One time thing


He opens the bedroom door quietly; half awake, stumbling slightly. He has been away on business for the past week and is eagerly awaiting his lover’s sinister touch, wanting to melt within it The man cautiously snakes his hand through the partially opened door; toward his left and scrapes his hand on the surface of the wall searching for the familiar catch of the light switch but is caught off guard when the light does not click on. Shocked and a little scared he opens the door wider and slips into the room. The man’s ears are accosted with hints of a slow classic jazz song in the background, casually intensifying the atmosphere of the room he now has entered. As he stands in the doorway, his blue eyes widen, captivated; breathe catching, as he takes in the erotic sight before him.  

The room is smothered in meticulously placed candles of the palest white, encircling the room as if it was an alter for a god. Their flames ghost a caressing radiance across the floor and upon the walls, bouncing mischievously in the mirrored surface of the large vanity on the far side of the room, giving the room a mysterious ambiance. He closes his eyes, absorbing the mixture of scents; recognizing hints of cloves and lavender sprinkled in with vanilla smell from the candles. The man flutters his lashes open, breathing deeply, longingly. He begins focusing his stare at the hypnotic playful flicker of the flames, losing himself within them. After what seems like forever, he eventually shifts his gaze in the direction of the bed, intent on locating his lover. He fixes his eyes on the king size silk covered divan. He notices the bedding is of a different color. The sheets are a darker hue of blue than normal, navy, almost, he thinks, for the light in the room is not adequate enough for him to tell. The bed normally filled with his lover’s enticing body is empty; he frowns. His vision rests on the pillow where a shadowed item is nestled. The man is unable to recognize the silhouetted form; so he moves on. His eyes skirt down the bedding, breath hitches as he takes in the sight of the small bracelet like cuffs at the end of a short piece of leather, which are attached to the cast-iron frame at the corners of the bed, by a small metallic ring. The man swallows with difficulty as he pictures the cuffs fastened tightly around his ankles, securing him, keeping him still, and bruising his elegant skin. Once again he allows his eyes a break from the tantalizing view and closes them. He worries his bottom lip with anticipation.  

The man cannot believe his lover is actually going to go through with it. They had talked about it over the phone not more than two days ago and decided against it, yet tonight; tonight something had changed his lover’s mind. The man rubs his hands up and down his inner thighs and smoothes one across his crotch, feeling the heat rise within him. He opens his blue-hued orbs and makes his way gracefully toward the bed. Upon reaching his goal, he slowly lowers one hand and glides it across the silky oasis. When he approaches the leather cuff his hand lingers above it, sending clear and unambiguous images into his mind, teasing him with thoughts of future pleasure, erotica, ecstasy.  

He watches from the far corner of the enormous candlelit bedroom. He knew that his lover would be unaware of his presence once the view of the bed captured his attention. He observes the other man roam his elegant hands over his muscular thighs, barely touching his covered cock. He unconsciously licks his lips, running his tongue over and over them as he feels himself fill with passion. He notices the rays of light enhancing the golden mane, circling his face like a ready-made halo. A soft moan escapes his mouth when the man’s eyes fall upon his lover’s teeth worrying over reddened luscious lips. He inspects his lover’s taut body as the other man begins moving toward the bed. The watcher quietly, slowly stalks across the soft supple carpeting, encroaching upon the man nearing the bed. As he moves closer, he removes a long black scarf from the back of his pants; he folds it mechanically, playing with its frilled edges. His breath hitches when he notices his lover’s hand linger over the leather cuffs, mind now filled with vivid images of them making rough uninhibited love.

He places one knee upon the bed trying desperately for a better look at the item at the head of the bed. His movements are halted by the familiar sensation of his lover’s hand on his back, staying him.

“Shhh…” he whispers. He continues running his hand up and down the other man’s shirt covered back.

The man arches into his lover’s scorching touch.  

“Take off your clothes Josh,” he commands.

Josh slides his leg off the bed and gently places it on the ground. He painstakingly pulls his shirt up over his head baring a long trim torso and tight muscular stomach. Nipples erect, he smoothes his slender fingers over the top of them, pinching, teasing. Josh slides his hands down the expanse of his lean stomach, trapping his fingers in the curly dark hair surrounding his navel. He dips his digit into the shallow crevice, teasing the sensitive edges.  

