Page 83 of Take No Prisoners
"You like being ordered around?"
Niall nodded, his eyes liquid bright and reflecting the soft glow of Efren's enchanted lamps.
Efren crawled to the headboard and dug until he found the glass vial of oil stored between it and the mattress. He sank onto his knees and let his shadow loom over Niall as he removed the cork stopper. "Hold out the hand you use to prep yourself."
Niall squeezed his eyes shut as he offered his right hand. Efren poured a liberal dose of oil into his palm. "Coat your cock with it, and then use the rest to get yourself ready for me."
"I'm not going to last," Niall whined. Sweat beaded his brow as he smeared the oil over his pink cock. The head was almost purple and poking from his foreskin. Niall tugged on it before sliding his hand down his length. Then, he lifted one knee higher and worked his hand into place so he could slip his fingers inside his tight pucker.
He looked so gorgeous like that, working his fingers into himself and widening his hole for Efren. Efren tried to keep his distance, but he couldn't resist stroking Niall's inner thigh from his knee to his groin. Each time he approached Niall's weeping cock, Niall whimpered and tried to thrust toward his hand. Efren loved having this effect on Niall, turning him from a confident young man to a puddle of need with barely a touch.
"One more finger," Efren said. "I want it to be good for you."
Niall complied, pushing another finger inside as he gripped the tip of his cock. Efren wanted to lick the bead of pre-come pooling there, but Niall was already shaking with the need to come. Efren didn't want to set him off with a touch.
"Gods, please, I'm ready."
"I'll be the judge of that."
Efren poured enough oil into his palm to coat his cock. He had ignored his own desire until now, and he was also leaking profusely. He grabbed Niall's knees and shoved them apart to take his place between them.
Niall whined and bucked his hips upward. His cock landed against his stomach with a wet splat. Gods, Efren loved that sound, and the weak, "Please," Niall uttered as Efren's cock kissed his rim.
"Relax. Breathe. Let me in." Efren accented each command with a thrust as more and more of his cock disappeared inside Niall. He had to look away from the gorgeous view. He looked so good buried inside Niall, all while Niall lay on his back, begging for more. He sank into Niall's heat with a moan.
"Please." Niall's hoarse shout moved Efren to action. He complied, easing out of Niall's hot channel only to crash into him again with a loud slap of flesh on flesh.
"Gods, yes. More."
Efren wanted to give him so much more. He wanted to give him his ship, his heart, and his whole world. He was so fucked.
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Niall
The intensity in Efren's gaze was hard enough to resist, but when he spoke, he pushed Niall right to the edge of bliss.
"The way you take my cock is gorgeous."
Even with his eyes closed, Niall felt Efren's gaze on him, watching him come undone without a single touch to his cock, not since he'd smeared the oil over himself. Efren found other sensitive spots, from his neck to his nipples and the perfect pressure to his abdomen so he didn't tickle. He even circled Niall's navel with his thumb, which Niall swore he could feel in the flesh gripping Efren's cock. He was full, aching, and leaking. He needed more.
He opened his eyes to beg. "Please Efren. Touch me."
Efren swallowed hard.
Niall thought he would refuse, or maybe he would order Niall to touch himself. Instead, he sank onto one elbow. His gaze was even more intense up close as he took Niall's cock in his other hand, warm and already slick with oil. Niall wanted to move, to fuck into Efren's hand at the same time Efren thrust into his ass, but he was going to come.
"Hold on for me," Efren said. "I'm almost there. How close?"
"Very." Niall's voice was hoarse from all his babbling.
"Can you last for a count of five?"
"No!"
"You can. I know you can. You are so perfect for me."
"Gods, Efren, if you don't start counting..."
