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He skimmed his fingers further down Kole’s stomach and around his groin, down his thighs to his knees and then back up again. He ran his finger up the underside of his cock, the perfectly sized shaft hardening little by little. Beck leaned down and flicked his tongue across the hardened nub at the same time as he rubbed his thumb across the head of his cock.

Kole moaned and squirmed. Beck glanced up, witnessing Kole’s rise from his dreamland into the reality of the pleasure that Beck was creating. Kole swallowed, licked his lips and croaked, “Did I say you could touch that?”

Now it was Beck’s turn to shiver, and he shakily exhaled. “No, Sir,” he murmured.

“Well,” Kole said, his voice hardening, “as you seem to be breaking all kinds of rules, how about you make me harder with your mouth.” It wasn’t a question.

Beck nodded once and scrambled down the bed, pushing Kole’s legs to either side and laying himself between them, hissing slightly as his dick rubbed against the covers. All it would take was a few thrusts, and he was sure he’d go over the edge straight away. He wasn’t stupid enough to get right to it. He paused in position, staring up at Kole, waiting. Kole stared back at him for a good minute, although it felt like an entire year. Finally, he nodded, giving him permission to start, and start he did.

He wrapped his hand around the base and fed Kole’s cock into his mouth, moaning as the taste hit his tongue. He got the entire length as wet as he could and stroked as well as sucked and licked and nipped and flicked using every ounce of his knowledge.

“Fuck, that’s so good.” Kole groaned, canting his hips to make him go deeper. Beck relaxed his throat, and as Kole’s hands palmed either side of his head, he removed his hands, bracedhimself on the bed and glanced up at Kole once more, giving permission with his eyes for Kole to use him.

Even so, Kole raised his eyebrows and waited for Beck to give him another confirmation that he wanted that. Beck nodded to the best of his ability.

Kole grinned. “That’s what I like to see. Rise onto your knees, get them beneath you, and then put your hands behind your back—carefully—keeping your face where I can reach it.”

Beck was quick to manoeuvre himself exactly how Kole wanted him and, though there was a slight ache in his back from the position, it made it all the more intriguing. Kole checked in once more with him, then slowly pushed his shaft further into Beck’s mouth. When the head reached the back of his throat, he relaxed as much as he could and then swallowed around it. Kole hissed and pulled free before sliding deep again. They repeated the dance several times, Kole increasing his speed minutely each time. It didn’t take long for Beck’s jaw to start aching, but damned if he would stop. He kept going faster and faster, and Beck witnessed the rosy flush making its way through his body through Kole’s body. Beck had never heard him curse as much as he had done in those last few minutes, and it sent a well of pride flowing through him.

“Stop,” Kole ordered, and Beck froze. Kole pulled himself free, and he almost moaned at the loss. “I don’t want to come yet,” Kole said. “I want to be inside you when that happens.” He moved to the side and patted the bed beside him. “Elbows and knees, facing the headboard.”

“Yes, Sir,” Beck said, wincing a little at the ache in his lower back, but the new position was better. When Beck was settled, Kole slapped his ass, the sound loud in the room, and after the slight sting, a warmth spread from the impact spot.

“Time for me to get you ready,” Kole said, reaching into the bedside table to grab some lube and then kneeling behind him. “How are you feeling?”

“Needy,” Beck replied, moving back slightly as if to make his point,

“Okay, well, let’s get to it then,” Kole said. “It’s going to be cold.”

The click of the tube and then the squirt of the gel had Beck’s senses on high alert, and when the cold liquid touched his hole, he instantly tightened and tensed, but the moment Kole started massaging, he relaxed, letting the first finger slide in. Kole swirled it around, pushing it in and out, making Beck wish he could do something to make him go quicker. Kole must’ve understood though because he added the second finger, stretching him, the burn not that intense but intense enough to feel. All the while, Kole was murmuring pretty much nonsense, to be honest, but it was that kind of nonsense that helped Beck focus on what was happening, and he truly needed that. Despite giving control to Kole, he still needed something to reassure him he could stop things if needed.

When Kole pressed three fingers into him, he exhaled heavily, his head dropping between his arms, his elbows shaking with the need to bend and lower himself to the bed. The top of his head hit the headboard, and he rested forwards using it as a springboard to move himself backwards onto Kole’s fingers.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” Kole murmured. “Let’s get you completely ready for me.”

With only that as a warning, Kole slid four fingers inside him, stretching him beyond what he ever thought he would be able to take. “That’s it. You’re gorgeous like this. I can’t wait any longer.”

Kole pulled his fingers free, and Beck sighed in both relief and mutiny. He wanted him back right away… yesterday, even.

“Hold on.”

Kole’s cock pressed against Beck’s hole, and as usual, it initially shied away, but with the constant pressure, Kole finally thrust inside, sliding in and out in small increments until he was fully seated. He rested his hands on the bed, his stomach warming Beck’s back. Kole’s lips pressed to his shoulder blades, and Beck found he would do anything to be able to kiss him right then.

“Are you ready for me?” Kole said.

“Absolutely,” Beck muttered.

Kole withdrew slowly and then slid deep slightly, repeating the action a few times until Beck got used to it, and then, on the next withdrawal, he slammed his hips forward, hitting that most prized possession inside him and ensuring that he saw stars. He did it again and again until he was begging.

“Please, Kole. Please, Sir, please. I want to come with you, but I don’t think I’m going to last,” Beck admitted.

“I understand. This time, and only this time, you can come whenever you need to.”

Kole increased his pace until all Beck could hear was the slap of skin, all he could smell was the sweat in the air and all he could taste was Kole on his tongue. He closed his eyes to enjoy the sensations, and his one good hand squeezed the slats of the bed, grounding him and halting his movement too far forward.

“That’s it, Beck. You can do it,” Kole panted. “I want you to come for me as soon as possible. You feel too fucking good, and I’m going to come. I need you to come. That’s an order,” Kole said, firming his voice.

And like that was all Beck needed, his body seized, wracked with contraction after contraction as he released onto the bed beneath him. All he could hear was white noise and cursing from behind him, and Kole’s fingers tightened their grip on his hipsas he held himself deep. A wave of heat flooded him, and it sent another shiver through him.

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