Page 10 of Aries

“Please,” he said. “I wanna know what it looks like. It’s cold, but only in certain spaces.” I could see his hand jerk against his knee as if he’d forgot it was bound there.

I took the other picture for him, and then it was time to take the blindfold off and let him see what had been done to his body.

His cock bobbed with excitement at the view of himself from his back. He was splayed out, opened wide, and in such a perfect position to be fucked senseless.

“What do you plan on doing now?” he asked, wetting his lips before smacking them together. “I—I—”

“Watch.” I pulled his ass off the bed slightly as I knelt in front of him. It was perfect height for my face. I dove into his ass, his cheeks spreading themselves from the rope’s tension keeping them apart.

Ash rolled around a little now on his back, moaning. It was nothing a firm grasp on his sides and a light spank couldn’t stop.

Occasionally looking back to admire my work, the small redness on his cheek from a spank to the way I’d left bite marks and the tiniest hickeys. I had to admire them since he wouldn’t be able to. Each time I bit and spanked him, he asked for another. “Again,” he said. “Harder.” I aimed to please. Pleasure was my job.

It didn’t take me much longer of this foreplay to grab lube and a condom. I didn’t want all of this to go to waste and have him cum before we even got to fuck. I knew his cock was threatening with the amount of precum it had produced already.

Pushing the condom on my cock, I grabbed it by the base and whacked at his balls with it. “How does it feel not being able to touch yourself?”

“Weird,” he said.

I teased his hole with the tip, then pulled it straight out. Once more with the tip, then back out. Each one elicited a moan greater than the last. I didn’t want to stop, almost wondering if I could turn his moans into a ringtone for my phone.

With one hand around his cock, I held it while I pushed my cock inside his tight hole. His fingers were raised up against his legs, almost like he was trying to make a fist to bear himself through the pleasure.

Deep inside him, I didn’t want to leave. I fucked him slowly, after all the excitement, I didn’t want to overwhelm his body so soon again. In this position, our faces touched, and I could tease him further with my tongue at his lips, trying to taste that minty fresh on his mouth. It was right there, with each and every moan, he breathed in my face. I wanted to be part of him.

Slowly, I pushed myself away and continued to fuck him with the full landscape of his body and the markings I’d made on him. It made my cock harder with each pump inside him. That’s when I began freeing him from the rope. The left hand first with one knee. He wore the markings of the rope well, like an illusion made from pink tattoo ink.

“It feels—” he let out between moans, “feels weird.”

Once I freed his other hand and leg, he nearly starfished on the bed since there was no tension keeping him in position. I tutted. “Wrap your legs around me.” I grabbed him by the waist, pulling him hard against my cock. He gasped, letting out a silent moan, stifled by pleasure. “Good boy.”

He tried squeezing his legs around me, but his muscles were worn out. “Thank you.”

“Just one rope left to unravel,” I said, admiring the one remaining around his chest. It held the t-shirt in place.

Ash nodded at me, looking down his body at my fingers freeing the knot I’d tied off at his side. I didn’t let that stop me from fucking him. I could multitask, and I wasn’t about to stop now. He had a loose grip around his cock, his hands still coming back to terms with their autonomy.

The last knot came free, and the tension of the rope came loose around him. I gently pulled it and rolled it up into a bunch. I didn’t want to disturb the fragile piece of art I’d created with the holes in his t-shirt or the markings I’d made within them on his skin. It was perfect. I made sure to admire it for as long as I could.

“I’m gonna—” Ash let out, his hips jolting and his hole tensing around my cock. “Cum.” He shot his load all the way up his chest. The first shot hit his chin, and the second and third weaker shots landed across the T-shirt.

I leaned across him, my arms under his back to pick him up. “I’m not done yet,” I told him.

Against the wall, I sandwiched him and fucked him hard. I wasn’t going to waste all this preparation on a couple pumps in the bed. I wanted my cock to get as deep as it could, and its favorite positioning was against a wall. There was something satisfying about using the muscles I’d been in the gym building for fucking a skinny twink—or twunk, he wasn’t that young.

Ash’s legs were wrapped tight around my waste and his arms around my back, squeezing me like he feared I could drop him at any moment. That wasn’t going to happen, and he needed to know I was stronger than that.

With my tongue in his mouth, wrestling his tongue, there was no better time than now to cum. It was a full circle of me being inside his body. In a way that seemed like our moans were inflating each other’s lungs, I got lightheaded.

Stepping back with Ash in my arms and firmly planted on my cock, I sat on the bed and ground my hands into his hips making sure my cock was done pumping cum into the condom.

We were in statis together, staring into each other’s eyes and absorbing the moment together.

“You want to stay over tonight?” he asked, his ass puckering and pushing my cock out.

“After all the work I’ve put in, I think I might have to,” I said, stroking a hand up his back beneath his T-shirt. “I’m super tired.”

“Not too tired, I hope,” he said, kissing me.

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