Page 23 of Will & Patrick's Endless Honeymoon
Patrick slides his hands up Will’s thighs, through his pubes, avoiding his hard cock, and then traces up to his stomach, sliding past his infusion site and BG sensor, then up to his nipples, tweaking them gently.
“You’ll never make me come, Dr. Villain. Never,” Will whispers and pretends to struggle against Patrick’s hold. “I’ll never break.” His naked skin against Patrick’s clothes is always a turn on and his cock flexes hard, bringing up a bubble of precome.
“We’ll see about that, Super Do-Gooder.” He maneuvers Will around so he’s on his stomach, ass up, sprawled over Patrick’s thighs. He slaps his ass gently at first, and Will wriggles around, trying to get him to do it harder. Patrick slaps him lightly again, and Will clutches the pillows in anticipation.
“You’re weak, Dr. Villain,” he says in his best superhero voice. “I’ll defeat you yet.”
“Weak?” Patrick smacks his butt harder and Will arches into it, barely holding back the cry of “yes” that wants to burst through his lips. “I’ll show you weak, Super Do-Gooder.” Then he lays a couple of good stinging whacks on Will’s butt, grabbing it in both hands to squeeze greedily before spanking it again.
Will moans and grins into the pillow. “You’re evil, Dr. Villain. Diabolical.”
“You’ll beg for mercy.”
“Never.”
“I’ll make you beg to come.”
“Never!”
Patrick sucks two of his own fingers into his mouth, gets them wet before prodding at Will’s asshole firmly, gaining entrance as Will bears down to let him in. Patrick wriggles his fingers inside and Will groans. “Just as I suspected. A slut for it.”
Will breaks into a sweat, and his voice is breathy when he says, “I’ll never come for you! I’ll resist to the end of time.” But he lifts up his ass and takes Patrick’s fingers in deeper.
When Patrick starts massaging his prostate, Will frantically rubs his cock against Patrick’s too-soft jeans, mentally cursing that Patrick eschews the rougher fabrics.
“You’re a dirty, filthy boy, Super Do-Gooder.”
“I am!” Will groans, shoving back against Patrick’s fingers. “I’m such a dirty boy.”
Patrick laughs. “You love being fingered so much you can’t even pretend to hate it.”
Draped over Patrick’s legs on the sofa, with his prostate shooting pleasure through his body, Will allows himself to disintegrate into a babbling, begging mess. Patrick holds onto the game a bit longer.
“Just give me your dick, Patrick,” Will whimpers. “Please.”
“Poor, Super Do-Gooder. Look what you’re reduced to. What would the good people of Healing think of you now?”
“Please,” he whispers. “I want to come with you fucking me.”
“What would they think to hear their superhero begging for Dr. Villain’s fat cock like a slut?”
Will whimpers and bucks, trying to get enough friction on his dick. “Patrick.”
“Yes, Super Do-Gooder?”
“Fuck me, you jerk.”
Patrick chuckles and twists his fingers again just so. Will’s cock aches and swells, and he humps Patrick’s legs harder. “Please, Patr—”
Patrick tsks. “Uh-uh, Dr. Villain.”
“Please Dr. Villain.” Will’s voice is rough and wet, the couch pillows are crumpled from his grip, and his asshole burns slightly from the spit-slicked finger fuck. “Make me come,” he begs again. “Get your dick in me and make me come.”
Patrick hisses and pulls his fingers free, wiping them on a tissue he grabs from the coffee table. Will flips over and clutches Patrick’s face, kissing him passionately. Their tongues tangle, and Will slides from his position on Patrick’s lap to the rug on the hardwood floor, tumbling Patrick down with him. Forcing Patrick’s pants over his hips, Will’s gratified when Patrick’s cock flops out hard and slick at the tip.
He sucks it greedily, getting the taste of precome in his mouth. Then he falls to all fours, the rug scratchy beneath his knees, presenting his ass. He says over his shoulder, “Get your dick in me now, Dr. Villain.”
Patrick spits liberally into his hand and wipes it over his cockhead before lining up with Will’s asshole.
