He kissed me, our tongues swiping against each other. His coated finger circled my rim and shots of electricity bolted up my spine. I spread my legs wider for him. One of his fingers pressed against the pucker of my ass, and I bore down, allowing him inside. A strangled groan tore out of my lips. It had been a while since I’d had anything, even my own fingers, in my ass.
Kal stilled.
“Don’t stop,” I ordered. I would get used to the sting soon enough. Besides, I was desperate for him.
Kal kissed the tip of my dick before taking it into his mouth. His black tongue swirled around the head, scales scraping at the sensitive skin. I jerked, trying to stop myself from thrusting into his mouth. His finger continued to work in and out of my channel, but the wet heat of his mouth completely distracted me from the quickly fading sting. His tongue licked my slit, lapping up the beads of pre-cum. He groaned, and the vibrations went up my dick.
“Ngh,” I cried.
He swallowed all of me, the tip of my dick hitting the back of his throat. His finger pounded in and out of my ass, making me whimper. A second finger joined the first. It was uncomfortable for all of one second, then he brushed my prostate. I clamped down on my swelling desire.
“There,” I demanded stupidly. His fingers returned to the same spot, and my hips bucked. “Fuck, Kal.”
He groaned around my dick. I could feel my orgasm barrelling down my spine. My ass clenched and my balls hugged the base of my shaft.
“Kal,” I cried. “Stop sucking me or I’m going to come.” It had been too long and my stamina wasn’t the best anymore. Not to mention, Kal’s mouth was the best thing I’d ever felt.
He pressed a final kiss to my glistening tip but stopped sucking me, though his fingers kept moving. My hips ground against his digits, riding him. Kal slipped a third finger in, and I moaned at the stretch. Kal smiled, watching my every cry, moan, and utterance of his name. I brushed his jaw, unable to keep from touching him. When my thumb touched the corner of his mouth, Kal sucked it in and bit it.
He moved, hovering over me. Our lips molded together for a few moments before he invaded my mouth with his tongue.
“I want you inside me,” I gasped against his lips.
“Are you sure I won’t hurt you?”
“Yes,” I bit out.
His fingers slipped out of me, and I moaned at the loss. Kal opened the lube again, slicking a generous amount on his dick. He rubbed the tip against my rim, and my hips arched.
The tapered head pressed against my hole, and my jaw clenched as I bore down. My muscles resisted the wide head of his dick for several moments before the tip slipped in. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hooked my legs over his waist to force him closer as I breathed through the stinging burn.
“Seth,” he whispered before he pushed in deeper.
He was so hot inside of me. Kal thrusted in, then pulled back and pushed back inside, sliding deeper with each movement. Every thrust scraped his scales against my walls and made panting cries escape my lips. I held onto his shoulders for dear life. Kal grunted and shoved into me, his hips slamming against me.
“Seth,” he groaned. “You’re perfect.”
I was so full. Stretched. I loved it. Kal stilled, shaking, to allow me to adjust to his girth. I breathed through the sting, pumping my dick that had softened, grunting at the pleasure. Kal’s face was pinched above me as he held perfectly motionless. I wanted to chuckle at the fierce concentration; instead, I nudged his ass with my feet, urging him to move.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
I leaned up, kissing him. “Love me.”
His wings unfurled and his tail wrapped around my ankle, his long hair a silky curtain around us. Kal began to move in long, smooth thrusts. I rocked my hips in time with him. When he brushed my prostate, I lurched.
“Shit,” I cried, yanking him closer, my fingers raking his back. I could feel the pressure building as sweat dripped down my face and my balls drew up tight. His movements became faster andharder until he was slamming into me. The sound of his scales slapping against my skin filled the room.
“Seth,” he moaned above me. Kal buried his face against me, rutting into me. He bit my neck, and I jerked.
“Kal, I’m going to…” A cry came out of my throat when he hit my prostate. I was going to finish embarrassingly fast, but it was too good. He was too good.
His movements sped up even more. Kal grunted. My fingers dug into his back, and I tried to hold on.
“Come with me, Husband.”
Pleasure ripped through me as I spurted on my stomach. White noise filled my ears and I cried out. Kal pumped two more times before he ground out my name between his teeth, and his dick jerked inside of me, hot liquid filling me.
Kal collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. I panted, shaking. He was still inside of me, slowly softening. He carefully pulled out, drawing a hiss from my lips, but he remained sprawled on top of me.
