Joe temporarily stopped speaking after the second time he came, when Nicky didn’t even give him a breather but just continued his delicious torture, his fingers rubbing mercilessly against the spot deep inside Joe, sending sparks up his spine every time. He felt like with how much Nicky loved to stimulate the little gland, surely it would become less sensitive over time, but every time Nicky’s calloused fingers pressed against it, it lit him up like the first time.
Unable to speak, he whined, low and plaintive, as his cock couldn’t decide whether to soften after he had come so hard that some of it ended up in his beard or to stay hard in response to the endless waves of pleasure.
“Ah—hurts,” he finally managed to gasp out, swallowing deeply. “Do you want me to stop?” Nicky asked with a flicker of concern, but Joe was already shaking his head. Just because the indescribable pleasure was laced with pain didn’t mean he didn’t want it. “Hurts and feels so fucking good,” he explained. “But I don’t know how many more times I can come.”
Nicky shrugged. “We’ll see, my love. I want everything you have to give me. That’s right,” he praised as Joe’s cock leaked a steady stream against his belly, the head a gorgeous shade of red. “Just let it all out, my love.” He was alternating between tapping his fingers lightly against the spot, stroking them gently over it and occasionally pressing harder, a move that never failed to make Joe’s length jump and drool. “You already made quite a puddle for me,” Nicky remarked, trailing the fingers of his free hand through where Joe had come on his chest. “Come on, give me a little more.”
Joe sounded wounded as he complied, his hole fluttering around Nicky’s fingers as he spilled again. There was less than last time, Nicky noted, and redoubled his efforts. Joe’s eyes filled with tears as his lover continued the constant onslaught on his prostate. “Nicolo, Nicolo,” he begged, fingers twisting in the sheets. “Non posso, I can’t—“ Nicky pressed a kiss to his cheek, his eyes dark and intent. “You’re doing so well, my love,” he praised. “So beautiful like this.”
When Joe finally came dry, whimpering from the soreness of his cockhead as it jerked against his belly, Nicky finally pulled his fingers out, and Joe cried out from relief and loss in equal measure. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he joked weakly, pulling his lover in for a kiss.
Fill: Joe/Nicky, prostate massage/milking
Prompt here: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1468.html?thread=258492#cmt258492
Joe temporarily stopped speaking after the second time he came, when Nicky didn’t even give him a breather but just continued his delicious torture, his fingers rubbing mercilessly against the spot deep inside Joe, sending sparks up his spine every time. He felt like with how much Nicky loved to stimulate the little gland, surely it would become less sensitive over time, but every time Nicky’s calloused fingers pressed against it, it lit him up like the first time.
Unable to speak, he whined, low and plaintive, as his cock couldn’t decide whether to soften after he had come so hard that some of it ended up in his beard or to stay hard in response to the endless waves of pleasure.
“Ah—hurts,” he finally managed to gasp out, swallowing deeply. “Do you want me to stop?” Nicky asked with a flicker of concern, but Joe was already shaking his head. Just because the indescribable pleasure was laced with pain didn’t mean he didn’t want it. “Hurts and feels so fucking good,” he explained. “But I don’t know how many more times I can come.”
Nicky shrugged. “We’ll see, my love. I want everything you have to give me. That’s right,” he praised as Joe’s cock leaked a steady stream against his belly, the head a gorgeous shade of red. “Just let it all out, my love.” He was alternating between tapping his fingers lightly against the spot, stroking them gently over it and occasionally pressing harder, a move that never failed to make Joe’s length jump and drool. “You already made quite a puddle for me,” Nicky remarked, trailing the fingers of his free hand through where Joe had come on his chest. “Come on, give me a little more.”
Joe sounded wounded as he complied, his hole fluttering around Nicky’s fingers as he spilled again. There was less than last time, Nicky noted, and redoubled his efforts. Joe’s eyes filled with tears as his lover continued the constant onslaught on his prostate. “Nicolo, Nicolo,” he begged, fingers twisting in the sheets. “Non posso, I can’t—“ Nicky pressed a kiss to his cheek, his eyes dark and intent. “You’re doing so well, my love,” he praised. “So beautiful like this.”
When Joe finally came dry, whimpering from the soreness of his cockhead as it jerked against his belly, Nicky finally pulled his fingers out, and Joe cried out from relief and loss in equal measure. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he joked weakly, pulling his lover in for a kiss.