"Never what?"
"Never had someone trust me like this," he admitted. "Never had someone give me everything and trust me not to take too much."
"Well, now you have," I said softly. "So show me what you do with that trust."
He pushed inside slowly, watching my face the entire time. The first piercing breached me, and we both groaned at the sensation. The metal created a distinct ridge of pressure that made my nerves light up.
"Fuck," I panted. "I can feel it. The metal."
"Too much?"
"No. More. Please."
He sank deeper, each piercing creating its own unique sensation as it pushed inside. By the time he was fully seated, I felt impossibly full, those metal bars adding a dimension I'd never experienced.
"Jesus Christ, you're gripping my dick like it owes you money," he said, holding perfectly still.
"If you don't move soon I'm going to write you up for therapeutic negligence," I threatened. "I didn't prep myself just to cockwarm you. Get moving, murder boy."
He started slow, pulling out until just the tip remained, then pushing back in steadily. The drag of those piercings against my entrance was incredible, each one creating its own point of stimulation.
"Still think Pilates prepared you for this?" he asked, picking up the pace slightly.
"Ungh fuck fuck fuck," was all I managed as he hit my prostate, speech completely abandoning me. The piercings dragged against my entrance with every thrust, creating constant stimulation that made my thighs shake. It was like being rimmed and fucked at the same time, sensation that never stopped even when he was buried deep.
"Not so chatty now, are you?" he said when I dissolved into incoherent moans.
I retaliated by clenching around him deliberately, using those Pilates muscles for evil.
"Fuck!" He groaned, rhythm completely faltering.
"You were saying?"
His eyes narrowed. "Oh, you're going to pay for that."
Then he proceeded to absolutely destroy my ass in the best way possible, angling his hips to hit my prostate with every thrust until I couldn’t even form thought. Each withdrawal dragged those metal bars against oversensitive nerves, each push back in created points of pressure that had me writhing.
I wrapped a shaky hand around my cock, barely coordinating the movement with how good he was fucking me.
"Look at you," he panted. "My mouthy therapist finally speechless. Took my cock to shut you up."
"Fuck you," I managed, but it came out more like a moan.
"Currently fucking you," he pointed out reasonably, then did something with his hips that made me cry out. "And doing a damn good job of it."
The angle change made the piercings drag differently, the metal bars catching on my rim, sending sparks up my spine. I registered every ridge, every bar, creating sensations I'd never experienced before. My whole body hummed, nerve endings firing in ways that made coherent thought impossible.
I was getting close embarrassingly fast, the combination of his pierced cock destroying me and my hand on my dick almost too much.
"Luka, I'm—"
"Yeah," he groaned, thrusts becoming erratic. "Me too. Come on, Vincent. Let me see you lose it."
That did it. I came with a cry, spilling over my fist and stomach as he fucked me through it.
"Fuck," he groaned, hips stuttering as he followed me over. "Vincent!"
He came hard, pulsing inside me as he bit down on my shoulder again. I could feel every throb, every pulse, claimed inside and out.