The watcher eagerly awaits Josh’s move, but realizes quickly his lover is going to slow. “Hurry it up,” the other whispers, need dripping from his voice, petting the bared skin stretched over a muscular back.

Josh smiles to himself as he works his hand underneath the waistband of his loose fitting designer pants, which are bedazzled with a variety of rhinestones, harnessing and then reflecting the rays of the candlelight onto the darker bed coverings. Josh traces the rim of the pants with one delicate finger before inching his way inside, gripping his quickly hardening cock with a needful grasp.

“Faster,” the man breathes.

“Ummm,” Josh groans as he continues to fondle himself, confused at Justin’s instructions. He begins stroking himself at a quicker pace hoping that he is satisfying his lover’s wants. The older man slightly tips his head back and rolls his hips into his fist, licking already red and need-swollen lips. “Unnnn, yeah, Justin, like that, mmmm….”

Justin stands in silence watching his lover’s back arch as his hand moves up and down, movements stunted by the designer jeans. The watcher runs a shaking hand though the tight blond curls adorning his head, debating on his next course of action, fighting an internal battle, what’s right, what’s wrong. He slowly closes his eyes and turns his head gently. Upon reopening his azure orbs, he is captivated. Captivated by the multitude of images, images of his lover sexing his hand, images repeated over and over within the confines of the vanity’s mirrors. Justin coyly smiles and again reaches a hand out to touch the soft seemingly god like form in front of him.  

When the pads of his fingertips brush erotically against the slightly slick skin, the heat of his lover’s body radiates into him, raging through him like a runaway tidal wave, devouring his inner being and immediately connecting them, joining them with only a single fiery touch; he drops the blindfold. His once half erect cock is now full as the blood rushes quickly without pause into the heated organ and instantly readies itself for the inevitable night of pure bliss.  

Justin can feel the need manipulate itself within Josh’s body, can sense it, response unconsciously to it. The younger lover knows what to do to release his lover from its clutches. He reaches and grips the hem of his polo shirt and quickly releases himself from his unwanted confines. Justin steals a glance once more into the vanity’s surface. While watching Josh entices and tease his body, Justin unbuttons his tight fitting jeans and meticulously liberates his cock from their binding control. He steps closer to the enticing creature; placing his hands onto willowy hips and then sliding them downward trapping Josh’s hand; stopping his actions.

“Take them off Josh, I want to see all of your beauty,” Justin purrs into a freshly bared ear. “I want to see and feel all of you.”

Josh carefully and timidly pulls his hand free from his pants, feeling the additional pressure from Justin’s hands on his groin leave him. The brunette unbuttons his jeans and slowly pulls the zipper down. He feels Justin’s breath quicken against his pale elegant neck causing him to gasp.  

“Please, Josh, hurry.” Justin’s soft voice sounds desperate, wanton. Josh instantly obliges his lover and he quickly removes his pants. “Step out of them, baby.”

Josh moves like liquid out of the fallen clothing. He whimpers when Justin’s hands once again encircle his waist, skin sensitive, falling back hard against his boyfriend’s chest, nuzzling his lips onto Justin’s strong jaw line, feeling the other man’s hard phallus rub between his ass cheeks; he moans.  

Justin slides his hands up Josh’s chest, stopping at each burning nipple only briefly. One hand travels back downward while the other continues until it reaches the sharp angle of Josh’s chin. Justin grabs the chin hard and forces Josh’s gaze toward their reflection within the vanity mirrors. “Look at you,” he orders, “look how beautiful you are.” He places a number of small kisses on his brunette lover’s exposed neck. “See how perfect we are, together. We’re made for each other.” He continues his assault, “Can you see how perfect and beautiful we are together?”

Josh stares at their images and nods his head. He momentarily closes his eyes, “yes, Justin. We are beautiful.” He pauses, opening his eyes once more, locking his gaze with Justin’s in the mirror, “We are meant to be.”

“Yeeesss, baby,” the blond man whispers. He hugs the brunette from behind tightly, trying to feel more as one. “I love you,” he pauses once more, “I don’t know if… if I could live without you here with me.”

“Justin,” Josh whimpers.

“Shhh… listen.” He nibbles the brunette’s shoulder while he continues his words. “I would do anything for you. Anything you ask as long as I’m able to stay with you, to love you. Even this…”

“Justin,” the brunette’s voice a shadow of its normal self.  

“I will give you what you want. I will do as you wish, but… but remember this… it’s a one time thing. I will not do it again.”

