D lurched forward, catching himself on the couch as he widened his legs before pressing back to Jeremy as if offering his ass up for whatever he wanted.
Jeremy took what was presented to him, spreading D wide and licking over him. He lavished D's ass with his tongue, teasing softly for a moment before pressing hard, seeking inside him. He was lost in a haze of lust as he reached around, wrapping one hand around D's cock and tugging as he continued to use his tongue, lips, chin, and even at times, teeth on his ass.
"Fuck, Jer." D's worked his hips back.
"Want more?"
"Fuck yeah."
Jeremy smiled as he pulled back, looking at how wet D's ass was. He ran his finger over the hole several times, then gently pressed in. D was tight, his ass gripping his finger as he pushed deeper until he hit the heated softness farther inside. "Fuck me, you're going to feel so good around my cock."
"If you ever get around to fucking me." D groaned as Jeremy pushed a second finger into him.
"I was trying to be nice." Jeremy moved his fingers in and out of him.
"I don't want nice. I want to feel your cock spread me. I want to feel that little metal ring hit me in just the right spot. I want to forget for a few minutes how fucked up my life is. Give it to me. Make me feel."
There were so many layers to what D had just said, but now wasn't the time to figure them out. He needed this just as much as D did. He reached for the packet of lube D had tossed on the couch. It wasn't much, but it would work. He ripped the package open and dripped it over the head of his cock before using the last on D's ass.
He didn't bother warning D as he gripped the base of his cock, ran the head over his hole to spread the lube a bit, then started to press inside. He'd learned to go easy when entering. The piercing could make it awkward, but years of having it gave him the experience to know what worked with most men.
D wasn't having any of it as he pressed back and took him deep in one hard slide. "Yes! Now fuck me, and don't be gentle." D braced his arms on the couch.
"Your wish…" Jeremy started to move, going slow a few times to make sure D really could tolerate the metal ring, but when he showed no signs of being uncomfortable, he reached forward, one hand on D's hip, the other on his shoulder, and he started to fuck him hard. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with their grunts, and Jeremy had to remind himself to breathe because the sensation and tightness of D's ass were so perfect around him.
"That's it." D moved one hand to his own cock and started to stroke. "I'm going to come fast, but don't stop. No matter what, don't stop until you fill me!" D moved his hips back and forth, adding to the motion of their bodies.
Jeremy was lost in pleasure. D knew how to use his body. He loved that D knew what he wanted, asked for it, and took it. There was no hesitation, no guessing. It was raw, rough sex. Just the kind that Jeremy loved to have.
Sweat started to bead on his forehead as his hips worked into D, taking what he wanted, hoping he was giving D what he needed. He was too far gone to do more than act on an animalistic level. He hadn't had a lover in months, and he hadn't had anyone other than his ex in years. This was everything he needed.
"Oh fuck. Right there. Harder." D groaned.
With his fingers digging into D's skin, he gave it everything he had, slamming into him, pulling nearly out, then slamming back in as hard as he could. It was violent, wild, and it was loud, but it was perfect.
"I'm close," Jeremy warned.
D didn't respond as his body tightened around Jeremy's cock, his muscles tensed in his shoulders and neck, his head arched back, and a loud cry filled the room as cum shot from D's cock, covering his hand and the couch beneath him.
The way D's ass clamped down around him, Jeremy didn't have a chance of holding back his orgasm. It pushed through, causing his body to tighten, his breath to catch, and as he gave one final thrust deep into D, he let loose, crying out D's name as he fell forward against his back.
D started laughing.
That pulled Jeremy from his post-orgasmic bliss quickly. "Something funny?" He hissed as he pulled his cock free from D's ass.
D turned and gestured to the couch. "First cum stains."
Jeremy grinned, a small laugh escaping as he remembered that D had said he'd kill whoever left cum stains on it. "Hope you know how to clean a couch."
D grabbed his shirt from the floor and wiped the cum off the couch, still leaving a small wet mark. "I'll figure it out tomorrow." He fell onto the couch with a content sigh. "That was so fucking exactly what I needed."
Jeremy used his own shirt to wipe off his cock before sitting down beside D. "Me too. Thanks."
D nodded. "Anytime, though you did all the work. I was just there for the ride, but it was one hell of a ride." His spent cock lay against his leg. "Fuck, I forgot how good those piercings are. I remember I had one hell of an orgasm last time I was with a man with one, but I don't remember it being that good."
Jeremy had to admit that he didn't recall sex ever being that intense. Not with his ex or any man he'd been with before him. It had nothing to do with his piercing either. It was the fact he could let go, take D hard, and not have to hold back or be careful. He wasn't guarded. It was pure need and pleasure. He closed his eyes as he laid his head back against the couch. "You're right, it does help you forget."
"You see something you want to forget already?" D sounded concerned. "Worse than what I know you've already seen?"
