Page 106 of Beautiful Chaos
I greedily swallow as much as I can. Like a frat boy in a keg stand, though, cum streams down my beard and neck. My spent cock jerks from the debauchery of it all. A few more sucks, and then he’s begging me to stop. Only then do I pull away.
“So good for me,” I whisper, lightly kneading his balls, taking the last drop of cum from him with the tip of my tongue.
He shivers, and I reach for the remote control. He starts begging.
“No, no. Please. It’s too much.”
Says the guy who doesn’t like thatconsensual non-consent bullshit.
I check, and he’s still holding his ball in a death grip.
Chuckling to myself, I increase the vibration on his plug. I lie back and stroke myself, enjoying the show as he swings above me, twitching and writhing from overstimulation.
I lazily mouth the head of his cock, giving it the lightest little suck.
“Please. Stop.” He keens, knocking his forehead against the padded platform. “Wait. No.Don’t. Don’t stop.”
I pull back, and he lets out a stream of profanities. Only when he’s gone quiet do I resume my gentle attention to his cockhead. He whimpers, and I reward him with another bump of vibration while I take his entire overwrought cock into my mouth and suck until he shouts.
It’s more cum than I anticipated. Mm.
I untie him, unplug him, and settle him gently against the pillows before putting away the swing. He’s drifting, exactly where I want him. Stalking to the bed, naked, I feel like a god.He holds out his hands to me, still greedy, and I lean in and scoot him toward the edge of the bed, where I pick him up, my arms under his tight ass as he wraps his legs around me.
“Shower, then sleep,” I murmur, knowing he needs the come down.
He has salt lamps in the bathroom, but I leave them off in favor of a dim nightlight plugged in over the sink.
It’s funny how my eyes have adjusted.
I hold him as the water heats, admiring his strong body in the mirror. I’m still holding him as I step into the shower. He’s deadweight, slumped against me while I sway under the falling water. Slowly, he comes around and slides to his feet. I keep a firm grip on him, letting him lean into my body, his hands worshipping the sides of my belly before drifting back to grip my round ass.
Knowing that he views my body as home, as safety, fills me with pride. He noses my chest, gently sucking on my nipple. It’s not sexual, exactly, more for comfort. Still, my cock plumps, the sensation pleasant as I run my hands up and down his muscled, inked back. Slowly, he comes out of that in-between state, his eyes still slightly dazed as he looks up at me.
“Thank you,” he says with a soft smile.
I kiss him, and we stand there, hands roaming over wet skin, making out.
“I really pushed it with you this time. Did you like it?”
He pushes his forehead between my pecs, nodding.
“It means everything to me that you trust me like this.”
He looks up, his eyes glittering black like the night sky. “It’s because we trust each other equally.”
“That’s not the only thing we share,” I say, unable to hold back the words that have been filling the space between us. “I love you, Sy. I love everything about you, bright and dark.”
Black swirls into silver blue. Tears hide themselves in the water droplets on his face.
“Do you mean that?”
“Something about you has always felt undeniable to me. I couldn’t wait to be old enough to ask you to join us. Something about you has always called to something in me.” I kiss him softly. “So yes, I very much mean it. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and I never will again.”
“You have to know how much I love you,” he whispers, his voice cracking. “I know I’ve said it before, but somehow, it’s even more.”
“I think that’s the way it is between us.” I pause to kiss him. Deep, slow. “This isn’t a weak sort of love. It’s built on respect, on honoring everything you are and everything I am.”
“And it didn’t hurt that I ripped that guy’s head off for you, right?” he asks, a devil smile accompanying darkened eyes.