“You… you don’t have to, Justin. I won’t make you…”

Justin slides his hand over Josh’s lips, quieting him. “Kneel on the bed Josh.”

“Jus…”

“Kneel on the bed,” the younger man’s voice became louder, demanding to be adhered to. He untangles his arms from his lover’s form and gently guides Josh onto the bed forcing him forward. The older brunette gracefully crawls onto the bed and kneels, per Justin’s instructions, waiting for further commands. There is a brief gap in their connection before Josh feels Justin get up on the bed behind him. The blond presses his chest against the brunette’s back feeling the tremors rippling through his older lover’s body. Justin grasps the makeshift blindfold, which he picked up from the ground, tightly in his hands as he once again contemplates what he is about to do. He places his free hand on the small of Josh’s back, comforting him. “Don’t be scared, Josh.” Justin reaches around the slim man’s form and draws the blindfold forward, trapping the steel blue eyes underneath it, catching strands of loose hair.

“Ju..Justin,” Josh breathes out. “What is this?”

“Shhh… trust me?”

“Yes.”

The younger man leaves Josh while he retrieves the article at the head of the bed. He unbuckles the black diamond studded leather collar as he returns to his heated lover. “Just a couple more things, baby,” Justin purrs, “then you’ll be ready.”

“Yes.”

Justin once again reaches around the unsuspecting man and wraps the leather collar around Josh’s slender neck; the brunette flinches. A perfect fit. He threads one end into the buckle and pulls it tight, eliciting another small mewl from his partner. Justin inserts the metal throngs into their corresponding holes and locks the collar in place. He moves his hands under the blind man’s chin pulling him close against his chest. “Perfect,” he mumbles into Josh’s ear. He grudgingly lets his lover go.

Justin places his hand on Josh’s shoulder, running it downward and into the deep sensitive cleft of Josh’s ass, turning his head toward the vanity once more. “So beautiful.” He pauses. “I… I want you to know one thing baby.”

“Yes.”  

“I never want to hurt you,” he again pauses. “Never,” he whispers. “But if I do, please, forgive me.”

Josh turns around, still kneeling. He blindly searches for Justin’s face. The blond grasps the lost hands and places them on his face, relishing the touch; yearning for it. The brunette pulls their faces closer together; guiding their lips to match perfectly and gently tenderly kisses his younger lover. “I will,” he says as he draws away from Justin.

Justin nods his head, knowing his lover would not see it. “Turn around,” he commands once more.

Josh resettles himself on the soft plush bed, knees sinking and patiently waits. He feels Justin’s calloused hands on his left ankle pulling it towards the side of the bed, spreading him, forcing him onto his hands for balance. The brunette then suffers the sensation of the soft bite of the leather cuff; he shakes with anticipation. The same actions are affectionately completed for both ankles, constraining his legs apart, opening his body for his lover. Josh is leaning heavily on his forearms, unable to find comfort in any other position. The pull of his ankles causes his muscles to scream, for they are not use to this unnatural position; he trembles. However, when he feels a warm hand caress his back and soft kisses on his the flesh of his ass; he calms.

“So hot.” Josh hears Justin’s words and whimpers. The younger man wets his lips at the tempting sight in front of him. He closes his eyes as he lets his wondering fingers memorize the soft skin and taut muscles of his lover. Justin’s hands grip Josh’s slender hips and pulls the captured man back toward him and the foot of the bed. Josh nearly screams, back arches and his head snaps back, as the movement makes his legs spread wider, causing his muscles to burn even more, displaying his pinkish hole for Justin.

Josh fists the sheets into his hands and pulls himself forward to relieve some of the strain on his hips and thighs; and to his surprise, Justin allows this action. The brunette breaths come quicker and quicker anticipating his younger lover’s next move, waiting. Waiting for the inevitable thrust of Justin’s cock into his open body, but it did not come; he still waits.  

Justin moves from the bed and into their closet. When he exits, he is carrying two additional cuffs with longer lengths of leather in his hands. He moves slowly across the bedroom and climbs up onto the bed in front of Josh. Josh shifts his weight and slowly lifts his chin in the direction of Justin. “Justin,” he whimpers.

“Shhhh… I need to fix something before I continue.” He tenderly grasps his lover’s chin, rubbing his thumb along the strong angle of Josh’s jaw line. “Ready?”

