Dami and Jen go all BDSM on me
"You're as bad as your father," Jen whispered softly as he ran his hand over Damian's bare ass.
Dami grimaced in distaste while still pushing his backside up into Jen's touch. "Can we please leave my father out of this? And if you ever try to beat me as hard as Dad does Mark I'm going to sit on your head."
"Promises promises," the amusement in Jen's voice was clear. Dami sighed and wished that Jen would just get on with it. His cock was pressing stiff and hard between Jen's slightly spread thighs as he lay naked over his boyfriend's lap, and his balls were tight and high with anticipation. He shifted a little to get comfortable, spreading his own legs so the first blow would be sure to hit his scrotum, then wriggled as Jen continued caressing his butt cheeks instead of spanking him liked he'd promised. Long slender fingers strayed down into his crack, ghosting over his virgin hole.
"One day," Jen murmured, his voice deep and husky now, "I'm going to stick my cock right here . . . " He pressed against Dami's untried pucker.
"Yeah, yeah," Dami near growled, "And one day I'm going to do the same to you. Would you get *on* with it?" It was a familiar discussion, one they'd had before when they started getting serious about being with each other. Jen had been quite suprised to discover that Dami hadn't automatically assumed that Jen would be the bottom and Dami the top - that it might indeed be the other way around, or they'd switch, and that Dami was quite happy with any combination that Jen cared to think of.
Even this.
The first blow, when it came, was hard and fast and stinging. Damian cried out and pushed his naked bottom up into it, the skin of his ass and balls stinging, his whole body anticipating the next strike. Which never came.
"Jen!" He whined loudly, only to have Jen shush him as his boyfriend resumed caressing his ass cheeks.
"Shhhh, baby," Jen's voice was still low and husky. "You'll wake your fathers."
"Don't care," Dami was still whining. "Want more."
Jen's fingers delved down into his ass crack again, pushing harder against his hole, making Dami yelp in pain.
"Jen," he said shakily and not just because of the pain. "I-if you're going to do *that* . . . you need lube." The *that* was laden with more meaning that just "if you're going to stick your finger in my ass" - Dami was wondering if Jen had decided that tonight was the night they were going to fuck for the first time. They'd done pretty much everything else together - kissing and snuggling and heavy petting and handjobs and blowjobs - but they'd talked about it and realised that they both regarded actual *fucking* (or 'love-making' as Dami insisted on calling it, more to see Jen's cute nose screw up in disgust than anything) as something a bit more serious and special that they could save for when they were a bit older. But maybe not . . .
All of a sudden Jen removed his fingers from their tentative probing of Dami's hole and slid his hand down Dami's thigh reassuringly. "No, it's okay . . . " And then Jen's hand smacked onto Dami's bottom unexpectedly, making him yelp. And then squeal and moan and cry out as the first blow was followed by more in quick, stinging, rhythmic succession. Dami's cock was hard and throbbing and he was trying to hump between Jen's thighs to get friction. Jen helpfully pushed his legs together and Dami groaned as they clamped around his cock and he could rub against them in earnest. The spanking didn't stop until Jen felt the hot liquid of Dami's come spurting against his inner thighs and Dami fell, limp and exhausted, across his lap. Dami's ass stung, his balls were on fire and drained all at once, and his dick lay stickily between the warm embrace of Jen's legs. He could feel Jen's own erection pushing at his hip through the soft knit of Jen's boxers. He was just about to move to his knees and start nuzzling at the hot, hard shaft when a voice called out to them from the hallway.
"I'm glad you're having fun, boys," It was Mark, his tone affectionate and amused, "But if you could keep it down now? Keith's just come in from work, and I need to be up early for a double shift tomorrow . . . . and really, any empassioned moaning right now should be coming from me."
Dami snorted. Typical Mark. He could never pass up the opportunity for a lewd remark.
Fumbling around on the floor for something, Dami slid down between his boyfriend's thighs anyway - he wasn't going to pass up a treat like this just because Mark wanted sleep. Or sex. Or whatever. Dami *loved* Jen's cock, and Jen was still shy enough about sharing it that Dami took every chance at it that he could get. Jen moaned as Dami nuzzled his hard length through his boxers, and Dami took the opportunity to reach up and shove a sweaty sports sock into Jen's mouth to keep him quiet. Jen yelped through the material but his cock leapt and hardened more. Dami grinned to himself - he wasn't the only one who enjoyed a bit of submission now and then.
