“Are you ready for me, a rún?” The whisper was lush with promise, and Damien nodded, biting into the meat of his hand as Sionn angled himself in. His hands covered Damien’s, wrapping his square-nailed fingers over Damie’s knuckles. “I’m going to take you now, Damie boy. You let me know if I hurt you. I can’t stand the thought of hurting you, love. I just want to make you feel… good.”
The burn returned, a searing almost too much to bear when Sionn pushed the rest of his cockhead into Damien’s body. Hissing, he took it, breathing in large mouthfuls of air and pushing out, knowing the rest of it would soon follow.
It did, and his breath left him, replaced by a surge of warmth and fullness.
The kisses along his shoulders were timed with each of Sionn’s slow, rocking thrusts. A slide of hard flesh out, and soft, warm lips would skim along his muscles, brief hummingbird dips of affection that were gone in the moment before Sionn would fill him again.
When Sionn said he was going to take his time, Damien had no idea of the lengths the man would take to prolong the torture. Each tingling brush of cock on his nerves was brief, canted to tease rather than hold Damien in a grip of pleasure.
He couldn’t tell how long they stayed together, Sionn curled up over him, his thighs bracketing Damie’s folded legs. Damie lost track of where he ended and Sionn began; the soft rustle of their bodies sliding apart then joining again became his entire world. The press of Sionn’s chest on his shoulder blades anchored him in place, and the heat of his legs on Damie’s hips kept him from losing control. Even the rub of his cock against the soft pillowcase was a sublime torment of bliss scented tart with raspberries and sweat.
At some point, they shifted, a keening of need suddenly building up between them. Sionn’s callused fingers found his dick, and Damien gasped at the roughness on his head, Sionn’s thumb finding the too-delicate slit with the edge of his nail.
“Come on, Irish.” He dropped his forehead to the bed, sweat dripping from his scalp and down his cheeks. “God, please. Fuck me.”
Sionn’s hips took up a brutal pace, each thrust matching Damien’s growling mewls for more. The sensations lurking inside him unfurled, expanding out to invade him nearly as much as Sionn’s cock filled his ass. If anything, the man was going deeper, grabbing at Damie’s core and shaking him down to his spine, leaving behind a lightning strike of crackling pleasure that barely had time to simmer before another followed.
It was too much for Damien to take, and he bucked, slamming his cock into Sionn’s grip. Wet from lube, the man’s palm covered his shaft, working into a steady beat Damien couldn’t match. Overwhelmed, he bent his shoulders and drank in the pounding, reveling in the slap of Sionn’s balls against his and the stretch of his taint by the man’s thick cock.
The storm in him exploded, its fury hitting him in a torrential downpour. His entire body released, pouring out his climax through his cock and then his nerves, shaking him apart into little pieces. Still, Sionn continued to thrust into him, pounding through Damien’s pleasure, riding its crest to find his own relief.
Damien cried out, his cock trapped in the clench of Sionn’s hand as he was milked dry. His ass tightened, enough of a pull on Sionn’s dick to send him over the edge, and a rush of intense heat filled Damien’s cleft, the rush of Sionn’s seed trapped in a fold of oiled latex.
The tired hit him hard. Replete and worn out, his thighs suddenly ached, and the tightness in his ass became a press of fatigue along the hips. Sionn pulled free, leaving Damie as slowly as he’d entered. Damien remained in place, hunched over a come-splattered pillow, too weary to do anything more than wish he could move. Every inch of him throbbed, and his release still resonated through him, tiny shockwaves of pleasure singing beneath his skin.
He barely heard Sionn dispose of the condom, then shivered at the touch of a cloth reaching to wipe away the mess of their sex. Strong hands lifted him up, rolling him over until he could stretch out his aching legs. Those same hands worked out the kinks in his thighs, the tongue that had skimmed the sweat from his spine now touching the part of his lips, sinking him into a long, passionate kiss.
“I think you broke me,” Damien finally gasped.
“Couldn’t have, Damie love,” Sionn rumbled. “I’ve got plans for you later that need you being whole.”