Josh shakes his head. “Wait,” he whispers softly.  

Justin sits back for a moment waiting for Josh. He sees his lover nod his head, giving him the go ahead. The younger man reaches forward and grasps tightly one of Josh’s arms, pulling it forward, causing the brunette to fall forward. Justin wraps, quickly, one end of a cuff around the wrist before the older man could free it. Justin pulls the cuff extremely tight allowing the buckle to pinch into Josh’s bare wrist bring about a low hiss from Josh’s lips. He ties the leather end of the cuff around the headboard securing the arm above Josh’s head; the brunette nearly panics as his last means of escape is taken from him. Justin feels the tremors coming from his lover body, but does not let it stop him; without a word he does the same to the brunette’s other wrist. Justin allows only an inkling of slack for Josh to use, but that’s it, nothing more.

The young lover slides off the bed and returns to his original position at the foot of it. He again pulls Josh closer toward the edge, using up the slack in the older man’s bindings. Josh moans at the numbing pain running through his legs and arms, tears threatening. The position Justin now has him in, causes a soft arch in his back and pushes his hips slightly forward. His legs are spread, knees bent nearly ninety degrees, exposing his small puckered opening to it’s fullest; he quivers.

“That’s better,” Justin muses. He runs his hands over the spread mound in front of him, squeezing each side, admiring this new view. Justin leisurely swivels his head toward the vanity mirror, tilting his head and leaning his chin upon his shoulder cap. He takes a deep breath as he watches Josh move painstakingly within the tight restraints, noticing the almost angelic appearance of his lover brought about by the glimmering candles. Had it not been for the brutal leather straps engulfing the lean white body’s wrist and ankles the setting is nearly serene.  

Justin walks deliberately toward the large vanity, still entranced by the multitude of images of his boyfriend, he haphazardly pulls open a draw and takes out a container of lubricant. He stares at the container within his hand and then looks back over his shoulder, he sighs. The young lover makes he way back in the direction of the bed, taking up his position behind Josh. He casually sets the lubricant on the edge of the bed and reaches for the supple ample mound of muscle in front of him.  

He massages Josh’s buttocks. Justin is rewarded with a long drawn out moan from the brunette, then feels Josh press his butt backward, encouraging Justin’s actions. The younger man kneels down behind Josh’s spread body and places his hands on the trim hips, pulling them once again to the edge of the mattress. Josh’s body tenses as the strain on his muscles, ankles and wrists intensify, he whimpers.

“Shh…” Justin encourages, “relax.” The younger man moves his hands from the brunette’s hips and over trembling thighs, stopping when he reaches the top of his lover’s knees, then slowly inches them back up. He gets up onto the bed and maneuvers his larger frame on the edge, folding his long legs underneath him. Justin puts his large encompassing hands on Josh’s waist; sitting up and leaning forward over the top of the restrained man, allowing his hard phallus to press against Josh’s aperture. He places a soft kiss between the protruding shoulder blades as he grinds his hips.  

Josh arches his back upon feeling Justin’s cock on him, teasing him, and pinches his shoulders together when Justin’s wet soft lips make contact. “Ummm…Jus… Justin.” The younger man ignores Josh’s words and continues leaving kiss on his lover’s taut back, savoring the taste. Justin sucks hard at the area separating Josh’s neck and shoulder, biting, leaving a small strawberry bruise. He then laps at the raw area, causing Josh to moan and writhe underneath his solid weight. “Mmmm… sugah…” Josh turns his head hoping to find Justin lips and he does. The blond chastely places a small kiss on the older man’s lips before returning to his assault on the sensitive skin of his lover’s back. He rubs his hands up and down Josh’s sides soothing the brunette, readying him. Justin moves down the exposed spine, over every ridge, gliding his tongue across the narrow expanse, leaving a wet trail behind. Josh growls at the sensation and as much as his restraints would allow, pushes his hips forward, begging with his body, offering his lover his prize.  

“Yeah, baby,” Justin’s breath hitches. “You want this so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes…” the word barely audible. “Please, sugah,” wincing at the ache in his muscles and the bite of the cuffs.

