Page 59 of Deviant Need

I can definitely make him forget. Make him not think about anything except my hands and mouth on him until he’s shaking and falling apart. I don’t waste time. I dive in, dragging my tongue over his hole.

He moans into the mattress. “Oh fuck.”

My tongue laps around the tight ring of muscle, circling it slowly before I push inside and feel him clench around me. I spear him with my tongue, pushing deeper, and he gasps.

“Harder,” he breathes, pushing his ass back into my face. “Don’t hold back.”

Pushing my tongue in as far as it’ll go, I swirl it around, feeling him open up slightly for me.

What would it feel like to fuck this tight little hole? To feel him squeeze around my cock instead of my tongue? The thought makes me twitch hard in my boxers, and I grind against the mattress for relief.

I eat him out thoroughly, getting him wet and sloppy, and then bring my finger up and push it in alongside my tongue. He gasps, a shocked sound tearing out of him, and I pull my tongue back to watch my finger slowly disappear inside him. I spit on his rim for more lubrication and watch it drip down before pushing my finger deeper, searching. When I crook it and press against something inside him, his whole body jerks forward.

“Was that my prostate?” he gasps out, his voice breaking. “That felt amazing.”

“Yeah, I think so,” I say, pressing against it again and watching him shudder.

“Do that again. Please.”

I press harder this time, rubbing circles against that spot while my tongue goes back to his rim, licking around where my finger stretches him open. He moans loudly and pushes back against my face, trying to get more. I let saliva pool around my finger before adding another one to stretch him wider. My tongue works his rim, licking and sucking while I fuck him with my fingers. The combination makes him shake, and I can see his cock leaking steadily onto the sheets below.

I pull my fingers out just enough to spit directly into his gaping hole, watching it slide inside him, then push back in with my tongue following. Everything’s wetter and messier now as I fuck him with my tongue and fingers, alternating between pressing against his prostate and pushing deep into his hole. He’s a mess, moaning and grinding back, completely lost in it.

“Your ass is perfect,” I rasp, licking my lips. “I want to fuck you and see you stretched around my cock.”

“Then do it,” he pants, twisting to look back at me over his shoulder. His pupils are blown wide, hazel eyes almost black. “Stop teasing me and fuck me hard.”

“Yeah?” I dive back in, licking around where my finger is buried inside him. My other hand wraps around his cock, and I jerk him slowly, matching the rhythm of my finger. He clenches around me and moans. “You want it hard, Danya?”

“Please, Misha. Stop taking it easy on me.”

Pulling back, I spit again, watching it slide down to his hole, and then thrust in another finger alongside the other two. He moans louder this time and pushes back onto them, fucking himself on my hand. We need actual lube if he wants me to fuck him though.

“I’m going to get us some lube,” I say, sliding my fingers out. He whines as I climb off the bed, the sound needy and impatient. I head into the bathroom and grab the bottle from its hiding spot before turning back toward the bedroom.

When I come back, he’s exactly where I left him, on his hands and knees with his ass up, waiting. He hasn’t moved at all, just stayed there presenting himself for me, and the visual alone nearly makes me come before I even touch him.

Pouring lube onto my fingers, I warm it between them as I kneel on the mattress behind him. He’s already wet and loose from my spit and tongue, his hole still glistening and slightly open. I push two fingers into him slowly, and he gasps, pushing back onto it immediately.

The slide is easy, smoother with the lube, and I add a third finger quickly. He takes them without resistance, his body already prepped and ready. I scissor my fingers and add a fourth, stretching him wider and coating his walls with lube. He moans and rocks back against my hand, fucking himself on my fingers while I work him open.

“I want to be inside you with nothing between us, Danya. No condom. I want to feel all of you.”

“I want that too,” he breathes. “Fuck me, Misha. Stop making me wait.”

Shoving my boxers down, my cock springs free.

We’re actually about to do this.

There’s no taking it back, no pretending after, and the need for it burns through me stronger than anything I’ve felt before. I ache to have him in every way possible, to know what he feels like around me, to make him mine in a way that can’t be undone.

I grip my cock and line myself up with his hole, and he pushes back onto me before I can even move. I start sinking into him slowly, and the tight ring of muscle makes me close my eyes and groan.

He’s so tight, his hole squeezing me so hard it feels like it might break my cock in half. The heat is overwhelming, wet and perfect, and I have to force myself to go slow.

“You are so tight,” I say, groaning.

He moans, and his hands clasp into the sheets, pulling them tight. I pull out and add more lube, then push back in. It’s easier this time, and when I finally bottom out completely, he gasps and his whole body trembles.