Alaric
My hips rocked down onto his fingers, chasing the stretch, the fullness, and the relentless pressure on my prostate.
Steam wrapped around us like a cocoon, sealing us in a private world of heat and need. The bamboo forest rustled softly, indifferent to my broken moans.
Nico kissed me again, slower this time but no less intense. Every kiss from him mimicked the thrust of his fingers. He pumped them deeper, faster, twisting his wrist to open me wider.
My hole fluttered around the intrusion and I felt the hot slick down my thighs while taking everything he gave.
Pleasure built in waves, each one higher than the last and I felt my body shaking in response to it.
My cock throbbed painfully, begging for him to take me in his hand but Nico paid no attention to it and instead he focused entirely on wrecking my hole.
"Tell me you want my cock," he demanded, lips brushing mine. "Say it, Alaric."
I whimpered, my head falling back. "I… I want it. Fuck, Nico, I want your cock."
