out repeatedly, making Ben groan with thwarted need. Very slowly, Nikolas eased his mouth from Ben’s cock and trailed his tongue lower. He’d never done this before. Ben occasionally did it to him, but Nikolas said it was only because even in bed Ben liked to eat. Nikolas didn’t like things in his mouth, and so even a blowjob was rare for him.
Now, he held Ben’s thighs wide and lay studying his desire until Ben groaned again, this time with frustration. Nikolas chuckled and gave him an experimental lick. Ben arched off the bed and shouted something incoherent. It was all the encouragement Nikolas apparently needed. He pressed his mouth to Ben and pushed his tongue deep, then bit and Ben cried out. The pain gave way to waves of pleasure when Nikolas licked back up to Ben’s cock and played with the leaking tip once more, teasing it.
When Ben was flat to the bed again, panting, his heart beating rapidly, Nikolas descended onto his hole once more and the bite was harder and lasted longer, so Ben was tingling, wincing, when the teeth let go, and then bathed in delight once more as his cock was returned to and treated to a deep-throat plunge.
That time, he snagged Nikolas’s hair. “Please.” He gave it a tug, desperate now to be entered fully.
Nikolas slipped away from the grasp and returned to his fun below.
He dragged it out for a very long time, but eventually he seemed unable to deny himself any longer. He knelt and pulled Ben higher onto his lap, forcing his strong thighs back. With a sigh of possession, he buried himself in Ben, deep, right up to the hilt, and Ben suffered no pain from the intrusion. He’d been more than ready to take Nikolas’s cock, and there was nothing but a throb of anticipation at what was to come.
Slowly at first, Nikolas began to move inside him. Long strokes, driven deep, gave way to short stabs at Ben’s ring, a pull out and re-entry, and the entire time Nikolas mixed it up and kept Ben dangling, waiting, begging. It was the entreating that did it for both of them. Ben rarely demeaned himself by pleading for anything, but he did this once and on top of the shocks and the pain they’d given each other, it seemed to swell Nikolas more, perhaps made him realise how powerful he was, how much Ben needed him—if he’d
But Ben was stuck now. If he jerked his hand away to unzip and free his cock, Nikolas would be loose, and that wouldn’t do at all. Ben grinned and without giving any warning in his look, rolled Nikolas over onto his belly, pulling his arms to the back. He lay heavy over the prone form, holding both wrists securely with two hands until he’d manoeuvred them and could hold them with one—just. Ben used his knee in the small of Nikolas’s back to imprison him more securely.
One hand now free, Ben’s cock was out within seconds. The relief was overwhelming, and he rested his forehead for a moment on Nikolas’s jean-clad backside. Nikolas took advantage of the weakness and lurched free, spinning around and taking Ben down onto his back.
Ben would have fought back, but his cock was now in Nikolas’s hand and with a mischievous smile of triumph, Nikolas took it deep into his mouth and almost to the back of his throat. Ben closed his eyes to the glory of Nik’s lips upon him, knowing he was being tricked, hearing Nikolas undo his belt and lower his zip, knowing what was coming, but not caring that much anymore.
He helped Nikolas disrobe them both fully, and then they were one body again, not two, and it didn’t matter who was in whom or where the pleasure came from, for it just went on and on in a twisting and writhing sharing of sensations.
Nikolas worked on him for many minutes with his mouth. He kept Ben on just the edge of coming without allowing relief. Which was hard for Ben, because Nikolas had inserted a finger into him and was employing it deeply, scratching and pressing it around sensitive walls, easing it in and out repeatedly, making Ben groan with thwarted need. Very slowly, Nikolas eased his mouth from Ben’s cock and trailed his tongue lower. He’d never done this before. Ben occasionally did it to him, but Nikolas said it was only because even in bed Ben liked to eat. Nikolas didn’t like things in his mouth, and so even a blowjob was rare for him.
Now, he held Ben’s thighs wide and lay studying his desire until Ben groaned again, this time with frustration. Nikolas chuckled and gave him an experimental lick. Ben arched off the bed and shouted something incoherent. It was all the encouragement Nikolas apparently needed. He pressed his mouth to Ben and pushed his tongue deep, then bit and Ben cried out. The pain gave way to waves of pleasure when Nikolas licked back up to Ben’s cock and played with the leaking tip once more, teasing it.
When Ben was flat to the bed again, panting, his heart beating rapidly, Nikolas descended onto his hole once more and the bite was harder and lasted longer, so Ben was tingling, wincing, when the teeth let go, and then bathed in delight once more as his cock was returned to and treated to a deep-throat plunge.
That time, he snagged Nikolas’s hair. “Please.” He gave it a tug, desperate now to be entered fully.
Nikolas slipped away from the grasp and returned to his fun below.
He dragged it out for a very long time, but eventually he seemed unable to deny himself any longer. He knelt and pulled Ben higher onto his lap, forcing his strong thighs back. With a sigh of possession, he buried himself in Ben, deep, right up to the hilt, and Ben suffered no pain from the intrusion. He’d been more than ready to take Nikolas’s cock, and there was nothing but a throb of anticipation at what was to come.
Slowly at first, Nikolas began to move inside him. Long strokes, driven deep, gave way to short stabs at Ben’s ring, a pull out and re-entry, and the entire time Nikolas mixed it up and kept Ben dangling, waiting, begging. It was the entreating that did it for both of them. Ben rarely demeaned himself by pleading for anything, but he did this once and on top of the shocks and the pain they’d given each other, it seemed to swell Nikolas more, perhaps made him realise how powerful he was, how much Ben needed him—if he’d
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