by JC Holly
“No. Just open your mouth and stay still.”
Rook smiled and ran his tongue over his lips, then opened wide. Damon took his cock in hand and stroked it a few times, then pulled his foreskin from the cockhead and brushed it against Rook’s cheek.
“As much as I love someone sucking my dick,” he said, as he pulled away again. “Sometimes I want something a little different.”
He placed his hands on the back of Rook’s head and started to slide his cock along the man’s tongue toward the back of his throat. He stopped halfway and Rook started to close his mouth around Damon’s cock.
“I didn’t tell you to do that, did I?”
Rook shook his head slightly and opened up again.
“Good boy.”
Damon pulled his cock back out all the way, then slid back in, savoring the sensation of Rook’s tongue against his cockhead. Each time he pushed in a little further, until he was pushing against the back of Rook’s throat.
“Can you go deeper?”
Rook flicked his tongue side to side underneath Damon’s cock, eliciting a gasp. He then nodded. Damon placed his hands on Rook’s head and pushed his cock forward, groaning at the pressure that enveloped his length as he slipped down Rook’s throat.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
He pulled back then pushed again, working his way a little deeper each time. Rook handled it like a professional, not resisting and having no difficulty with the periods without air. His hands slid up Damon’s legs and grabbed at his ass. Damon jumped in surprise. It certainly wasn’t unpleasant, but he had a role to maintain as the one in charge, and he hadn’t given Rook permission. Trying not to smirk, he batted Rook’s hands away then pulled his cock from the man’s mouth.
“I didn’t say you could do that,” he said as he stroked his cock. “You must be punished.”
Rook went to reply, and Damon chose that moment to thrust his cock back into Rook’s mouth. At the same time he grabbed the man by the back of the head and pushed his cock down Rook’s throat. The fast motion almost had him come, and he fought hard to maintain composure for as long as he could as he fucked Rook’s throat.
Rook’s hands were now back on the floor, and they grasped at the tiles as he fought to keep his cool under the lack of air. Damon kept up the pace for a few moments longer then pushed all the way in until Rook’s nose nuzzled against his belly. He held the position for a few seconds as the urge to come built and built then pulled away in one swift motion.
Damon took his hands from Rook’s head and planted one on the worktop. He jerked his cock with the other, working it hard fast until he could hold off no longer. With a grunt he aimed his cock at Rook’s waiting mouth and came hard. Thick ropes of cum spurted from his cockhead, splattering the gasping Rook from his chin to the bridge of his nose. Damon worked the last free then dropped to his knees and grabbed Rook by the back of the neck and pulled him to his own lips. They kissed hard and traded the cum with their tongues until Damon broke away with a grin.
“Now that was just what I needed.” He grabbed a towel and began to wipe the cum from Rook’s face. “How about you?”
He smiled back. “Did you hear me complain?”
“No, but you did have your mouth full at the time.”
Rook laughed and stood. “Trust me, you’d have still known if I had something to say.” He rolled his neck. “Though there is one slight problem.”
Damon’s stomach lurched. “What?”
“The steaks are burned.”
Chapter Eight
Rook and Damon sat back on the sofa, the last of the Chinese takeout eaten. Damon had been a little irritated that he’d not kept an eye on the steaks, but he soon got over it, and they both laughed the whole thing off.
Rook adjusted himself into his usual sofa position but found that, once again, his back wasn’t complaining, so he didn’t need to. He smirked and shifted into a lazier position. Damon spotted his expression and quirked an eyebrow.
“What is it?”
“Oh, nothing,” Rook said. “I get a really bad back at times, but lately it’s been much better.” He laughed. “Come to think of it, it improves every time we mess around. I guess you have healing hands.”
“I think you’ll find my cock was doing most of the work.”
“Healing cock, then. Either way, it’s kind of odd.”
Damon shrugged it off. “I guess it’s stress relief. An orgasm relaxes all sorts of muscles, after all.”
“True, but I never get the same effect when it’s just me by myself.”
