Julian pushes forward, the thick head of his cock stretching me open. There’s a burning sensation—I’m still sore from before when he claimed me for the first time—but the discomfort is overwhelmed by how desperately I want him inside me.
I push back against him, bearing down to make it easier, silently begging for more. Each inch slides in deeper than the last until he’s fully seated inside me. The sensation of being so filled is overwhelming. My cock, which had begun to soften after my release, is instantly hard again, hanging heavy between my legs.
“Fuck,” I gasp, adjusting to the fullness.
Julian grips my hips and pulls back slowly before slamming forward in one deep thrust. The force of it rocks me forward, and my cock bobs up and down, slapping against my stomach. The dual sensation—his cock hitting something incredible inside me while my own erection swings freely—tears a moan from my throat that I barely recognize as my own.
“Look at me,” Julian commands, his voice tight with restraint. “Turn your head. I want to see your face while I fuck you.”
I twist my neck, looking back over my shoulder at him. His mask is gone now, and seeing his face—flushed with desire, eyes dark and hungry as they lock onto mine—makes everything more real. More intimate.
“Don’t look away,” he says, maintaining eye contact as he begins to move in earnest. “Such a beautiful boy taking my cock like a hungry little slut.”
Julian’s eyes bore into mine as he thrusts into me, each stroke hitting that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. The intensity overwhelms me, breaking down the last of my inhibitions.
“Fuck, Julian,” I gasp, my voice breaking. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
The words tumble out before I can censor them, honest in a way I’ve never allowed myself to be. I face forward, unable to keep looking over my shoulder as he fucks me roughly.
“Harder,” I beg, surprising myself with my boldness. “Please, fuck me harder.”
Julian slaps my ass as his pace increases. The thought of bearing his handprint on my skin sends another wave of arousal through me.
“You feel so fucking good inside me,” I moan, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “So big... stretching me open... God, I’ve wanted this for so long.”
My cheeks burn with the admission, but I can’t stop the words now that they’ve started flowing. Years of repression crumble with each thrust of Julian’s hips.
“You like that, baby?” Julian growls.
“Yes,” I gasp, abandoning all pretense. “I love your cock inside me. Need it. Need you to fill me up with your cum.”
I reach between my legs to stroke myself, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. “Want to come with you inside me,” I pant, my filter completely gone. “Want to feel you come deep in my ass. Please, Sir. Please give it to me.”
The filthy words pour from me like a confession, each one making Julian’s eyes darken with hunger as he watches me unravel for him.
Julian picks up the pace, his hips snapping against my ass. Each thrust slams directly into that spot inside me that sends lightning up my spine. My cock leaks steadily onto the floor beneath us, responding to the relentless stimulation even after my earlier release.
“Fuck, Elliot,” Julian groans, his voice dropping to a rough growl. “Your ass is fucking amazing. So tight around my cock.”
The shame that would normally silence me has evaporated, replaced by a desperate need to hear more.
“Look at that beautiful cock,” he continues, batting my hand away and taking it in his own. “It’s so fucking hard for me. Leaking all over my hand just from getting your ass filled.”
I moan shamelessly as his thumb swipes over my sensitive head, collecting the wetness there.
“These balls, too,” Julian says, cupping them with his other hand. “So full and heavy. Been saving up for me, haven’t you? Waiting for someone to show you what you really need.”
His pace becomes punishing as he releases my cock, each thrust forcing small, desperate sounds from my throat. The slap of skin against skin echoes in the corridor, punctuated by Julian’s filthy praise.
“Never seen anyone as stunning as you like this,” he pants, his rhythm faltering slightly as his own pleasure builds. “Taking my cock so perfectly. Your ass swallowing every inch like you’ve been starving for it.”
I can’t believe how desperately I need this. I’ve never recovered this quickly before, never been ready to come again so soon after a release.
Yet here I am, cock throbbing painfully, already racing toward another climax.
Julian’s pace becomes punishing, each thrust forcing me forward on my hands and knees. The force of it has me seeing stars, pleasure spiraling up my spine with an intensity that borders on unbearable.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my voice breaking as the sensation builds to a crescendo. “Julian, I’m going to come again. I can’t—I can’t hold it?—”