He engulfed every inch of my length, stroking upwards to encourage it to grow even more. His fingers felt more like parasitic tendrils, intent on absorbing every last drop of my arousal and paralyzing me in return. After all, that would explain why I couldn’t move my limbs.
“Mmm… Aah, aah…!”
It was strange how my blood and desire made my cock swell so thick, but it didn’t lower itself whatsoever. Instead, it curved skyward, exposing the seam on its underside, practically begging for its most sensitive spot to get some attention.
“…Your back’s turning pink,” Ushio commented as he ran his free hand along its gentle slope. I suspected the flush of heat was more visible through the thin skin there. “I went to all that trouble to put hickeys on you, and now I can’t even see ’em. Alas.”
“Shut up…!”
“I should’ve sucked harder.” He curled his fingers into a circle shape and teased the edges of my glans. “Should’ve left bruises…”
“No!”
“What do you care? I’m the only one who’ll see ’em.”
“It sounds painful!”
“…Well now, that just makes me want to do it more.” His fingers moved just below my shoulder blade, and he dug his nails in lightly.
“Stop!” I whined.
“I’m just teasing,” he smirked wryly. At that, my tensed body relaxed again—and at that exact moment, he dragged his tongue up my back, making me shudder like a fever chill.
“Aaahh!”
“You only love pleasure, don’t you?” he teased.
Doesn’t everyone? But then he started coating his hand with my precum, and suddenly my tongue felt too sluggish to work properly. And here I called myself a newscaster.
My nasally moans begged sweetly for more. “Aah, mmm… Haah, aah…!”
“Stuff like this…?”
His fingers formed a tunnel around my exposed glans and squeezed, adding tight friction. My precum on his hand added a loud, sticky sound to his motions, and at that point, I was basically having sex with his hand.
“Ngh! Aaahh, mmmm!”
His stroking grew faster and faster. My breaths turned shallower, and all my senses focused solely on my cock.
“You love this, don’t you?”
“Mm, yeah,” I moaned. “Ah, aah, aah…!”
The pressure from his fingers vanished, but it was fine, as I was long past the point of no return. I squirted into his palm as he held it over my tip.
By this point, tiny trails of water trickled down the silver beer cans. For whatever reason, be it the airflow in the room or some sort of microscopic indentations, the streams were corrupted—twisting and turning and refusing to stay straight. It was oddly sexy.
As my body went limp, I nearly flopped onto the sofa, but then I felt something cold and sticky touch my ass, prompting me to stay on my knees.
“You even brought the lube…?” I asked.
“You do know what ‘get a room’ means, right?”
His fingers were lubed up, but he didn’t slide them inside. Instead, he simply pressed the clear fluid against my tiny orifice, then traced it up and down my perineal raphe.
“Mm…!”
Now that it had learned the pleasure of sex, my entrance gradually grew impatient and contracted on its own accord. Ushio traced along the rim, tugging on the invisible strings of my lust and making me tighten. The tiny hole writhed, frustrated by what wasn’t yet inside it.
“Stop that, Ushio…!” I whined.
“Hm?”
“Why are you doing that?”
“I was worried it might hurt.”
He rubbed me gently, but it only had the opposite effect on me. I bucked my hips in frustration.
“You don’t like pain, right?” he asked.
“But…”
“Well?”
“This is different, stupid!” I knew it wouldn’t hurt because he would make sure of that. And even if it did…I wouldn’t care. “I…I thought I told you not to bully me…!”
“Oh, right.” He nuzzled against the back of my ear. “You’re just so cute, I can’t help myself.” Naturally, his excuse was flimsy at best, and obnoxious at worst. “Will you stop loving me if I keep doing it?”
“Your approval rating is crashing at the speed of light.”
“For real?”
“Aah…!” I cried out suddenly. A tiny fraction—no more than the length of a fingernail—slid into me. As he wriggled his finger in my entrance, my depths ached.
“Well, your ass sure seems to approve of me.”
“Ha ha, very funny…!”
“What?”
“Who do you think made it that way, huh?!” If it wasn’t for him, my ass wouldn’t feel arousal, or take cocks, or bring me to climax at all.