“No?” Damon smirked. “Maybe you’re doing it wrong.”
“Pretty sure I’m doing it right.” Rook grinned then began to unfasten his belt. “Tell you what. You watch and give me pointers if I’m messing it up.”
Damon shifted in his seat so he was facing Rook fully. “I’m all for that. Whip it out, big boy.”
Rook did as he was told, though he hesitated for a moment. Given what had just happened in the kitchen, he was certainly horny enough, but there was something private about masturbation. He’d never done it in front of someone else before. The worry passed a moment later, though. The pair had shared more than this already, after all, and it could be fun.
He worked the button on his cargos free then slid down the zipper. He was already almost bursting out of his shorts. He unfastened the button on the front of them and pulled his cock free. He wasn’t as big as Damon, but he’d been told by several past lovers that he was still way above average. With two fingers he pulled his foreskin down, revealing his cockhead. Damon shifted forward a little.
“Now that’s a sight for sore eyes,” he said.
“You like it?” Rook asked as he began to slowly work the shaft. “You pretty much own it as this point.”
Damon licked his lips. “I do, and I do. Carry on. Don’t let me stop you.”
Rook gripped his pants with his free hand and worked them down to midthigh then turned his attention back to his cock. During the blow job he’d been so damn horny that he’d half expected to cum in his boxers. Somehow he’d managed to hold out, though, and he was now glad of it. He worked his cock slowly, building up the speed and pressure, his eyes locked on Damon, whose own gaze alternated between Rook’s and Rook’s cock.
Rook shuddered as he built the speed and had to stop himself from going for the quick come. That wouldn’t do. Having someone watch him jerk off fed the same thrill that he’d had outside the coffee shop that afternoon. Someone watching something he’d considered to be private, and maybe even taboo.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on that feeling, combining it with the sensations he’d had when Damon had fucked his mouth and throat. God, if he’d known how much fun it was to relinquish a little control, he’d have tried it years ago.
“This feels so good,” he said as he continued working his shaft, slowing when needed. “Having you watch me.”
“Yeah?” Damon moved on the sofa again. “How about now?”
Rook opened his eyes again to find Damon much closer. His face was mere inches from Rook’s cock, and the surprise nearly had him lose it there and then.
“Come for me, Rook,” Damon crooned. “Come in my mouth. Let me taste you on my tongue before I fuck you.”
Rook gasped as his stomach muscles tightened in readiness. He worked his cock harder and faster, working up to a crescendo, then cried out as he came hard. Damon’s mouth was wrapped around his cock a moment later, working out every last drop of cum. His tongue flickered across the head of Rook’s cock as he licked it clean. He pulled away again and started to remove his own pants.
“Bedroom. Now.”
Rook bent to pull his pants off completely then walked into the bedroom. Damon’s hands on his shoulders stopped him as he reached the open door. Damon closed the gap between their bodies, his hard cock nuzzling between Rook’s ass cheeks. His breath was against Rook’s ear a moment later.
“I’m going to fuck your brains out
,” he muttered. “And then, when I’m done, I’m going to do it again.”
It was all Rook could do not to whimper in response. Damon pushed against his shoulders, and he walked into the bedroom. The light flicked on a moment later, revealing a huge room furnished with beautiful, old furniture. Rook couldn’t tell if they were antiques or reproductions, but each one was a masterpiece.
In the middle of it all, on a thick carpet of red, sat a four-poster bed, complete with heavy drapes bundled and tied to the top canopy to allow access to the thick mattress. Unlike most beds, though, this one had a variety of cuffs and leather ties attached to both head and footboard. Now those, he wasn’t sure about.
Again Damon’s cock met Rook’s ass. “Get on the bed.”
He did as he was told, stripping out of his shirt on the way. He climbed onto the bed as Damon paced to a dresser on the other side of the room and pulled a small bottle from a drawer. He also pulled out a blindfold. Rook’s stomach clenched. That was another thing he hadn’t tried before, and he wasn’t certain he wanted to yet.
