Page 57 of Whirlwind

Micah thrust up into his hands, and Eric pushed his hip back down with his free hand. “Be still, boy.”

His boy was back to whimpering. Between the commands and the stimulation, he was clearly enjoying himself.

Eric was relieved. He always wanted anyone he played with to feel good, but it felt like there was so much more at stake here.

Not just Micah’s feelings about his gender, which were clearly difficult already, but something beyond that which stretched between them. He wasn’t quite ready to give it a name.

He bent and licked the small head, sucking it with his lips and tongue. His boy tried to thrust up against him, but he was prepared with hands on both of his hips, holding him down. His boy was writhing and thrashing now, pulling against his bonds. And the noises that he was making…

Eric covered the whole cock with his mouth, experimenting with the flaps of skin connecting his cock to the flesh below, and sometimes sucking and tasting those folds as well.

There was a small groove along the bottom of the shaft rather than the typical solid cylinder, but from his desperate noises, Micah seemed to prefer pressure directly along the top of his shaft.

He mostly concentrated there, lightly grazing his teeth along the top to hear his boy’s breath catch.

His boy’s taste was different from what he was used to—more tangy and less earthy. Still sexy, though.

Especially sexy because Micah was trusting him with this part of himself that he was hesitant to share. That was the real gift.

He sucked harder, feeling his boy tighten beneath him. How much longer would he be able to hold off? How far could he push him?

Suddenly he wanted to see his boy’s face. He replaced his mouth with his hand, keeping up the firm, rapid strokes across the top of his shaft while he rubbed across the tip with his thumb.

Micah’s hair was a disaster and his face was tracked with tears and saliva. His chest heaved as he tried to maintain control of his body while Eric pushed him higher and higher. He strained against his bonds. He was gorgeous.

Their eyes met, and Eric couldn’t look away. Micah was an impossible treasure, giving everything up to him, his desire and trust naked in his face.

“I’m going to come on you, sweet boy.” He’d meant to sound commanding, but it came out gentler. The adoration that he felt was escaping despite his efforts.

But Micah seemed to be on the same page. His voice was softer, too. “Yes, Sir.”

Eric removed his condom and dropped it on the towel. He leaned over his sub, fitting their dicks together. The feeling was momentarily odd—rather than two cocks angled the same way, he would sometimes rub over the top of his boy’s dick and sometimes drag along the bottom.

But it was just as delicious, just as sensual. The head of his boy’s cock dragged along his exquisitely, and the folds below enveloped him. He became achingly aware of how easy it would be to just slip inside, to seek that level of completion.

But this was about his boy. The fantasy of being taken by a group of guys was over, and now Eric was changing the script.

He kissed his sub slowly, sweetly, all without slowing the frantic thrust of his hips on sensitive flesh. At the same time, he pinched his boy’s nipples.

He waited for the moment when the pain started to crash through, when his boy was gasping and frantic before releasing them.

“I’m going to pinch you harder, sweet boy.” Micah looked up at him in mute appeal. “You’ll take it, boy. I won’t push you beyond what you can handle.” Micah nodded. “And then when I tell you to, you’re going to come.”

Micah nodded frantically. “Please, Sir. Please, please!”

Eric ground harder against his boy’s cock, then dug his blunt fingernails into the boy’s nipples. Micah cried out, arching off the table and struggling against the bonds that held his hands trapped between them.

“Come! Now, boy. Come.”

Micah’s whole body thrashed. Any control he’d had over keeping still was gone, and he thrust his hips up against Eric’s hard length. He was coming apart, and Eric wanted to drink him in.

Eric released his nipples and swallowed his mouth in a kiss. Then he allowed his own release to overtake him, rocking and ricocheting through his body as he spurted on Micah’s chest.

He was lost in the sensations, lost in his boy, who was the only tether back down to Earth. His orgasm echoed on and on, and he took and took from his sub’s sweet mouth.

At last, his thoughts returned. He wanted to lay there, pressed against his boy for longer, but taking care of Micah was more important. He couldn’t remember when he’d last let himself get so lost while topping.

With a final soft kiss and great reluctance, he stood up, keeping both hands on his boy. Spurts of cum covered his sub’s bound hands, which was almost enough to make him hard again.

He quickly opened all three restraining straps, and then wrapped his boy’s arms around his neck. With a muffled grunt, he picked up his boy and carried him to the nearest chair.

Ben, who was looking a little debauched himself, seemed to have been waiting and stopped by with a blanket and a water bottle, then disappeared.

With his boy snuggled close, he began massaging his wrists, interspersed with soft caresses down his arms and back. He touched a gentle kiss to his forehead.