Slip the Leash
Title: Slip the Leash
Author: ahaw9913
Timeline: 104's flashback to 103
Warning: pwp
Rating: uh, I did say pwp, so NC-17
Betas: Thank you to notreallyme10 and noteverything for all your help.
This is a cross-post from my IJ. This is for happier_bunny, cause she likes pornsaid Here that someone should write this, so I gave it a shot.
He thinks I feel challenged and threatened by his little game at Babylon tonight. Not really, the two tricks would have been hot, but now I have a good excuse to slip the leash off my animal side. I've been thinking about it since that first night when, as fucked up as I was, I tried to be careful and go slow so the fucking kid wouldn't be traumatized. I’ve been thinking about how he begged for more, even though I knew he wasn’t ready. What would happen if I give him everything he is asking for? I've been wondering if the kid would freak out or if he would let himself drown in the heat and sweat and come. I think he’ll eat it the fuck up. That's really why he's here.
As I move onto the bed and he presses against me, the smell of him assaults me, sweat and soap, cheap shampoo and weed. It makes my mouth water and slicks my tongue as I attack his mouth. Licking and biting those soft lips he’s right there with me.
He might have been a virgin before me, but he knows how to use his mouth. He's sucking my tongue like a dick, flicking the tip with his, moans gusting into my mouth making me want to climb inside him. Kissing him is more that just a prelude to something better.
Kissing him can make me forget that there is anything else other than his mouth, his tongue, and his lips. I've had blowjobs that didn't make me as hot as his kiss. But tonight with his hard dick pressed against me, all plea and demand, I know kissing and hand jobs are not all that either of us wants.
With one last lick I pull my tongue from his clinging lips and push him down on his belly, kneeling over him, grinding hard, with my hard cock riding the crease of his ass, my precome pooling in the small of his back. Condom in place, I pull him to his knees, smear my fingers through my mess and fill that hungry mouth. I gnaw my way along his spine, ending up with my cockhead pressing for entrance and my mouth at his ear, “Open your ass for me. I'm going to fuck you so hard...tell me if it hurts...too much."
He moans long and low as I pull my hand from his mouth and open his hole with my wet fingers. With his face buried in the bed, and his hands holding his asscheeks open, the head of my dick presses in and I have to fight the urge to come right then. Fuck, no other ass has this effect on me, and when he groans out "God...hurts, uh, yeah...deeper" I almost lose it again. Gathering myself, I feel his hand on my thigh telling me he is ready, and I start working my dick deeper and deeper into his amazing ass.
Christ, this kid was made to take cock. I've never had anyone so young take it like him, and I can tell by his groans and whimpers that he fucking loves it. After pounding his ass with every inch of my dick, I feel him start to shake and know he's getting close. Reaching down, I give his neglected cock a couple of strokes and he is pumping his come into my hand, gasping into the sheets. This spurs my own orgasm, so I pull out, rip off the condom, flip him over, kneel over his belly and using the hand full of his come, pump pulse after pulse over his flushed, sweaty chest.
I feel his hands on my thighs steadying me as I lose the ability to hold my head up and groan my pleasure to the ceiling. Looking back down, the sight of him marked by my come makes my softening dick start to harden again. I can’t resist gliding my wet hand over his chest, licking him and my hand clean, and moving up to his mouth to share. I lick his lips and as he opens his mouth to touch his tongue to mine, I let a rope of our come slide from my mouth to his, following it with my tongue to taste it inside his mouth. His tongue tangles with mine, moaning as he grabs my ass and pulls me in.
I can’t believe this kid. He has taken everything I've thrown at him so far, and is begging for more. I'm beginning to think there might not be anything that he wouldn't be up for, and that scares me almost as much as it turns me on. But, as I lay here still buzzing and horny, trying to keep some of my weight off of him, I realize that I am not scared enough to not come back for more. I'm too much of a greedy bastard to not find out how deep this well of courage and curiosity runs in the kid. And I guess if he is going to be hanging around anyway, I might as well stop thinking of him as the kid and start thinking of him as Justin.