“Mmmm, yeah. So fucking beautiful,” Justin hisses placing his hands on the brunette’s ass and eases the soft flesh apart. The younger man pushes Josh’s body away from him, giving him some room on the divan. He maneuvers the older man where he wants him and begins kissing the heated flesh of Josh’s ass, the brunette gasps. The blond licks and nibbles every inch of the exposed writhing area, relishing the taste and feel of his lover’s skin touching his tongue. Justin pulls away briefly and then dives back in this time running the tip of his tongue gently around the sensitive edge of Josh’s impassioned entrance. He pulls away again, watching the puckered hole tighten and loosen, watching his lover’s body undulate and quiver, watching their images within the mirror; confirming their perfection.  

Justin shudders, not wanting to continue, not wanting to hurt his baby, his lover, his soul mate.

The brunette realizes Justin has stopped and he tries turning his head. “Jus…” he takes a deep breath, “Jus..tin. Why? Why’d you… you stop?”

The blond reaches out and ghosts his fingers over the marks he left on Josh’s white flesh, wincing at the sight. “I… I don’t want to hurt you…”

“Please, Jus…” he breaths in again. “You… you won’t hurt me. I trust you. I trust you won’t hurt me.”

“Baby,” Justin pauses, “that’s just it. I don’t trust myself.”

Josh pulls at his restraints, desperate to embrace his lover, frustrated because he can’t. “Justin… I trust you. You don’t have to do this if you don't want to, but I will always trust my body, my heart, my soul to you. I know you would never hurt me.”

Justin pets Josh’s inner thighs absent-mindedly; glad for the small comfort that it affords him. He drops his head and whispers, “It because of your love for me that I’m doing this. I want to make you as happy as I can.”

Josh begins to struggle harder, moaning slightly at the pain his restraints are administering. “Agrhhh…” Josh screams, irritated at his bindings.  

“What… what is it Josh?” Justin leans into Josh once more.

“I just want to hold you,” he pulls on the cuffs, “but I can’t.”

Justin runs his hand up Josh’s arms and fingers the leather cuffs encircling the slender wrist, noticing the slight tinge of blue. “Do these hurt, baby?”

“No,” he lies thankful for the feel of his lover’s skin on his back.

Justin moves his large hand back down and grips Josh’s chin, wrenching it back towards him. He captures the parted lips before the brunette could protest. The younger man pushes his tongue into Josh’s mouth, taking, demanding the plaint lips to give in. They do; and Justin controls the kiss, deepening it. Josh mewls and whimpers as the cuffs bite deeper into his ankles caused by the awkward angle Justin is holding him in. The blond releases the brunette’s swollen lips regretfully and once again aligns himself with Josh’s aperture.  

The blond dips his tongue gently into Josh’s puckered hole, just the tip, just to tease. He pulls the offending object out of his lover and moves it around the outside edges; enjoying the sounds coming from his boyfriend’s parched mouth. Justin continues licking the outer area with occasional quick dips inside, coercing the brunette to gasp with each breach of his tight ring. The blond mouths and laps at the sides of the offered crevice, sucking and kissing the opening itself. He begrudgingly pulls himself away, wanting to see his lover’s reaction. Josh is again biting into the sheets, his hands flexing and pulling, his legs and muscles trembling, sweat running down his skin, glistening in the light of the flickering candles. He dives back in, no more teasing. Justin thrusts his tongue deep, pushing his face as far into Josh’s ass, as he can. Wanting to be deeper, he tightly grasps the undulating hips and pulls them toward his eager tongue. Josh nearly screams in pain as Justin’s action force his legs wider, but remains silent, not wanting to scare Justin, not wanting him to stop; ever.  

The blond begins a steady rhythm darting his tongue, shallow, then deep; lapping the area after every third penetration. Josh’s body unconsciously mirrored his lover’s actions, rocking back and forth seductively, stretching his muscles to the breaking point; the pleasure out weighing the pain, he endures. Justin changes his method and drives his tongue deeper, fucking hard into his lover’s now sensitive and swollen hole. Josh squeezes his eyes shut under the blindfold holding back tears of pleasure, biting his lips bloody and gasping for breath, Justin continues; deeper, harder, faster.  

Josh pants to the cadence of Justin’s actions, desperately searching for air, for release. “Unnn…ah… un…,” Josh whimpers, lashes wet. “Mmm… ye…sssss. Mor… unnnn… more,” he softly whines.

