Orym’s ass landed flush with the hot skin of Ashton’s hips. Ashton was so deep in him, deeper than Orym had thought possible. He felt like he was being split in two, speared open so wide and stuffed so full he could barely breathe.
He looked down, blinking hard as he realized there were tears on his cheeks. He was trembling. He might be imagining it, but it almost looked like there was a bulge in the flesh of his belly, rising over his hard and leaking cock.
“Oh gods,” he whined, “it’s so much.”
Ashton, as he’d promised, didn’t ask questions, but as he lay there Orym realized that Ashton was trembling too. His head was pressed back against the pillow hard enough that some of the points of his crystalline hair had torn into it, and he was wearing a ragged halo of straw.
Orym managed a chuckle, giddy at the intensity of the moment. “I think you’re going to have to fuck me now.”
Ashton’s grip tightened on Orym, then lifted him up and slid him back down. Orym threw his head back, tears running down his cheeks as the huge cock dragged past his prostate. “Yes,” he said, “gods, yes, fuck me.”
Ashton growled, their hands tightened, and then thier hips snapped up. The edge of pain was back, but it was so good. Orym reached his hands out to scratch at nipples he could barely reach, even as his ass was filled to the limit again and again.
“I’m not going to last.” Ashton’s voice was strained.
Orym shook his head. “You’re going to last until I tell you.”
“Oh fuck, okay. Okay, yes, sir.”
Ashton fucked into Orym again and again and again until Orym couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t filled. Ashton’s groans sounded constantly on the edge of shattering, but he was holding it together.
“You’re doing so well.” Orym opened his eyes to look at Ashton, blinking away the tears. “You’re so good for me.”
Ashton’s eyes went wide, and his groans went soft and desperate. It was both surprising and not. Of course Ashton secretly got off on praise.
Orym let his mouth start running, only half realizing what he was saying. “Look at you, taking it so well, behaving yourself so well. You’re so good, gorgeous.”
Ashton turned his head away, breath coming sharp and ragged. His hips jolted up hard and Orym’s voice broke over the shout it forced out of him.
He managed to keep going. “You’re so big, so much. I’m going to be ruined after this. I’m going to want you all the time.”
“Orym, fuck, I can’t—”
“You can. You’re almost there.” Orym started helping again, driving himself back as Ashton dragged him, the cock deep as it could go. “So close. God, I’m almost there.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ashton whispered, starting to lose thier rhythm.
The tingling started in Orym’s ass, spreading to his cock and all the way up to his head. He was on the edge, all the sensations, even the pain collapsing toward a singularity of white-hot pleasure. “Now. Come inside me now.”
Ashton fucked up into him hard, almost brutal. Orym might well have screamed, but he couldn’t hear it as he lost himself in ecstasy. He was coming without even having touched himself, strings of it all over green skin. Ashton’s cry was hoarse and desperate, and for a moment Orym marveled as their cock grew just a little thicker, then he felt liquid heat fill him, the pressure driving him into aftershocks.
They both collapsed, Orym’s limbs giving out on him as he sprawled out over Ashton’s chest. He felt Ashton’s cock slip free and felt the dribble of come follow. He was such a mess. They both were.
Re: Fill: Made to Fit (Rated E) (5/?)
He looked down, blinking hard as he realized there were tears on his cheeks. He was trembling. He might be imagining it, but it almost looked like there was a bulge in the flesh of his belly, rising over his hard and leaking cock.
“Oh gods,” he whined, “it’s so much.”
Ashton, as he’d promised, didn’t ask questions, but as he lay there Orym realized that Ashton was trembling too. His head was pressed back against the pillow hard enough that some of the points of his crystalline hair had torn into it, and he was wearing a ragged halo of straw.
Orym managed a chuckle, giddy at the intensity of the moment. “I think you’re going to have to fuck me now.”
Ashton’s grip tightened on Orym, then lifted him up and slid him back down. Orym threw his head back, tears running down his cheeks as the huge cock dragged past his prostate. “Yes,” he said, “gods, yes, fuck me.”
Ashton growled, their hands tightened, and then thier hips snapped up. The edge of pain was back, but it was so good. Orym reached his hands out to scratch at nipples he could barely reach, even as his ass was filled to the limit again and again.
“I’m not going to last.” Ashton’s voice was strained.
Orym shook his head. “You’re going to last until I tell you.”
“Oh fuck, okay. Okay, yes, sir.”
Ashton fucked into Orym again and again and again until Orym couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t filled. Ashton’s groans sounded constantly on the edge of shattering, but he was holding it together.
“You’re doing so well.” Orym opened his eyes to look at Ashton, blinking away the tears. “You’re so good for me.”
Ashton’s eyes went wide, and his groans went soft and desperate. It was both surprising and not. Of course Ashton secretly got off on praise.
Orym let his mouth start running, only half realizing what he was saying. “Look at you, taking it so well, behaving yourself so well. You’re so good, gorgeous.”
Ashton turned his head away, breath coming sharp and ragged. His hips jolted up hard and Orym’s voice broke over the shout it forced out of him.
He managed to keep going. “You’re so big, so much. I’m going to be ruined after this. I’m going to want you all the time.”
“Orym, fuck, I can’t—”
“You can. You’re almost there.” Orym started helping again, driving himself back as Ashton dragged him, the cock deep as it could go. “So close. God, I’m almost there.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ashton whispered, starting to lose thier rhythm.
The tingling started in Orym’s ass, spreading to his cock and all the way up to his head. He was on the edge, all the sensations, even the pain collapsing toward a singularity of white-hot pleasure. “Now. Come inside me now.”
Ashton fucked up into him hard, almost brutal. Orym might well have screamed, but he couldn’t hear it as he lost himself in ecstasy. He was coming without even having touched himself, strings of it all over green skin. Ashton’s cry was hoarse and desperate, and for a moment Orym marveled as their cock grew just a little thicker, then he felt liquid heat fill him, the pressure driving him into aftershocks.
They both collapsed, Orym’s limbs giving out on him as he sprawled out over Ashton’s chest. He felt Ashton’s cock slip free and felt the dribble of come follow. He was such a mess. They both were.