“So trusting.” Dagan kissed his left shoulder blade, licked around the point of it, then sucked at his skin hard. His right hand found Hen’s nipple and pinched, then flicked with his thumb; his left petted the long line of muscle where Hen’s belly met his hip bones.
All three points of contact sent simultaneous waves of pleasure racing through Hendrik’s body and directly into his balls. He rocked against Dagan’s prick again, his own jumping before the swollen weight of it pulled it slightly downward again. Dagan kept petting, pinching, kissing, and Hendrik moaned and leaned back into his arms.
“Are you swooning already, my little someone?”
“Always,” Hen all-but-croaked. He reached up and behind to find Dagan’s hair and slid his fingers into it.
“Mmm, darling…” Dagan readjusted so his hard prick pressed into the split of Hen’s ass and drew back his left hand. The right kept toying with his nip, sending lightning flashes of heat through him. Clever thing, he’d already figured out which one was more sensitive.
Dagan leaned back, and Hendrik began to go with him, but Dagan steadied him with the right hand, now. His left, somehow wet and slippery, replaced his prick between Hen’s cheeks and slid down, down, until fingertips pressed against his asshole. Hen let out a strangled moan and tried to grind down onto him, but Dagan teased him, circling instead of entering.
“Hands and knees now, Hen,” Dagan said. “Like a good boy.”
Hendrik fell forward, sliding his knees further apart as he gripped the coverlet in tight fists. His dickhead met the mattress, and he had to bite down to resist the urge to lower his hips and rub off against it.
“Oh, beautiful, sweetheart.” Dagan gripped one ass cheek and kneaded it while tracing his parted crack with the still-wet fingers of the other hand. “Just fucking perfect. Keep that gorgeous ass high for me, yes?”
“Mmm-hmm,” Hen managed but barely.
Dagan brushed a kiss against the ass cheek he wasn’t squeezing, then bit at it gently, just enough to scrape.
Hen bit down on his lip again, strangling a moan of combined anticipation and frustration.
Dagan’s tongue slicked across his ballsack from behind, and then found his asshole. He pushed gently at Hen’s entrance before circling around it slowly but firmly. Hendrik’s knees slid further apart still; though he tried his best to keep his ass up, he needed Dagan in it and couldn’t help begging, if silently.
Even that impulse went flying away when Dagan really got working on his asshole. His clever, capable tongue circled and dipped and fucked. Spit dripped between his legs and onto his sack, and Dagan smeared it all over his balls, rolling and petting them as he worked. Hen rocked back against his face, trying to get more, dragging his dickhead through the wet spot forming beneath it on the coverlet. He wanted to rut against it but not as much as he wanted Dagan to keep tonguing his ass; the need and heat and ecstasy built and built and built until Hendrik was ready to fall apart.
Dagan licked all the way up his crack, then sat up.
Hendrik moaned, begging, “Please…” He’d melted into the bed so his chest almost pressed flat to it, his head turned to the side to gasp for air. His ass, on the other hand, was still high, his thighs shaking to keep it there, dripping wet between them. He had no idea how he could get this hard without just blacking out. “By the gods, please, Dagan.”
The weight shifted on the bed, then back again as he snatched something off the side table. “What do you need, sweetheart?” Dagan sing-songed, pressing his hard prick into a cheek again.
Hen tightened his grip on the coverlet, pulling it off the corners of the bed, and rocked his hips back. Dagan’s hand was slick in his crack; he rubbed oil into Hendrik’s hole before pushing a finger—or two, who knew—inside. Hendrik moaned and pushed down instinctively.
Dagan slid inside, fingers working gently, massaging. “Mmm, you’re so tight, sweetness. Is that okay?”
“More,” Hen breathed, with a little laugh at his own desperation.
Dagan curled his fingers, and Hen shuddered as his prick jumped and leaked.
Dagan smacked his ass and said, “Just wanted to see if that would work, darling.”
“Fucking—fuck,” Hen muttered into the coverlet.
