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“I want you, Sir. All of you, all the time, for all time.”
“Do you want my cock buried in your ass, or should I bury yours in mine?”
Roth’s question sent a shudder of longing through his body. He honestly didn’t know which option he found most appealing. Either? Both? Whatever the hell Roth wanted. He was putty in the male’s very capable hands.
“Mm, your choice, Sir. I am at your eternal service. I worship at the altar of your supreme cock.”
“Oh, you do say the nicest things my little punk rebel. I don’t think I ever told you how much I love this look on you. Have I? A grave error on my part, but I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
Roth didn’t wait for his reply. Instead, he helped Athon to his feet, turned him around, and pressed him down over the edge of the bed, his feet still on the floor.
“Hands above your head, Ath. Don’t move them, or I will be forced to spank this sexy ass of yours until it’s rosy red and hotter than it already is,” Roth instructed.
Rough, warm hands stroked over the taut muscles of his back, his thighs, his ass. Hot lips trailed after, a nip here, a lick there, leaving fire in its wake. Athon pushed his hips back and up, seeking more. He tried to widen his stance and received a swift, sharp slap on his exposed and upturned ass. Then . . . nothing except cold air and anticipation for what his lover would do next.
The heat of Roth’s body returned quickly, yet Athon shivered as his legs were nudged apart, and Roth pressed in between his thighs. He felt open, exposed, vulnerable. Fuck! He was so damn ready for this. His cock was so damn hard it hurt, pressed as it was between him and the mattress.
“Up on the bed, on your knees, head down, Ath. Bring your ass to the edge, and lift that bad boy up for me,” Roth’s voice had gotten huskier, sharper with raw desire.
Athon knew what was coming, his heartbeat triple timed with excitement as he did as he was told.
Two thick fingers teased his entrance, the cool, wet glide of the lube relaxed and excited him at the same time.
He and Roth had never used it together before, it hadn’t existed in this form back then. Thank fuck they’d moved on from Ancient Greece and olive oil for lubrication. He kept some for his own use, and for what had seemed a futile hope for Roth’s return to his bed. Yay to future planning! He was definitely glad he had because of how long it had been.
Athon moaned, his body tensed slightly as Roth’s fingers invaded his body, pressed as deep as they could, and shifted, before retreating. They were thrust back in, this time mercilessly, punishingly, unrepentant in their very welcomed intrusion.
More lube coated fingers breached his anus, they curled to stroke his sensitive prostate, and his balls threatened to empty right then and there.
Removing his fingers completely, Roth pressed something small against his opening. The cool gush of liquid that entered him told him the time was nigh, and Roth was not going to hold back.
The bottle was flung to the floor an instant before Roth took hold of one of Athon’s hips and slammed the length of his cock into his well-prepared and waiting ass. He spread his legs wider and seated himself more firmly onto the cock of the male behind him, grinding his hips against him for more contact, more friction, more Roth, more everything.
A firm hand lay between his shoulders, pinned him to the bed, and Roth leaned his body down over Athon’s back. His cock slid even deeper into him, unleashing twin grunts of pleasure. Athon felt every word Roth whispered in his ear wrap like fingers around his cock.
“Hold on, Leviathon. It’s about to get rough, lover mine.”
Athon gasped loudly as Roth pulled mostly out. He moaned as he dipped in and out lightly, teasingly, but it didn’t last. Roth rammed his hips forward, holding tight to both of Athon’s. He was pulled back onto the hard length of Roth’s cock even as Roth himself plunged forward. They met with a passion that bordered on pain, a pain which set Athon’s blood on fire. The harder Roth fucked him, the deeper he went, the closer Athon came to his own release.
“Sorry, Ath. Can’t stop,” Roth gasped out between thrusts.
The body above him stilled. The hips pressed tightly to his trembled and jerked. The cock buried completely inside him pulsed and twitched, emptying a full load of cum deep in his eager ass. His own cock twitched, begging for just a little something more. He pushed his cock into the mattress, almost there. A deep groan filled the air as Roth pulled out, and Athon almost begged him to come back.
Roth gently cleaned him off with a warm damp cloth, and rolled him over carefully onto his back. His legs hung over the edge of the bed, but he didn’t mind, his feet on the floor. Such a sweet lover was his Az. Always up for the after care.
“Look at you, Ath, still so hard and ready. I bet you’re desperate to come for me, aren't you?”
At his nod Roth slid to his knees. Looking down at the man he’d loved for as long as he wished to remember, the man he knew he’d love for eternity, he felt his heart heal just a little bit more.
“Your turn now, Ath. Don’t take your eyes off me as you watch me suck your dick. I bet your cum is going to taste amazing. I’m going to swallow every drop. Any problems?”
Athon nodded. Roth looked curious.
“You haven’t started yet,” Athon replied, his voice full of sass and desperation.
Roth’s lips twitched up in a smile a second before Athon lost the ability to think. His cock disappeared between his male’s lips. Fuck! He’d forgotten just how magical Roth’s mouth felt. Teeth, tongue, lips, even the muscles in his throat. He used every part to create as much pleasure as possible. Fingers caressed his abdomen, another set fondled his balls. Athon’s pleasure rose higher, his hips pumped up and down, thrusting his cock into Roth’s welcoming mouth. Soft lips latched on firmly and sucked hard, the fingers on his balls moved faster. Athon reached down and threaded his hands through Roth’s hair, holding his head in place as he fucked his male’s mouth. Once. Twice. Three times. Ecstasy flushed through his body releasing wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. His cum filled Roth’s mouth, and Athon could feel him swallow every drop, the muscles of Roth’s throat contracting around his sensitive flesh.
His arms fell to the bed, his energy depleted, his body sated beyond measure. Roth lifted him onto the bed, curled up beside him, and softly sang him to sleep. The male had the voice of an angel. Funny that he was one. Most angels couldn’t sing for shit.