“Want me to stop?”
“…No…” I relented. “So just…!”
I wanted him to hurry up and touch my furthest depths—the parts of me only he knew.
“Nnngh!” His lube-slickened finger felt like a long tongue as it entered me. “Aah…! Mmph!” Lust boiled impatiently in my gut, giving rise to another erection.
“Wow, even your depths are soft.”
No shit, idiot! My insides were already begging for something bigger than a finger, but they weren’t warmed up enough for sex yet, and I was left to endure the agonizing wetness. This was all Ushio’s fault for teasing me.
“You…are such…a dick…!” I panted.
“What’s my approval rating at now?” he asked. He seemed to have some awareness of the torture he was putting me through because he added a finger and started prodding at the button that would make my walls soft and compliant. He was taking shortcuts and I was jostled along for the ride, which made the pleasure almost painfully intense.
“Aaahh, gah…aah, aah! Fif…ty…five…percent…!” In reality, I was just reading the ABV on the beer can in front of me—
5.5 percent.
“That’s not great. I’m in trouble.”
Two fingers spread me open while a slick third thrust in and out. The hotel lights were dim by default, but I knew Ushio could surely see my hole asking for penetration. “No, knock it off!”
“I gotta fix my approval rating, don’t I?”
And at last, the cock my whole body lusted for was positioned at my entrance. In fact, I was embarrassed by how easily it slid right in. For Ushio, it must have disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.
“Aaahh, aaahh!”
My walls shamelessly pulled him in deeper, toward the male body’s most sensitive spot. In my head, I knew he was all the way in, but my ass kept trying to take more. Naturally, the pleasure from doing so shot straight to my dick with a shudder.
“Damn… Feels like you’re sucking me dry…” he groaned.
“Aah…! Gah, aaahh, nnngh!”
He gave a few experimental thrusts, my insides easily adapting each time. The large, well-crafted couch supported our weight without so much as a creak. As a result, the wet squish of the lube was more audible than ever, as was Ushio’s heavy breathing; he almost sounded like an angry predator animal, the sound ravaging my ears in time to the rhythmic motions. Did my moans sound like the cries of his prey, reserved only for him?
“Haah…!”
“Aah, nnn, nngh, aaahh…!”
Every time his engorged length pounded into me, my walls became hotter and softer. And as the pleasure steadily took over my brain, I no longer cared if my whole body melted into syrup, muscles and organs and all. He switched between rough and gentle, shallow and deep, taking me up the staircase to climax with no way down—and once I ran out of stairs, I knew I would fall headfirst. But the fear of orgasm taking over my thoughts was quickly vaporized by him pummeling my prostate.
“Hnnn—aah! Ushio! Ushio…!”
Under the beer cans, the cold condensation had fully devolved into a shallow puddle of lukewarm water. If we kept fucking, would our lust turn it into steam next? Weird, sure, but my body felt so hot, it seemed well within the realm of possibility. My senses kept jumping between the raw pleasure and the heat like someone flipping channels on a remote. It was sweet, delicious torture.
“Gah, nngh, aaahh!” I cried out. He reached for my fully reloaded manhood, and the pleasure hit me twofold, penetrating all the way to my spine. “Aah, aah! Ushio!”
“Hnngh…!”
“Aaahh, aah… Ngh, aah…!” The ejaculation from his monstrous erection felt both forceful and heavy inside me. I felt myself twitch and take it all in, and in that very same thrust, I came on his hand a second time.
“Kei…”
He yanked me up, straightening my torso so that he could kiss me with his dick still in my ass. We were both already out of breath, so we pecked hungrily at each other’s lips before coming up for air at last. With my head turned, I caught a glimpse of the window—which I hadn’t given much thought to in the heat of the moment—and in it, a glimpse of Ushio’s reflection.
Was I seeing things, or…was there a dark emptiness lurking in his eyes?
An icy shiver rooted me to the spot in an instant. The deep charcoal black I saw seemed to absorb all light…but I only saw it for a split second. Maybe it was just the night sky?
Then our kiss deepened, and as I felt the dick in my ass start to harden again, I soon lost interest in that mystery.