Justin laps the area around the quivering opening once more. He administers long and intoxicating passes over and over and over, like a cat would a bowl of milk. Sucking on the aperture, inserting his tongue deep, swirling it around inside his lover’s heated alter, pressing and massaging his thumbs hard against Josh’s perineum. Josh gasps for breath once more as Justin continues to steal it. The young lover dips his tongue in and out, fast and slow, teasing and fucking until he feels Josh tighten his small ring of muscle around his tongue, signaling him that Josh is closing in on his orgasm. “Too… to ma… much. Hunnnnn…, the brunette warns.

Justin stops. Josh shivers and lays his hypersensitive body onto the navy silk sheets covering the bed, stretching his legs the best he can. The brunette places his forehead onto the mattress, chest heaving, breath coming in quick short pants; he tries calming his shuddering body down. The hands smoothing over his sweat slick back help soothe him, he is thankful for it. Josh sighs as the weight of his lover covers his body, comforting him.  

“Baby…” Justin purrs into an exposed ear. “Are you ready?”

The brunette shakes his head against the bedding. He moans as the young lover inserts his tongue into the ear, swirling it around, dipping hard into it; fucking it, while grinding his erection against his inflamed anus. “Ju…Justin… stop… please. I… I can’t… tak…take it right…”

Justin stops. He removes his body from his lover and kneels behind him. The young blond grazes his hands over the sensitive skin, watching in the mirror; waiting. After a few more minutes, Justin asks again, “Are you ready?” This time Justin is greeted with a simple nod. “Okay, baby. I’ll be gently. I promise.” He pulls on the older man’s hips, guiding them in an upright position. “You need to push yourself up a bit, baby. Come, on. There you go.” Once Justin is satisfied with Josh’s placement he reaches for the container of lubricant. He twists the cap and opens the half empty jar, smiling at that fact. The blond dips two fingers into the jar and pulls them out covered in the oily concoction. Justin looks down at his lover’s still quivering body, hoping desperately for Josh to tell him to stop, not wanting to hurt his boyfriend, yet, wanting to please him. He sets the jar down next to him and spreads Josh’s cheeks with one hand and tenderly applies the lube to the tender edges of the older man’s opening. Josh hisses at the soft and delicate contact.  

Justin dips his fingers back into the jar and then returns them to Josh’s unusually small opening. He caresses one large hand up and down the brunette’s back as he inserts one finger. Josh tries to pull himself away from the intrusion, pinching his wrists and ankles. He again worries his bottom lip while he waits for the pain to subside. The blond too waits, waits for the inevitable signal from his boyfriend that he may continue. Justin receives that signal as Josh slowly rolls his hips on Justin’s finger, encouraging. The blond begins to move the finger deeper, pulling it back and forth, bending it slightly; looking for Josh’s most sensitive spot. Josh’s sharp movement away from his touch and the loud moan that escapes his lover’s lips indicates to Justin that he has found it.  

The blond pulls the single digit out and carefully slides two back in. Josh barely notices the second digit as he continues to writhe spread eagled against Justin’s intruding fingers. The young lover slides the two digits in and out, rotating his wrist and scissoring the fingers deep within.  

Josh’s body is shaking, trembling with each insertion and withdrawal. When Justin removes his two fingers, the brunette moans his disappointment, wanting the feel of his lover inside. Justin returns his fingers to the lubricant and covers the third and fourth digits along with the first two, making sure they are covered amply. He spreads an additional coat around the opening before surging three fingers in.  

Josh’s body freezes waiting for the pain to pass, as he gulps air into his lungs. He pulls his searing opening away from Justin’s touch, hoping to relieve himself of at least one of the fingers. Justin senses and feels the tightness of his lover’s body and waits, knowing that pulling out now would only upset Josh. When he feels Josh is ready he twists his wrist, moving his fingers deep inside his boyfriends tight hole, stretching it, each action earning a soft moan as Josh’s body accepts all three fingers.  

Justin knows the fourth is going to be more difficult. He rubs his free hand over Josh’s back and down strained thighs. “Baby?”

“Mmmmm…. Unnn… Please…. more.”

“This may hurt. Don’t be afraid to tell me so. Okay.”

“Hurry…mmmmm…” Josh clenches his fists, white knuckled, anticipating the fourth finger.  

