I turn my head to look back at them. They are so goddamned pretty, with the shiny pieces of metal decorating their perfect body, and their eyes fixated on where we’re connected, with an expressionthat’s so full of awe and lust it has me trying to rock back just a bit to get more of them in me.
“Slow, Marcus,” Qiang grunts out, their fingers curling into my thighs as a warning.
My body is at war. It’s clenching just slightly at the burn of them pushing into me, yet it’s so impatiently greedy for more that I’m having to fight back the urge to rock backward again and take it. Qiang’s hands stay steady on my hips, though—a reminder to keep me in place until they are finally fully seated inside me.
It’s fuckingeverything, just like I knew it would be. I’m so fucking full, and it’sthem, my dream since the moment I saw them. And maybe that dream started with just wantingthis, but I know all the emotion and tension that built between then and now make this so much more than anything I could possibly have imagined then.
“You good?” they ask, checking in.
“I don’t know, am I?”
I don’t even know where the capacity in my head exists to tease them at a moment like this, but that’s what popped out when I’d only meant to say yes.
“And you have the nerve to callmea brat,” they laugh breathlessly behind me while slowly pulling their cock out of me.
My brain imprints the feel of them as they move inside of me until there’s nothing left but the head resting just inside the ring of muscle.
“One more chance, Marcus. Are you good?”
“So fucking good, I want more. Put it back in,” I whine.
A low groan punches out of them at that before their cock burrows its way back into me, and my mouth drops from the sheer magnitude of just how fucking amazing it feels.
From there, Qiang fucks me so well. Their hips bouncing off my ass cheeks. The sound of their top twinkling to the beat of their thrusts. Their fingers digging into my hips. The steady moans and praises that fall from their lips.
It’s fucking transcendent. I knew tonight was going to obliterate everything I’ve ever thought I understood about life, and eventhatknowledge is being blown away with exactly how overwhelmingly transcendent this reality is.
I look back at them; that sexy as fuck top bouncing and chiming in time with each of their thrusts adds an entirely new layer of how fucking hot they are into the mix. It has pressure coiling in my groin; even though it hasn’t been long since I came, I know my body is already at the brink again.
Qiang’s hand moves from my hip to my cock, and they wrap their fingers around it. My toes curl at the sensation.
“Are you gonna come for me again, babe?”
I nod, a heavy gasp escaping me in place of the yes I’d tried to respond with. Everything coiling through me is so intense, I can barely think. Everything inside of me, and surrounding me, is Qiang. Their floral smell. The sound of their heavy breaths that gets pulled from them with every thrust. The sound of their bedlah chiming behind us. And the feel of their cock burrowing into my body and claiming a space that belongs to just them.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Qiang groans in my ear, and it’s the final push to break the dam.
Cum spurts from my cock for a second time, the sensation crashing into me even harder than the first round, which has my elbows shaky beneath me and my body falling just a bit out of position.
And if coming wasn’t enough, Qiang’s cock kicks inside of me, and a warm gush of liquid fills my hole and makes everything just that much more wildly intense.
Qiang’s moans break against my ear, the chimes of their top twinkling wildly as they spasm above me. I push back, intensifying everything even more, and I know Qiang is feeling it with heavier moans dropping from their lips with each slow rock backward.
After a few thrusts, Qiang runs their fingers down my back. They follow that up by trailing a few kisses down my spine before ever so slowly pulling out. I can feel their cum leaking from my hole, and I look back to watch their eyes widen at the sight of it.
“Holy fuck, that’s hot,” they breathe out before reaching for the wet wipes on their nightstand.
“You did that,” I point out lazily, the afterglow hitting hard and making my speech a bit slow and my eyes a little droopy.
“And don’t you fucking forget it,” Qiang sasses back, making me huff out a laugh at that; the concept of ever forgetting is absolutely ludicrous.
They clean me slowly,tenderly, before tossing the wipes in the trash. They snag the towel, roll it up, and do something with it. I hear them more than see them.
I’m on an unfathomable high, mixed with the exhaustion from the game, everything that happened at the party, and the reward, which was so much better than I could have possibly imagined.
My body jolts slightly when Qiang’s finger brushes something wet against my hole.
“Just some ointment to soothe the ache and help it heal faster,” they murmur before getting up to wash their hands.