Dagan pulled out of him, causing Hen to sigh in supreme disappointment. Then he smacked Hen again, harder, and pushed him over so he fell on his side. Hendrik rolled onto his back as Dagan crawled on top of him, pushing between his thighs. Dagan propped himself up with both hands and let his hips rest against Hendrik. He caught Hen’s mouth in a rougher-than-usual kiss, breathless as he rubbed his hard cock against Hen’s desperate one.
After long seconds of this, Dagan slid downward and onto one hand, then took his own cock in the other. Hendrik let his knees fall wider, tilting his hips upward. “Oh, my eager, beautiful boy,” Dagan murmured as he pushed his prick inside Hendrik. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes.” Hen breathed out and pushed down again, riding through the pinching sensation that he knew would abate, until it became a wave of heat and pleasure. “Fuck yes.”
Dagan buried himself balls-deep in him, giving an ecstatic groan. “Oh…Hen. That’s tight. Is it okay?”
“It’s good, Dagan. It’s so, so good. Go ahead.” Hendrik kissed his forehead, his hair, digging short fingernails into Dagan’s back as if he could pull him even closer somehow.
“You feel so fucking good around me, sweetness. So…fucking…perfect.” Burying his face in Hendrik’s neck, kissing and murmuring sweet things, Dagan began to move his hips. That dancer’s grace translated to deep, smooth thrusts that rocked Hen from the inside out. He twisted the fingers of one hand in Dagan’s soft hair, the other clinging to his back and feeling his muscles flex and contract under hot skin as he worked. The steady rub of Dagan’s flat belly and soft hair against his cock almost put him over the edge within moments, too-short moments, so he bit down hard to force himself to hold off.
Dagan readjusted, forcing Hendrik’s legs up higher as he spread his own thighs to change the angle. He switched which hand was propping him up and wrapped the other hand around Hen’s cock.
It was the first time he’d touched it, and that first stroke was dizzying. He thrust deep into Hen’s ass with it, and Hendrik’s head spun, his vision blackening around the edges. “Fuck, yes, ah, please…” he moaned and arched his back into the sensation.
Dagan gave a little growl but kept his rhythm steady, his hand and hips working Hendrik with impressive, remarkably athletic control. For all that, his eyes flashed bright, almost fevered in the dark, and the little sounds he made became increasingly desperate between sweet words. “That’s so sweet, lovely. Mmm. So fucking good. Just take your time, my darling Hen. Unh. I’d fuck you all night if I could.”
“I wish.” Hen gasped and grabbed for him hard. “Fuck, I’m gonna lose it. Burning stone, that’s fucking good.”
Dagan sped up, the sound of his balls slapping Hen’s ass growing louder. Hen arched again, unable to stop himself toppling over the edge this time. Bright stars popped behind his eyes then left him blind; he shuddered inside and out, the spasms sending cum spurting as high as his collarbone and all the way down his torso, over the top of Dagan’s hand. He ground down on Dagan’s prick as it rocked through him, clutching and moaning, absolutely pulled apart and loving it.
When he could just about hear again, Dagan was whispering into his neck, “That’s beautiful, sweetness. Just fucking beautiful. I felt that on the inside—the most perfect, beautiful thing…” He pulled out slowly, and they both made little “oof” sounds.
Dagan grinned. “Alright, my lovely?”
Hendrik smiled lazily. “Do I look alright?”
“You look absolutely wrecked, as a matter of fact.” He shifted off of Hen and onto his hip, against Hendrik’s side. He grabbed his own slick cock and stroked it. “And it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Stay there, will you?
Hen nodded and toyed with Dagan’s nips as he resituated himself so he could rub his dickhead into the cum on Hen’s belly and his half-hard prick. Hen’s mind almost shorted out again as he watched; his prick gave a jump even as it was in the middle of deflating. Dagan shuddered as Hen tweaked his nips and lifted his hips to meet him.
Dagan threw back his head and moaned as he came all over Hendrik’s prick, his belly, his navel. Hen rolled Dagan’s nipples between his fingers, and Dagan shuddered and collapsed beside him, huffing as if he’d run to the next conservancy and back. He let go of his cock, letting it droop against Hen’s thigh, and ran his fingers through the mess they’d made all over Hendrik.
