Kim pushed a little harder, before pulling back a little, and establishing a rhythm, just with the head and first few inches of his cock, to give Dídac time to adjust. He leaned down and kissed him on the lips.
“You want it?” he asked, their gazes locked on each other like dual tractor beams.
“Fuck yeah! Yeah, I want you… please!”
Kim kissed him again, as he plunged deeper inside, drowning Dídac’s cry by clamping his lips around his mouth.
Dídac roared in pain, but “don’t stop,” he grunted. “Keep going. Fuck me, keep fucking me!”
Now Kim rammed his full length into Dídac as deep as he could go. Even as Dídac whimpered, he pulled out and pushed in again,establishing a rhythm. Dídac had been holding onto Kim’s shoulders, but now his hands slipped down to Kim’s hips, and he began cooperating with each thrust, pulling his lover into himself harder and harder still. He was crying, but also clearly enjoying it. He bucked his pelvis up to meet Kim, locking his ankles behind Kim’s buttocks. Kim could feel himself reaching the point. There was still a way to go, but he was getting close. He dropped his head down till his lips were beside Dídac’s ear. As he spoke, he licked Dídac’s ear, punctuating each sentence by nibbling on the lobe:
“I want to cum inside you. Do you want that? I want to fill up your hot ass with my cum.”
“Yeah,” Dídac panted. “Give it to me. I want to feel you, feel you shoot inside me. Please, give it to me, Kim. I want your cum.”
Kim looked Dídac straight in the eyes, his forehead almost resting on Dídac’s, his sweat dripping down onto Dídac’s face, and began to pump in and out with long insistent strokes, thrusting into his lover for all he was worth before pulling out so that just the tip rested inside Dídac’s hole. Each time he thrust in, Dídac groaned. Sweat was pouring off both of them. His straight arms, on which he supported his weight on either side of Dídac’s neck, held his lover immobile underneath him. Dídac turned his head slightly and began to lick the sweat from Kim’s forearms. That small movement drove Kim wild. Then his breath started coming in jagged gasps, his back arched and his thrusts turned to spasms that wracked his entire body as if he was being electrocuted. His entire body shuddered, back arching as he came inside of Dídac with a series of thundering cries. Meanwhile, Dídac cried out and went to grab his own cock. But almost without touching himself, his cock jumped and several thick gobs of cum shot out, splattering across hisstomach and chest.
They came to a halt, sweat-soaked, Dídac gripping Kim’s hips, Kim, leaning on one arm, his other hand gently gripping Dídac’s skull. He stayed quiet inside of Dídac, enjoying the warmth, while the entire weight of his hips rested on Dídac’s thighs. Dídac looked over and saw Dragon, sitting in the coal scoop beside the fireplace, where she had hidden before, staring at them both, her eyes as wide as saucers.
33
Kim awoke disorientated, confused even before opening his eyes from the fragrance of woodsmoke and the enticing odor of the warm body in whose arms he lay wrapped. Then he recognized Dídac’s unique earthy scent, and the particular smell of his hair. Flexing his fingers, he ran them through the dense carpet of hair on Dídac’s chest, and his cheek felt Dídac’s stubble against his own. Opening his eyes, everything was pitch black, except for a tiny ray of gold that crept in a crack from the shutters. The hearth, still emitting heat, was a blanket of dark ash, with just a hint of deep red glow shining through here and there.
He needed to piss, and his dick was hard from the pressure of his full bladder, but Dídac was snoring softly, his body half-resting on Kim’s, and he didn’t want to wake him. Taking the chance, he slipped carefully out from under him, trying not to disturb the coal-smudged cat that was lying curled up on Dídac’s side of the sofa, which raised its head, looking warily at him as he left. Marks from its paws and fur stained the duvet.
Standing before the almost-dead fire on the cool flagstones, Kim wondered which way the toilet might be. He hoped it wasn’t outside as might be possible with an old house like this. To the left of the huge fireplace that filled most of one of the farmhouse’s walls, he saw a door and went to explore. Through it he found a kitchen, complete with an old coal range and beside it, a modern stove. Beyond the kitchen another door led out to a covered patio area with a large stone sink, off which he found a toilet, bathroom and laundry. He pissed and padded back to bed.
But in the living area, Dídac had now risen, and thrown open the heavy shutters on the window, letting in the morning light. Kim stood in the kitchen doorway, watching him walk naked across to the main door, unfasten the heavy iron bar that locked it, and swing the big oak doors wide, so that sunlight and crisp morning air streamed in, returning color to the world. The storm was gone, and the day was bright and freshly washed. Dídac stood in the doorway for a few moments, the most beautiful thing Kim had ever seen. Kim walked across and embraced him from behind.
“Morning.”
As he cradled Dídac’s warm body against his, his cock stirred again, finding its happy place, nestled between the twin mounds of Dídac’s ass. Dídac grasped his forearms as he cradled him.
“So, I can’t quite believe you’re here. What about the play?”
“Do you have anything to eat? And maybe coffee? Let’s talk about this after breakfast.”
“Yeah, sure. Sorry, that was rude of me. Let’s get breakfast first.”
Dídac turned to him, keeping Kim in his arms. Dídac still smelled enticingly of sex and the intimacy of the night. Their cocks pressed together, fighting to rise. Kim chuckled:
“Uh-uh. Breakfast first.”
“Depends how you like your coffee… with cream?” Dídac asked, smiling. “I’ve got some croissants I bought yesterday, and I’ll make coffee. There are apples and pears off the trees here. They have the odd wormhole, but if you cut that out, they’re delicious.”
“That sounds amazing. Can I help?”
Dídac’s hand found Kim’s cock and began to stroke it. They were both now fully erect again.
“You can help by putting some clothes on. Otherwise I’ll never get round to making breakfast.”
Then he leaned down and took Kim’s cock in his mouth, sucking slowly down the length of him. Kim sighed.
“Oh God, yes please, more of that!”
But almost immediately Dídac broke off, smiling.
“We said breakfast. A man can’t fuck on an empty stomach.”
