I tense, not liking the implication that he’s about to go somewhere else. I turn to look but a very sharp spank makes me cry out and freeze in place.
“Stay,” he says again, stern and commanding and fuuuuuck, and he disappears while I’m still trying to process the perfect agony of the paddle on my ass. I had no idea it could feel like this. I’m a slut for it, I’ll never not want it. I’ll never not want Young-gi to prove to me that he wants me, to make me achy and sore for days so I never forget how bad I need him.
I’m so caught up in it, so overwhelmed by the roaring in my ears and my ragged breathing and pounding heart, that I don’t hear him come back up the stairs, or even come into the room.
But I feel him climb onto the bed behind me and let out the most pathetically needy sound I’ve ever made, wiggling and writhing like I can’t hold still anymore, arching my back for him.
“I’ve got you, sweet boy,” he says darkly, his voice close to my ear. I feel the heat of his body emanating against my back and I want to press myself against him but he’s staying just out of my reach.
The click of lube makes me shiver, but Young-Gi squirts out more than one pump of it, and it sounds strange. I want to look but I know he doesn’t want me to, I can just tell.
A condom wrapper opens. I can barely breathe for wanting him. I’m just a raw nerve, just a bundle of need shaped like a person.
“I got something else for you, Tommy,” he murmurs, closing the distance. I moan as soon as he’s against me, press my hips back to silently beg for his cock.
“Daddy, please,” I’m delirious.
He chuffs a laugh and lines himself up, sinking inside me in one long, slow, smooth thrust that has me seeing stars. And I was right, the pressure of his hips against my stinging ass is so intense I almost convulse.
“One more present,” he breathes in my ear, licking and kissing my overheated skin. “Want to see?”
I nod, my voice all but gone from the desperate screams he wrung from me in the hallway.
I feel his arm move, feel him reach around my body, and look down just in time to see him shove a Fleshlightt over my dick in one quick movement.
I shout in surprised pleasure, tears immediately leaking from my eyes because holy shit this is sensation overload. The opening is shaped like a mouth and I think I might have a stroke.
“I’m gonna fuck you the way no one has ever fucked you,” Young-gi says as he leaves hickeys on my neck. “You’re going to scream for me again, aren’t you? Going to cry those pretty tears for me?”
“I–” The sound he rips from my chest is inhuman when he pulls out and slams back into me, making me fuck the sex toy at the same time. I sound like an animal, and he’s getting what he wants because I am fucking crying again. My ass hurts so bad, but everything feels so good.
“God! Fuck!” I hold the headboard for dear life, my soul leaving my body as Young-gi starts fucking me like a goddamn machine. He grabs my throat with his free hand and holds me where he wants me, fucking my cock with the toy and my ass with his dick, taking my air or my blood flow and making my head spin.
“Shit, fuck–” I sob, shaking so hard I can barely keep my grip on the bed. “D-d-daddy!”
“Are you crying for me, Tommy?”
“Yes!” I wail.
“Such a good, sweet boy,” he praises me. And I feel myself nearing the precipice, getting closer to the edge. It scares me, just like it always does, but Young-gi has me under his complete control and nothing can stop me now.
Before I know it, before I even have time to get too frightened, I’m cumming. Cumming so hard that I have a spasm, that I would fall if he wasn’t holding me up. My vision dims and my entire body throbs like one huge bomb just detonated inside me, like every centimeter of skin is connected to my dick and it’s all part of this world-stopping orgasm.
Young-gi fucks into me a few more times, and then he stiffens behind me with a deep groan. He keeps jacking me with the toy though, stroking me through it until I see my cum dripping out of the mouth-shaped opening. I shiver and jerk, twitchy and over sensitive, but he keeps going even after we’re both finished climaxing.
I groan, anxious and confused, my brain totally offline still. He isn’t moving inside me but he’s panting against my shoulder as he lazily pumps my cock with the sleeve, until I’m shuddering all over again from hypersensitivity.
“Daddy!” I cry out, hissing from the pleasure-pain. “Daddy, please.” I’m not sure what I’m even asking for.
“You think you could cum again?” he asks, sounding tired but curious.
Goddamn, he’s going to kill me.
“Y-yellow,” I stammer, because I’m not sure I can take much more of this but if he really wants me to, I’ll fucking try.
He stops moving the toy, and pulls me against him.
“Maybe next time,” he murmurs, pulling me down onto the bed with him. He slips out of my body, and I lay in his arms, totally replete.
