Wren scooted back and
lifted up onto his knees, moving them between Robby’s calves.
He
slid his hands down Robby’s back to the man’s tight ass.
He heard a soft sigh when he grabbed Robby’s hips and pulled the man back into
a kneeling position, Robby’s legs hugging his thighs while his ass was pushed
up against Wren’s erection.
Wren’s arousal took on
new meaning as he watched his cock slide up and down the crack of Robby’s ass.
He tenderly stroked his hands over the rounded globes then gripped them
tightly in his hand and pulled them apart until he could see the man’s
puckered opening.
He teased Robby, rubbing
the head of his cock over the man’s quivering entrance but never quite pushing
in. He wanted Robby’s surrender. He craved it. Robby needed to know who he
belonged to because Wren wasn’t giving him up.
Robby was his.
“Do you like that idea,
love?” Wren asked when he saw Robby’s body shake. “Do you like the idea of
everyone knowing you belong to me?”
When Robby didn’t answer
right away, Wren decided to up his game. He would have Robby’s answer before
they left this room. He pulled back until the head of his cock slid down
between Robby’s butt cheeks again, catching on the small cleft of his hole.
It hadn’t been that long
since Wren had claimed Robby but he still reached for the bottle of lube
carelessly tossed on the bed. He snapped the lid then poured a liberal amount
to the place where his cock met Robby’s ass. Once there was enough that he
knew he wouldn’t hurt Robby, Wren closed the cap then tossed the bottle back
on the bed.
Watching his engorged
cock slid slowly into Robby’s welcoming body was more erotic than watching any
porn he had ever seen. Nothing had ever gotten Wren this worked up. He was
ready to explode and he had barely gotten in.
“Feel how beautifully
your body accepts me, love?” Wren asked, never taking his eyes off of where
his body was so intimately connected to Robby’s. “Your body knows who you
belong to even if you don’t.”
Just as he sank his cock
into the hilt in Robby’s ass, Wren saw Robby start to reach under himself. He
knew what Robby was doing and he couldn’t allow that, not until he had a
commitment out of the man.
Underhanded?
Yes.
Did he care?
No.
Wren leaned down and
grabbed both of Robby’s wrists and brought them around to his back, holding
them there with one of his. It pushed Robby’s face into the mattress but it
also pushed Robby’s ass up against Wren.
Wren
moved closer until his hard frame fit to the soft contours of Robby's. He slid
his arms down around Robby’s stomach and lifted him. Wren smiled as he nuzzled
at the younger man before tenderly stroking sweat-damp hair from the man’s
beautiful face.
“Who
do you belong to, love?” he asked as he moved Robby’s arms up over his head,
rapping them around Wren’s neck. It gave him unfettered access to the man’s
dark hued nipples and rippled abdomen, two places Wren loved to touch and
caress.
Wren
played with Robby’s nipples as he began to move in long, slow strokes, driving
his cock as deep inside of Robby’s tight channel as he could go before pulling
out and repeating the process all over again. When Robby groaned and fisted
his fingers in Wren’s hair, Wren gripped the man’s hips and began to move
harder, faster and deeper.
A soft
whimper eased from between Robby’s lips as he melted into Wren’s arms. Wren
closed his eyes and held Robby to him, savoring the feel of the man in his
arms. He had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Robby.
“Who
do you belong to, love?” he repeated, needing the answer more than he needed
to come, and that was saying something. Robby’s body gripped him so tightly in
silken heat that Wren worried his dick would burn right off.
“Wren!” Robby wailed as Wren nailed his prostate over and over again. Wren
knew this was a good position. Not only did he have Robby splayed out over him
like a second skin, but he knew he his cock would scrape over Robby’s sweet
spot with every thrust. “Please!”
“Answer my question, love, and I’ll let you come.”
Again,
underhanded. And again, Wren didn’t care. He wasn’t going to let Robby get
away from him now that he had had him. Robby might have had a chance at
escaping him before they had fucked each other, but they had. And now Robby
didn’t have a chance.
“Who
do you belong to?” Just to swing things in his direction in case there was any
doubt in Robby’s mind, Wren reached down and wrapped his fingers around the
man’s pulsing cock, giving it a couple of firm strokes.
“You!”
Robby shouted. “I belong to you!”
“Right
answer.” Something long buried and feral rose in Wren at Robby’s words. He
started pounding at an alarming rate into Robby’s ass as he jerked the man’s
cock. The need to mark Robby inside and out overwhelmed him.
The only cell in his brain that hadn’t slid south to his engorged cock worked
the problem over and over again in his head even as his orgasm started
reaching for him.
A
simple tattoo wasn’t going to cut it and he knew it. He needed something more
to show that Robby belonged to him.
He
just didn’t know what.
Robby’s shattered wail of completion echoed around the room as he sprayed
white ropes of cum over Wren’s hand. Wren’s cock hardened to steel at the
sound. He couldn’t control his outcry of delight as his seed erupted into the
still spasming channel, making him soar until the peak of delight was reached.
Once
he could breathe again, Wren gently eased Robby down onto the bed then cuddled
up behind him once again, pulling Robby up flush against his own body. Robby
wiggled for a moment but it wasn’t to get away. Much to Wren’s delight, Robby
scooted back toward him as if the man needed the reassurance of touch to make
everything okay.
Wren
picked up a lock of Robby’s brown hair and caressed it gently between his
fingers. His desire for Robby overrode everything else but the feeling was
much more than sexual desire. He adored every little thing about the man. He
just wished Robby understood that.
The
man was oblivious sometimes.
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