*** Warning: Mature Content ***

The kiss is gentle at first, but then his tongue slips into my mouth, exploring, taunting.  I haven't done this for so long that my body awakens immediately, and I'm fully erect, every inch of my skin painfully sensitive to his touch. My fingers clench his forearms. I must be hurting him, but I can sense him smile.

"You're sweet." He breaks the kiss, frees himself and puts his hands on my chest, forcing me down on my back.

"Relax," he whispers. "Let me do it."

"Do what?" My breath is heavy already. "I want to..."

"You don't know what you want," he murmurs, tucking his long hair behind his ear. Then he dives down and whispers in my ear, "But I do."

His tongue and lips move down my neck in an elaborate pattern of licks and kisses that set my skin on fire. I grab at him, but he avoids my hands and shifts down to my chest. His lips close around my nipple, first sucking gently, then pressing together, making me arch my back in pain and pleasure. His fingers travel downward, tracing the outlines of my abdomen, of the insides of my thighs, infuriatingly avoiding my aching erection. I grab his hair in an instinctive attempt to push his head down.

"No," he whispers, his hot breath against my skin almost pushing me over the edge. "Keep your hands under your head."

I obey, unclenching my fingers, and then try to let him have his way, but the sensations are too strong to keep still. His lips and fingers explore my skin, playing me like a musical instrument, licking, touching and kissing in all the places that ache to be licked, touched and kissed. It's as if he knows my desires before I'm even aware of them, making me react to his every touch. He's good. He's more than good. It's never felt like this. It was always quick and to the point with the whores I've been with. But he was called the Whore Prince, wasn't he? They don't give such names for nothing.

Once his fingers reach my dick, I lose control. I grab him by the shoulders and flip him over so that he's lying on his back while I loom over him, my weight on my elbows, breathing heavily. I can feel his erection against my stomach. His eye gleam in the dark, his lips open, inviting a kiss.

"I want you," I growl. "I want you."

"No," he breathes out. "We don't have...oil or anything...you're too big. No."

I groan in frustration.

"I can use my hands," he whispers. "It will be even better. Trust me."

His apt hand travels down again, but I lace my fingers through his, stopping him, and then wrap my other hand around his erection. He gasps in surprise, and then exhales sharply as I begin to move my fist up and down. I have never done this to another man, but it feels right, and the look of his eyes clouding with lust is probably the most arousing thing I have ever seen. I'm not as skilled as he is, but I want to make him feel good. I can see it's working. His eyes now closed, his head turns from side to side, his hair a golden mess on my makeshift pillow, his mouth open in a silent gasp until I close it with a kiss. My hand keeps moving and I grind myself against him, seeking my release.

"Wait," he gasps, and puts his hands on my chest. "All right...all right. I want to do it." In one swift motion, he turns underneath me, presenting me his back and his perfect round buttocks. "Use your spittle. Come on. I want this. I want you inside."

"Are you sure?" He nods, and my fingers go to my mouth and then down, wet with saliva. He tenses and gasps when first finger slips in, and I do it slowly and gently, trying to prepare him without hurting him. By the time two fingers are inside, he's moaning, thrusting to meet the movements of my hand. I don't think I can take this much longer. I add more saliva, and then I place myself between his legs. I press slowly and begins to slide inside. He gasps, and his body stiffens.

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah," he breathes out. "Oh, Bruno. Damn it, Bruno. Slowly. Oh. Ahhh."

His words dissolve into meaningless blabber as we begin to move in unison, picking up pace. I try to hold back, but as I go deeper with every thrust, his reactions become more and more erratic. The heat of his skin against mine, the smell of dust in his hair, the insane sensation of the two of us being one—everything mixes into one crazy, unearthly experience.

I can't go much longer, so I reach underneath him and wrap my fingers around his dick. He gasps, then thrusts against my fist. It only takes a couple of strokes until he cries out and arches underneath me, and I feel warm liquid on my fingers. I growl and thrust a few more times, as deep as I can go, and the release hits me like a wave, and then there's nothing but a total, absolute bliss.

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