When the fourth finger is added, Josh screams out in pain, but Justin just closes his eyes and continues an even rhythm, coaxing his lover’s body to accept all four. The brunette’s mouth is wide open expressing the amount of pain he is feeling. He is desperate for air, and is trying to take deeper breaths. Again, Justin soothes the trembling man with a gently touch while dumping more lubricant on his hand, progressing deeper into his lover. All four fingers are at the second knuckle as Justin pauses until he feels Josh buck his hips onto his offending fingers. He matches his progression with Josh’s movements, timing them perfectly, sliding all four fingers in deep. Josh’s breath hitches once again, but he does not cry out. The blond once more rotates his wrist stretching the already abused hole some more, readying it for the entire fist. He slowly pulls the four digits out baring all but the first set of knuckles. He adds more lube and reinserts them adding the thumb. Justin again waits for Josh’s body to accept the intrusions and he has to wait much longer than the other times. The blond is afraid he has hurt his lover, for Josh has not moved. The older man’s body is shuddering and convulsing with need and urgency. His mouth open, blindfold wet with tears. Justin pours more of the oily substance onto the widest part of his hand and gently pushes it forward with a steady pressure. Finally, without warning the largest part of his hand slips past the loosened ring, making it easy once again. Josh gasps.

The younger lover stares at his arm; hand deep within Josh’s body; vanishing. He turns his head and sees their reflection in the mirror. Unable to take his gaze from the vanity, Justin watches himself removing Josh’s tear soaked blindfold. “Josh,” he whispers. “Look at us… look at our reflection.”

Josh slowly turns his head as his body grows accustom to Justin’s fist, he pants. The sight of Justin’s hand disappearing inside his body accosts him. He moans and rears his head back. “Justin,” he hisses, “move your fucking… hand.”

Justin chuckles softly to his self and curls his fist inside of Josh, brushing his knuckles against the brunette’s prostate.

Josh is shivering and groaning with each breath that leaves his lungs, closing his eyes tightly, burning the feel and sensation into his inner being. Never wanting to forget. The older man finally rocks back toward Justin slightly, encouraging his young lover’s movements. The blond makes tiny, tentative motions in and out of his boyfriend’s anus. His cock rock hard, dripping with precum, the drops splashing crudely onto the dark sheets. As he maintains his gaze into the mirror, he reaches for his aching phallus and begins a harsh rhythm. Unconsciously, his other hand mimics his second hands action and before Justin can realize what he is doing, Josh screams in pleasure and agony; spilling his essence onto the mattress, collapsing as much as the restraints and Justin’s intruding fist would allow. When Josh’s seemingly pain filled scream reaches Justin ears and sight, he panics. The one thing he didn’t want to do, he did. He hurt his lover. He stops fisting his cock and gently and as carefully as possible removes his fist from Josh.  

Josh’s body is shuddering with his intense orgasm and he continues to moan in pleasure/pain filled voice. Justin looks down at his lube-covered hand, tears filling his azure eyes and turns guiltily toward the vanity; cursing himself. He catches Josh’s steel blue eyes in the reflection and notices the tears falling freely from them. The blond leans down over the top of his lover and tries his best to calm him, comfort him.

“I’m so sorry,” Justin whines. “I… I didn’t… didn’t mean to hurt you.” The tears cascade down the younger man’s face. “I… told you. I told you I’d hurt you.”

“Jus… let… let me loose... please.”

Justin quickly unbuckles Josh’s red streaked wrists, which the older man instantly rubs, pulling them into his chest. Then the blond frees Josh ankles, the brunette pulls them up toward his chest wrapping his aching arms around them. Justin pets the sweat-laded hair of his lover, hoping Josh will forgive him for the pain he has caused. The younger man spoons himself behind Josh both facing the distractive vanity, running his hands up and down the brunette’s thighs, helping relieve the ache within them. He pulls Josh closer, whispering in the older man’s ear, “Please, forgive me.”

“Mmmm…” Josh tries turning his body, so that he can see his lover’s face. “Just… Justin that… that was the most intense…” he licks his lips, “orgasm… I’ve ever had.”

“You’re not mad at me… f.f.f.for hurting you,” Justin stutters.

“No,” Josh whispers exhaustedly. “Forgive you.”

“Please don’t make me do that again. Please, I beg of you.” Justin pulls Josh’s sleepy form closer against his chest, nuzzling his face into the wet chestnut locks.

Josh reaches up and behind him, letting the mirror guide his actions, and strokes the side of Justin’s face. Their eyes meet one last time in the vanity mirror, Josh smiles and answers, “It’s a one time thing, sugah, a one time thing.”



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