That’s something he doesn’t have to beg for.
Pushing myself off the wall, I stand a few feet in front of him, holding my arms out to my sides. More shadows swoop in, removing my clothes. They don’t rip and tear like they did to him. They open each button of my shirt, removing it off my shoulders and tossing it away. They do the same to my pants and shoes until I’m standing there naked, my own cock jutting up and leaking at the tip too.
Apparently, I’m more of a voyeur than I would’ve thought.
There’s a loud scraping sound as the armchair that was in the corner of the room is dragged across the hardwood floor into the middle of the space just behind me. I let myself fall back into it, my ass on the edge of the seat.
I’ve spent years with my shadows and only thoughts and memories of Cason to get me by. Sounding was an experiment, but I ended up fucking loving it. The only place I haven’t let them go is my ass, but the reason for that is the same that I wouldn’t let them in Cason’s that first time they played with him. My shadows may be an extension of me, but those are firsts meant only for us.
The shadows reach for me, forming another rod in thin air.
The good thing about shadows is that I’m able to easily manipulate them. There’s virtually no risk compared to physical sounding rods. Also, because they feel however I want them to feel, there’s no need for lube.
With my hands resting on the sides of the chair, my shadows do exactly what they did to Cason—stroking my length as they gradually insert the rod into my slit, sliding inside while Cason watches, and I watch him.
The fullness hits immediately as they start slipping their way into my cock, that bit of pressure as they move deeper. My gaze remains locked on Cason as the air grows thick with warm breath and heavy with arousal. Despite us being several feet apart, there’s a level of intimacy from the shared experience asmy shadows fill us both. When a loud, deep moan escapes me, I don’t know if it’s born more from the sight of Cason being consumed by my shadows or from the moment they reach my prostate.
“Holy shit,” Cason whimpers, his gaze bouncing between both our cocks as the shadows stroke us inside and out. “Reese, I want more.”
“More?” I ask. “Like…”
Dark fingers reach for his ass, spreading his cheeks apart. They press against his hole, circling his rim.
“That kind of more?”
His head moves like it’s heavy, but the nod he gives is eager. “Please.”
They add more pressure until about a finger’s width pushes its way inside him. His eyes flutter closed, and he moans.
The shadows fill him more, becoming thicker, going deeper. I can feel every inch of him through them, traveling into his darkest, most sensitive places.
No one has ever been this deep inside another person, not the way I'm inside Cason right now.
Then there’s the moment his eyes fly open as he lets loose a noise that’s a cross between a sob and a scream. It’s then that I know the shadows have hit his prostate, stimulating it from both ends. He jerks, and more precum leaks from around the shadows filling his cock.
“Oh, fucking hell,” I groan, my eyes held hostage by the sight.
He becomes an absolute wreck after that. The shadows don’t ease up their assault on his prostate, stroking it from deep inside his cock and his ass at the same time. He writhes as sweat drips down his temples, the noises coming from him nothing short of music as the shadows stroke us both a little faster, inside and out. I can tell when he’s close, his jaw falling a little more slack,his panting breaths coming quicker and quicker. He stares at me, and I can see the plea in his eyes.
But I don’t give it to him.
My shadows ease off, then quickly wrap around the base of his dick, tightening and cutting through his impending orgasm. He cries out, but this time, he doesn’t curse at me for it, like he knows he has to endure the torture I give him in order to reap the rewards in the end.
“I wish you could see yourself right now, Cason,” I tell him, my words coming out deep and breathless and completely fucking wrecked. “You’re so fucking stunning letting my shadows play with you.”
He blinks, and a tear cascades down his pale cheek. “Can I have you now too?”
The shadows slide out of my cock, leaving me with a groan and feeling a little empty. But I know it’ll be worth it.
As I stand, they stay wrapped around my shaft, continuing to stroke as I cross the short distance between us. I come to a stop in front of him, his arms still held above him, the shadows still thrusting in and out of his cock and his ass. I place my hands on the sides of his face, my lips two inches from his.
“You can have me whenever you fucking want, menace.”
He whimpers, and I crash my mouth to his. My shadows move, pressing our cocks together and enveloping us both as I drive my tongue into his mouth. The kiss is brutal and passionate as I hold his face between my hands, the shadow hands stroking us together.
As much as I love edging him, I decide to show him mercy. Besides, I want him to come with me, and I’m already so fucking close.
The shadows surround both our dicks, holding them tightly together as they move up and down, around, and inside of Cason’s.
