and knees, resting his head on his forearms, goosebumps raising as he waited for Isaia to do something. Isaia obliged, caressing Amantea's left knee. "A little wider, 'tea."
Amantea obliged, his cock hanging heavy and thick between his legs. Isaia growled softly, and Amantea jerked in surprise when he rested a hand on Amantea's ass. He grumbled more words that Amantea couldn't quite understand as he thoroughly explored Amantea's backside, adding something slick as he teased a finger between Amantea's ass cheeks.
"I can throw you to the other side of the world," Amantea threatened when that was as far as Isaia seemed to be willing to go.
"Patience," Isaia said again, and Amantea could hear the smirk in his voice. He followed that up with sliding a teasing finger inside of Amantea, and Amantea forgot the rest of his threat, though he resolved to remember it later.
Isaia was horrible, Amantea concluded several minutes later, when Isaia's fingers were three deep, Amantea had been reduced to alternating attempts to threaten Isaia into moving more quickly and simply riding out the sensation of Isaia slowly, slowly sliding his fingers into Amantea, and then even more slowly out.
After about seven years had passed, Isaia slid his fingers out completely. Amantea grumbled a half-hearted complaint, which only made Isaia laugh softly. "Ready?"
"For years," Amantea mumbled. He wasn't sure if Isaia heard him, but in the next second, the head of Isaia's cock was pressing into him. Isaia was gentle, but it was still a stretch, and Amantea was reluctantly grateful that Isaia had taken his time getting to this point. He focused on breathing, relaxing, on the weight of Isaia's cock, how warm Isaia was.
"All right?" Isaia asked, his hands resting gently on Amantea's hips. Amantea shook his head, not quite acclimated.
"Just—" Amantea started, smothering a pleased noise when Isaia shifted slightly. "Just a second."
"Tell me when," Isaia said, soft but a little strained, which made Amantea more pleased than he suspected he should be. He'd made Isaia lose that cool, and that sent a wave of heat to Amantea's cock.
"Slowly," Amantea said after a long minute, wincing that he had to say it at all. Isaia was bigger than any of the men he'd slept with before, however. "Please."
"Whatever you want, 'tea," Isaia said softly. Amantea ducked his head, unable to deal with the almost reverent way Isaia said that. He was distracted in the next second when Isaia started to move, slowly sliding out. He added more of the slick to his cock, and then slid back in, equally slowly. Amantea breathed, his cock aching. He wanted to say more, faster, but he also wanted to be able to do this again in the near future.
It took several minutes before Amantea was comfortable enough to demand Isaia move faster, though Isaia didn't oblige as quickly as Amantea would have liked. Amantea tried to force the issue, sliding his hips back, but that only led to Isaia grabbing his hips in a tight grip. Not unpleasant, and Amantea eventually gave up trying to control anything. His cock throbbed as Isaia fucked him slowly, crying out for touch, but Isaia's hands remained fixed on Amantea's hips, holding him in place.
It was more arousing than Amantea would've thought. He couldn't reach down to touch himself for fear of unbalancing them and eating blanket, and Isaia's grip was firm, holding him exactly where Isaia wanted him. Then Isaia shifted, using one of his knees to slide Amantea's legs further apart.
His next thrust was perfect. Amantea couldn't bite back the pleased noise that escaped as pleasure sparked through him, and then Isaia did it again, and again, and Amantea's already limited grasp on the situation dissolved into nothing but pleasure. Needy words tumbled from his mouth, and his fingernails bit into his palms, and he really wished they'd done something different because he wanted to touch Isaia, to dig his fingers into Isaia's scales and depths he couldn't
Amantea obliged, his cock hanging heavy and thick between his legs. Isaia growled softly, and Amantea jerked in surprise when he rested a hand on Amantea's ass. He grumbled more words that Amantea couldn't quite understand as he thoroughly explored Amantea's backside, adding something slick as he teased a finger between Amantea's ass cheeks.
"I can throw you to the other side of the world," Amantea threatened when that was as far as Isaia seemed to be willing to go.
"Patience," Isaia said again, and Amantea could hear the smirk in his voice. He followed that up with sliding a teasing finger inside of Amantea, and Amantea forgot the rest of his threat, though he resolved to remember it later.
Isaia was horrible, Amantea concluded several minutes later, when Isaia's fingers were three deep, Amantea had been reduced to alternating attempts to threaten Isaia into moving more quickly and simply riding out the sensation of Isaia slowly, slowly sliding his fingers into Amantea, and then even more slowly out.
After about seven years had passed, Isaia slid his fingers out completely. Amantea grumbled a half-hearted complaint, which only made Isaia laugh softly. "Ready?"
"For years," Amantea mumbled. He wasn't sure if Isaia heard him, but in the next second, the head of Isaia's cock was pressing into him. Isaia was gentle, but it was still a stretch, and Amantea was reluctantly grateful that Isaia had taken his time getting to this point. He focused on breathing, relaxing, on the weight of Isaia's cock, how warm Isaia was.
"All right?" Isaia asked, his hands resting gently on Amantea's hips. Amantea shook his head, not quite acclimated.
"Just—" Amantea started, smothering a pleased noise when Isaia shifted slightly. "Just a second."
"Tell me when," Isaia said, soft but a little strained, which made Amantea more pleased than he suspected he should be. He'd made Isaia lose that cool, and that sent a wave of heat to Amantea's cock.
"Slowly," Amantea said after a long minute, wincing that he had to say it at all. Isaia was bigger than any of the men he'd slept with before, however. "Please."
"Whatever you want, 'tea," Isaia said softly. Amantea ducked his head, unable to deal with the almost reverent way Isaia said that. He was distracted in the next second when Isaia started to move, slowly sliding out. He added more of the slick to his cock, and then slid back in, equally slowly. Amantea breathed, his cock aching. He wanted to say more, faster, but he also wanted to be able to do this again in the near future.
It took several minutes before Amantea was comfortable enough to demand Isaia move faster, though Isaia didn't oblige as quickly as Amantea would have liked. Amantea tried to force the issue, sliding his hips back, but that only led to Isaia grabbing his hips in a tight grip. Not unpleasant, and Amantea eventually gave up trying to control anything. His cock throbbed as Isaia fucked him slowly, crying out for touch, but Isaia's hands remained fixed on Amantea's hips, holding him in place.
It was more arousing than Amantea would've thought. He couldn't reach down to touch himself for fear of unbalancing them and eating blanket, and Isaia's grip was firm, holding him exactly where Isaia wanted him. Then Isaia shifted, using one of his knees to slide Amantea's legs further apart.
His next thrust was perfect. Amantea couldn't bite back the pleased noise that escaped as pleasure sparked through him, and then Isaia did it again, and again, and Amantea's already limited grasp on the situation dissolved into nothing but pleasure. Needy words tumbled from his mouth, and his fingernails bit into his palms, and he really wished they'd done something different because he wanted to touch Isaia, to dig his fingers into Isaia's scales and depths he couldn't
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