Dami grimaced in distaste while still pushing his backside up into Jen's touch. "Can we please leave my father out of this? And if you ever try to beat me as hard as Dad does Mark I'm going to sit on your head."
"Promises promises," the amusement in Jen's voice was clear. Dami sighed and wished that Jen would just get on with it. His cock was pressing stiff and hard between Jen's slightly spread thighs as he lay naked over his boyfriend's lap, and his balls were tight and high with anticipation. He shifted a little to get comfortable, spreading his own legs so the first blow would be sure to hit his scrotum, then wriggled as Jen continued caressing his butt cheeks instead of spanking him liked he'd promised. Long slender fingers strayed down into his crack, ghosting over his virgin hole.
"One day," Jen murmured, his voice deep and husky now, "I'm going to stick my cock right here . . . " He pressed against Dami's untried pucker.
"Yeah, yeah," Dami near growled, "And one day I'm going to do the same to you. Would you get *on* with it?" It was a familiar discussion, one they'd had before when they started getting serious about being with each other. Jen had been quite suprised to discover that Dami hadn't automatically assumed that Jen would be the bottom and Dami the top - that it might indeed be the other way around, or they'd switch, and that Dami was quite happy with any combination that Jen cared to think of.
Even this.
The first blow, when it came, was hard and fast and stinging. Damian cried out and pushed his naked bottom up into it, the skin of his ass and balls stinging, his whole body anticipating the next strike. Which never came.
"Jen!" He whined loudly, only to have Jen shush him as his boyfriend resumed caressing his ass cheeks.
"Shhhh, baby," Jen's voice was still low and husky. "You'll wake your fathers."
"Don't care," Dami was still whining. "Want more."
Jen's fingers delved down into his ass crack again, pushing harder against his hole, making Dami yelp in pain.
"Jen," he said shakily and not just because of the pain. "I-if you're going to do *that* . . . you need lube." The *that* was laden with more meaning that just "if you're going to stick your finger in my ass" - Dami was wondering if Jen had decided that tonight was the night they were going to fuck for the first time. They'd done pretty much everything else together - kissing and snuggling and heavy petting and handjobs and blowjobs - but they'd talked about it and realised that they both regarded actual *fucking* (or 'love-making' as Dami insisted on calling it, more to see Jen's cute nose screw up in disgust than anything) as something a bit more serious and special that they could save for when they were a bit older. But maybe not . . .
All of a sudden Jen removed his fingers from their tentative probing of Dami's hole and slid his hand down Dami's thigh reassuringly. "No, it's okay . . . " And then Jen's hand smacked onto Dami's bottom unexpectedly, making him yelp. And then squeal and moan and cry out as the first blow was followed by more in quick, stinging, rhythmic succession. Dami's cock was hard and throbbing and he was trying to hump between Jen's thighs to get friction. Jen helpfully pushed his legs together and Dami groaned as they clamped around his cock and he could rub against them in earnest. The spanking didn't stop until Jen felt the hot liquid of Dami's come spurting against his inner thighs and Dami fell, limp and exhausted, across his lap. Dami's ass stung, his balls were on fire and drained all at once, and his dick lay stickily between the warm embrace of Jen's legs. He could feel Jen's own erection pushing at his hip through the soft knit of Jen's boxers. He was just about to move to his knees and start nuzzling at the hot, hard shaft when a voice called out to them from the hallway.
"I'm glad you're having fun, boys," It was Mark, his tone affectionate and amused, "But if you could keep it down now? Keith's just come in from work, and I need to be up early for a double shift tomorrow . . . . and really, any empassioned moaning right now should be coming from me."
Dami snorted. Typical Mark. He could never pass up the opportunity for a lewd remark.
Fumbling around on the floor for something, Dami slid down between his boyfriend's thighs anyway - he wasn't going to pass up a treat like this just because Mark wanted sleep. Or sex. Or whatever. Dami *loved* Jen's cock, and Jen was still shy enough about sharing it that Dami took every chance at it that he could get. Jen moaned as Dami nuzzled his hard length through his boxers, and Dami took the opportunity to reach up and shove a sweaty sports sock into Jen's mouth to keep him quiet. Jen yelped through the material but his cock leapt and hardened more. Dami grinned to himself - he wasn't the only one who enjoyed a bit of submission now and then.