I can’t remember eating anyone’s ass before. It’s not the kind of thing that’s all that appealing with a random sub I hardly know. But the eager tug of heat in my gut and the way my balls tighten as I kneel behind him with his ass cheeks in my hands makes me think it might have been exactly the kind of thing I was into once, in another life.
I drag my tongue over his sac first, feeling it twitch and tighten, hearing the muffled gasp Alessio makes into the pillow. If I’m brave enough to let him touch me, am I brave enough to find out if I can take his cock into my mouth, taste the salt of his sweat and precum on my tongue and feel it bump against the back of my throat without triggering any unpleasant memories? Again, all the conscious parts of my mind that trust Alessio know that it’s safe, but I’m not sure about the rest of me yet. One thing at a time for now.
I lick along his taint and all the way up to the tight pucker of his hole. He moans loudly, his thighs quaking and his back arching to sink farther into position as soon as the flat of my tongue drags along his rim.
“If you’re going to make sounds like that, slut, I might have to make your ass a regular part of my diet,” I growl, licking it again, deeper and longer, feeling it soften and start to open for me with every fresh swipe of my tongue.
I dig my fingers harder into his ass cheeks, parting them roughly, pulling his hole a little more taut, and then I shove my tongue inside him, fucking him with it.
“Yes,” he gasps. “Oh, fuck yes.” His hips jerk involuntarily in small, stilted bursts and he thrusts back to grind himself against my tongue.
My saliva drips down my chin and slicks his crease, and for a second I’m tempted to put a pin in the rest of my plans for tonight and sink my cock inside him instead. I know he wouldn’t complain about being fucked hard and bred like the good little slut he is. But those spots on my skin are still aching for the feel of his hands again. Something deep inside me wants his touch more than it wants a quick, satisfying release.
I pull my tongue out and Alessio groans in protest. I chuckle, wiping the back of my hand across my wet mouth and giving him a good, hard slap on the ass cheek. He gasps and the shape of my handprint momentarily blooms red across his skin before it fades. I reach for the bottle of lube and the plug, uncapping the bottle and drizzling it on. Then, I notch the tip of the plug against his hole and force it inside. His gasp turns into another moan, and the sight of his rim stretching around the flare near the base before tightening again once it’s fully seated inside makes my balls ache and my cock drool.
I groan and lean over him, dragging open-mouthed kisses down the slope of his spine and grinding my cock against the back of his thigh for a minute until I manage to get a hold of myself again. I reach for the controller and press the button for the lowest vibration. Alessio jolts and his hole clenches tight around the base as he arches his back deeper again, his hips jerking. I smack his ass hard a second time and he forces himself to freeze, still letting out filthy, horny sounds that he does his best to stifle with the pillow.
“On your back, Alessio,” I growl, turning off the vibration.
I watch a tremor run through his muscles, and then he flops himself over onto his back. His expression is slack, a relaxed smile already on his lips, his dark skin flushed and his nipples stiff. I climb on top to straddle him, sinking down on his thighs, my cock hovering over his. With the controller still in my hand, I lean over him to brace myself on the headboard, letting my head hang between my arms so I can look at Alessio beneath me.
“Touch me,” I murmur, and this time he doesn’t hesitate.
He’s still cautious and slow, but there’s no doubt or question in his eyes as he reaches out and starts to trace the lines of the patchwork of tattoos on my stomach and chest. Every inch of skin he touches, it feels like he’s flicking switches and turning on nerve endings I forgot existed. I thought his touch might wash out all the memories oftheirhands on my body, but as he presses his palms more firmly against my skin, gaining confidence as he follows the dips and planes of my muscles and starts to explore, I realize I don’t need him to erase anything.
His touch doesn’t remind me of theirs at all. It’s not greedy or dehumanizing, it’s fucking worshipful. His thumbs brush across my nipples and his eyes light up with wonder, his lips parting on a soft moan as a hot quiver runs from my chest down to my cock.
“Fuck,” I whisper, letting go of the headboard and bracing my hands against the pillow instead so I can sink lower to press my body against his, our cocks meeting in a silky, hot grind as I rock my hips and relax enough to let my eyelids flutter closed.
I don’t need to be looking at him for my body to remember that it’s Alessio underneath me, not when the smell of him is in my nose and my name is on his lips.
“Your skin is so soft, Spettro,” he whispers, running his fingers up along the corded muscles of my neck, down my back all the way to my ass, then up again to bury them in my hair. “I imagined touching you a thousand times.”
His hands are never still as I press my face into the crook of his neck and fall into a primal, desperate rhythm, humping him into the soft bed and the sea of silky sheets, his legs wrapped around my waist, my cock moving against his with every thrust. He doesn’t stop at his hands either, giving himself over to every indulgence now that I’ve given him permission, pressing wet kisses along the slope of my shoulder and the column of my throat.
I know he prefers to have my cum spill deep inside him, but he’ll have to forgive me this time, because there’s no way I can pull myself away from the feeling of his body wrapped around mine, his touch imprinting itself on my skin like all the tattoos that came before, my balls tightening and getting heavier with every thrust.
I remember the remote in my hand and press the low button with my thumb again, fucking my cock against his faster as the ache deep in my gut builds. Alessio wails and his cock twitches against mine, spilling a hot burst of precum between us. I moan and suck the nearest patch of his skin between my teeth as his fingers dig into my shoulder blades.
“Don’t come yet,” I pant, snapping my hips, grinding against him, and finding his mouth with mine right as I reach the point of no return.
ALESSIO
I’m not sure I have the restraint to obey my Spettro this time, not with his tongue tangled around mine, the plug vibrating right up against my prostate, and his cock pulsing as he moans into my mouth, spilling sticky ropes of cum between us. I dig my fingers hard into his shoulder blades, undoubtedly leaving bruises that will linger for days, and hold my breath against the throbbingpromise of pleasure that’s sitting low in my gut and threatening to spread through my cock at any second.
“Sir, I can’t,” I gasp, giving up my fight to stay still and bucking against him, fucking against his spasming cock, letting the ooze of his release spread down my shaft and paint my skin.
Spettro pulls himself off me and I wail. He wraps his hand around his still twitching cock, stroking himself through the ebbing waves of his orgasm as he slides down my body, bumping up the speed of the vibrations as he goes.
“Spettro, please,” I whine, snapping my hips.
My cum-covered cock slaps against my belly and my toes curl as my muscles start to tense involuntarily from the endless, blissful pressure against my prostate. My eyes widen as he drags his tongue up my shaft, gathering his cum with his tongue before wrapping his lips around me.
“Fuck,” I scream, arching my back and clawing at the sheets as the heat of his mouth engulfs me.
He holds my gaze as he sinks down, my cock throbbing and twitching against his wet tongue and the suction of his lips. He doesn’t take me all the way to the back of his throat, but it doesn’t matter, it’s still the best fucking blowjob I’ve ever gotten. He holds my hips down with his hands and notches the vibrations up again, snaking his tongue around my shaft and my cockhead with every slurp and bob.
“Please, Sir, let me come. Please, please, please,” I beg, jolts of pleasure already racking my body, my balls painful with the need for release.