“What was that?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Raul said before he soothed him with a kiss. He tossed the pieces to the floor then rolled to his back and settled Ji-Su astride his lap. “Ride me.”
Ji-Su pouted. “But I want you on top.” He rose up as if he was going to slide off Raul’s lap.
“No. Stay where you are,” Raul got out from between clenched teeth. He slid his hands up Ji-Su’s thighs, briefly cupped and squeezed his ass, then continued upward. His cock pulsed when he wrapped his big hands around Ji-Su’s tiny waist.
“Such a little thing,” he roughly whispered. He used his hold to raise Ji-Su up on his cock then pushed him back down. “But you can take all of me.”
“I can.” Ji-Su rose up on his own and sank all the way down on Raul’s cock as if to prove it.
“That’s it. Keep going.”
Ji-Su rose up again, the muscles in his slender thighs flexing with the movement. Raul gave him encouragement to continue.
“You look perfect riding my cock. You don’t need my help, baby. I know you can do it.”
Ji-Su quickly found his rhythm. He bounced up and down, taking Raul’s shaft all the way to the base then rising up until only the head remained inside him. Within seconds, the pout faded and pleasure took over his expression once more.
“Should I get myself off too?”
The question was asked with a bit of snarky sass, but Raul answered in all seriousness. “Absolutely. You know I like to watch you touch yourself.”
Ji-Su blushed but he took his cock in hand, stroking it while Raul watched.
“Beautiful,” Raul whispered. He could tell Ji-Su was enjoying himself. But there was something he needed to make it feel even better. Raul pushed himself up and shoved the butler’s cart out of the way.
“What are you doing?” Ji-Su breathlessly asked.
“Don’t stop sweetheart. Just need to get something for you.” He reached into the nightstand drawer for the lube. Snapping the cap open with one hand, he squirted some on Ji-Su’s fingers, getting them messy and slick.
“Ahhh!” Ji-Su cried out.
With the friction eased, Ji-Su stroked himself even faster. His bouncing kept pace, their skin slapping together every time Ji-Su dropped down. Raul never took his eyes off of him, greedily watching the erotic show his lover was putting on for him.
Fuck, he wanted to grab that slim waist and hold Ji-Su in place while he pounded up into him. But the finger shaped bruises on Ji-Su’s hips held him back. Again, he grabbed on to the headboard, squeezing tight as he resisted the urge to put his rough hands on Ji-Su with every fiber of his being.
“Raul!” Ji-Su suddenly gasped his name. “I’m about to come!”
“Go ahead, sweet thing. Let me see it.”
His head thrown back, hips furiously working, Ji-Su came. Pearly white cum spilled over his stroking fingers, some of it landing on Raul. Watching his precious little lover reach his peak and feeling the hot clench of his ass pulled Raul’s orgasm from his heavy, aching balls and sent it racing straight up his cock.
“Fuck!” Raul shouted as he came, loud and raw. He couldn’t help but thrust his hips up as he poured his release deep into his lover’s body, but he didn’t let go of the headboard. He was still coming, still groaning with the climax pulsing through him when the sections of headboard he gripped broke into pieces in his fists. Splinters cut into his fingers and palms and the smell of his own blood hit his nose. But Ji-Su was unharmed. That was all that mattered.
Ji-Su collapsed on top of him. Raul shook the splintered wood from his hands and wiped them clean on the sheets so that he could hold his lover. For long moments he caressed his warm, sweat-slick back, while listening as his heartbeat gradually slowed.
“You were wonderful, sweetheart.” After giving Ji-Su his well-deserved praise, he carefully pulled out of him then eased him down to lay on the bed. Ji-Su smiled at him, sleepy and content.
“That was amazing. I guess I can stop being a pillow princess and get on top more often.”
Raul huffed a laugh. “Come on, princess. Let me take care of you now.”
He sat up and helped Ji-Su to sit up next to him. Grabbing the wheeled cart, he pulled it back to its position next to the bed. Raul poured a glass of water and gave it to Ji-Su, to make sure he wouldn’t be dehydrated after giving blood and the exertion of sex.
Ji-Su accepted the water and slowly drank it down. When he finished, he sighed and passed Raul the empty glass.
“Water after sex is always the best water.”