He wanders slowly down my chest, nipping, licking and biting. Leaving marks on me, marking me as his. Then, like he did on the plane, he eats my cock like he has been craving it forever. Saliva coats my dick and drips down to my balls. He bobs up and down in a fast and manic pace. I push my head back into the pillow while gripping his hair, letting his mouth lead me to the wonderland of orgasms. While I’m lost in this euphoria, a hand grabs my balls and pulls hard. My legs tense up at the sensation, causing me to writhe in fucking bliss.
“Simon, I’m gonna blow if you keep going,” I say, and he immediately pulls away. He sits upright and straddles me, looking like a fucking vision with his hard dick eager for attention.
“Where are the nipple clamps?” he asks, surprising me again.
“In the drawer,” I say, gesturing with my head. He leans over and opens the drawer while I can’t resist rubbing my hands up and down his strong thighs. He opens the box and removes the clamps, holding them out to me.
“Put them on me,” he asks.
I grin as he puts them in my hands, and I do as I’m told, attaching them to his hard brown nubs that have goosebumps forming around them as each clamp is attached. He crushes his thighs into me as he composes himself.
‘Why do I like these so much?” he says, head tilted back and lost to the sensation.
“You’re like me. You love the bite. The sting. Mixture of pain and pleasure.”
“Hmm,” he moans in response before getting off me, and repositioning us. He settles in between my legs and coats his fingers in lube. I open my legs wider for him. It’s been a very long time since I bottomed and I don’t do it just for anyone.
“Fuck, Carlos, your hole is so tight,” he praises as his finger slides into me. It’s uncomfortable at first, but as I push down on his finger, the enjoyment multiplies. I grind onto his thick digit, encouraging him to find my happy spot. Two fingers are now up my ass and he finds what he’s looking for as I mewl in delight.
“I can’t wait, Carlos. You feel too good,” he says, excitement taking over all his thoughts.
“Then do it.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice before he pushes my legs back and I hold them in place with my hands behind my knees. The urge to fuck takes him over as he lines up that beautiful girthy dick and pushes inside me. It stretches and burns. I feel so full. His hand finds its way back to my throat and holds on tight before he gives me another slap to the face.
Simon fucks me like a beast, there is no gentleness, just urgency. I can see the old Simon return as he takes my body, owns it. He’s greedy with it and I want more. I drop one leg and use my free hand to pull on one of his nipple clamps.
“Ahhh! Yes, do it again,” he begs, and I do it again to the other nipple. He growls as he picks up speed, my throat is sore from his relentless hold on me. While he is occupied with fucking me into oblivion, I take the opportunity again to touch his back, and this time he doesn’t pull away. I splay my fingers across the partially healed welts, and gently stroke them.
“I’m close,” he pants, before removing his hand from my throat and grabbing my dick, clutching it like a vice as he tugs hard, forcing an almighty orgasm to be ripped from my body.
“Fucckk,” I groan, long and deep just as Simon’s cum fills my ass. Just as my release ends, I find the strength to grab onto one of the clamps on his swollen nipples, and pull it off. Hard.
“Oh shit,” he yells, hips stuttering as he allows what appears to be an earth shattering orgasm to consume his whole body.
Collapsed on top of me, we remain quiet, regaining our strength to move and speak again. Our sweaty bodies cling to one another, our cum mixes together, coating our exhausted limbs. We’re one big sticky mess.
“Thank you,” he whispers into my ear as his head snuggles into my sweaty shoulder.
“For what?”
“This. It helped. I err, I liked it when you touched my back.”
“Good. Maybe I should change your name to tiger from lion.”
“I never thought to look at it like that. Tiger stripes.”
“You see, we’ve managed to fuck our way to finding a positive.”
“I hope so. Is it still okay for me to stay?” he says as he pulls back and watches me. I’m sure Simon thinks I will pull away, or change my mind. The very idea is ridiculous.
“Simon, I'm not letting you leave. You’re all mine now and I will show you off. No more hiding. About anything.”
“You’re a bossy prick, Carlos. But, I’m not sure about the open thing,” he starts to babble.
“Simon. You have no choice now. We’re going to be who we are and live. I’m not hiding you and you are not hiding me. We walk through it together. Trust me. I’m not ever letting you go, no abandonment or betrayal. It’s time for you to be free.”
“They are never gonna let me hear the end of it, are they? Dima said that he thinks they already know.”