As he was figuring out a polite way to refuse it, Damon slid the blindfold back into the drawer.
“You’re not ready for that, yet.” He gestured to the bed. “Lie face down. No cuffs or anything. Promise.”
That, Rook was comfortable with. He got into position, the silk sheets caressing his already stiff cock as he lowered himself onto the bed. Damon appeared by his side so quickly that Rook jumped. Damon chuckled.
“You spook easily.”
Rook smirked as he propped his chin up on the backs of his hands. “Didn’t hear you moving.”
“Thick carpet.” Damon leaned down and kissed the back of Rook’s neck. “Just relax.”
Damon straightened to discard the rest of his clothing then climbed onto the bed, his knees on either side of Rook’s hips. Rook let out a long breath as, no more than an inch lower each time, Damon’s lips worked their way down Rook’s back. Fingers brushed over his skin at the same time, tracing the contours of his muscles as well as the outlines of his tattoos. Damon’s hard cock occasionally brushed against Rook’s back, too, but only accidentally. There was nothing rushed about the moment.
“Relax,” Damon whispered. “I’m not all about the fucking, you know.”
“That’s pretty clear, now,” Rook replied, his voice barely above a murmur.
“It wasn’t before?”
He turned back to look at Damon, who had paused in his work. “I was sure you could be like this. I just didn’t have any proof.”
Damon laughed and went back to his kissing. As he reached the midpoint of Rook’s back, he had to slide further down the bed, and Rook gasped softly as he felt Damon’s cock brush over his ass. God, he could barely wait till he was using it.
The lips returned and worked their way to the small of Rook’s back then just above his ass. The caressing fingers disappeared for a moment, to be replaced by the click of a lube bottle. Rook tensed for a moment then forced himself to relax again as slick, questing fingers slid between his cheeks and began to circle his asshole.
“How’s that?” Damon murmured.
“Incredible. Don’t ever stop.”
He chuckled softly. “I’ll only stop when you’re ready for the next step.”
The circling pressure increased a little, and Rook gasped as one, then two fingertips slid inside him. They moved back and forth, in then out again, as Damon massaged and searched. He pushed in a little further on each stroke, only pausing once to add a little more lube. As he pushed further inside, Rook groaned as he found the prostate and began to work the spot. Rook reached down toward his own cock, but Damon stopped him with his free hand.
“That’s my job.”
His hand slid under Rook’s body and wrapped around his cock and began slowly stroking in time with his actions on the prostate. Rook quickly felt the beginnings of an orgasm and tensed against it, but Damon had other ideas.
“Let it come. It won’t be your last.”
Rook did as he was told and relaxed, letting the sensations build until the moment came. He came hard, his fists clenching as he did. A hot wetness spread between him and the bedsheet, and Damon withdrew his hand.
“It’s about time I christened these sheets,” he said with a chuckle.
A moment later he pulled his fingers free, and Rook heard the click of the lube bottle again and braced himself for what was coming next. He’d already taken Damon’s cock before and remembered how big he was. Still, this time he couldn’t be more relaxed, and they were taking it slow.
Still, he jumped as he felt Damon’s cockhead push against his asshole. He was still loose from the fingers and orgasm, though, so there was less resistance than the time in the club. The pain was gone, and all that was left was the pleasure as Damon pushed his cock inside.
“You feel incredible,” Damon muttered, his breathing fast. “I’ll have to take my time, or I won’t last.”
His cock slid out entirely then pushed its way back inside Rook’s ass again. Damon repeated the motion several times before he started to increase the depth of the strokes.
“I’d almost forgotten how tight you were,” he groaned.
Inch by inch, he worked his way deeper inside until his balls slapped against Rook on every stroke. Rook could already feel his cock hardening again, despite it being barely three minutes since he came. Both of Damon’s hands were busy this time, though, so Rook reached down to his cock himself, sliding his fingers around his still sticky cockhead as Damon fucked his ass.
For what felt like an hour, Damon worked on Rook’s ass, filling him with his thick cock over and over. He alternated between leaning in to whisper into Rook’s ear and kiss his neck, and pulling back so he could work faster and harder. As soon as Rook got used to one, Damon would shift, leaving Rook fighting to not come again. Damon assured him that there would be many more orgasms that night, but Rook wanted each one to last.
Eventually the inevitable came, and Damon started to flag. His breathing was ragged now, and his strokes were faster and deeper. His hands were down on either side of Rook, and his fists clenched handfuls of silk sheet as he fought to hold on.
“Fuck me,” Rook said. “Fuck my tight ass, Damon.”
Damon grunted in response.
“Don’t fight it, let it come.” Rook started to rock his hips back and up in time with the strokes. “Take what you want.”
Damon almost whimpered at that, and his strokes sped further, his balls slapping against Rook’s ass.
“Fuck me, master,” Rook almost shouted. “Treat me like your whore. Fuck me hard and come where you please.”
Damon cried out at that and slammed his cock into Rook, pulling out just far enough to do it again. He sped up to a feverish pace then pulled his cock out and rolled Rook over so hard he nearly toppled off the bed. He opened his mouth to take Damon’s cum, the thick ropes of hot semen splattering against his lips and chin.
Rook was the first to speak after rolling onto his side to face Damon. “Well, that was intense.”
Damon rolled over and grinned. “Yeah, I’ve not had it that good in a long time.”
“Me, either,” Rook agreed. “You’re incredible.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” Damon rolled his neck until it cracked. “I guess the fact that we’re doing this in a relationship, rather than as a one-night thing, helps.”
Relationship? Rook froze for a moment, then fought for composure. “I guess so, yeah.”
Damon frowned. “What is it?”
“It’s nothing. Just that I’d not thought of it as a relationship, really.”
“Oh. Well, if you think I’m jumping the gun...It’s just that we seem to click. We share interests, we make each other laugh, the sex is, well, you were there.”
“No, I agree.” Rook ran a hand through his sweaty hair. “I just hadn’t really thought about it.”
The pair lay in silence, just sharing eye contact for a while. Rook�
��s guts lurched whenever the term relationship came up in his thinking, but the reaction lessened each time. Just shock. Damon seemed a little troubled, too, but it didn’t seem to be the same thing. Rook leant in and kissed him on the forehead.
“What’s up? You look like you’re about to give me some terrible news. You’re not a serial killer or anything, are you?”
Damon smirked and shook his head. “Not to my knowledge. It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
It was clear that something was troubling him, still, but Rook decided it could wait. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be that bad, and why ruin a great night?
“I’m glad.” Rook rolled onto his front. “Round two?”
Chapter Nine
Damon woke from a worried sleep to find Rook had already got up. From the sounds coming from the bathroom, he was showering, and from the wafts of sexual energy, he was also jerking off. Damon smirked and climbed out of bed and wandered into the kitchen.
Last night had been better than he’d had in years. As wonderful as that was, though, it created a dilemma. If it had been terrible, or merely average, if would have made life easier. After all, it’s much easier to lose a bad lover than a good one.
He flipped the coffee maker on and fiddled with a fresh filter. Last night he’d almost told Rook about his true nature. He’d been right on the edge and walked away instead of jumping. After all, if he’d freaked out, it would have ruined a wonderful night.
As it was now, Damon couldn’t take on any more sexual energy if he tried. He’d forgotten how much more potent the energy was when taken from a partner, rather than a stranger. It was like comparing dime-store coffee to a dark Jamaican roast. Speaking of...
He poured two coffees and left Rook’s next to the sugar bowl, since he didn’t know how he took it, and sipped at his own.
“I’ll have to test the water,” he muttered between sips.
He’d drop some hints in conversation, and if they were handled well, he’d tackle the big reveal in a few days. Relieved that he’d decided, he dropped onto the sofa and flipped the television on. As luck would have it, a documentary was playing on one of the channels, about the possible existence of demons in modern-day society.
