Page 63 of Tell No Tales
"Not even to go to my trunk and get what you really need?"
Klaus gasped as Vadim gripped his hip with his bare hand. "What do I need?"
"Oil."
Klaus sank against the crate, tension leaving his body. This was really happening. Vadim was going to fuck him.
"Right?" Vadim grabbed Klaus's chin and craned his head back over his shoulder. "Say it."
"Gods, yes, I need you to fuck me."
Vadim let him go and grabbed both of his hips to grind his ass against the hard rod between his cheeks. Vadim's teeth grazed his earlobe.
Klaus's sigh was a high, needy sound. "We don't need oil. I'm about to come as it is."
He wondered if Vadim would understand what he meant. He wasn't in the right headspace to spell it out for him. His world had narrowed to the scent of sawdust from the crate wall and the feel of Vadim behind him.
Thank fuck, Vadim figured it out, taking him in hand while spreading his ass cheeks with the other. When had he gotten his fingers slick? Klaus almost lost his hold on reality when Vadim's fingers traced his hole.
"Please," he whimpered.
Vadim kissed his nape and thrust two fingers into him at once, and that was all it took for him to spill in Vadim's other hand.
"Fuck," he whispered as Vadim smeared his fingers with cum and reinserted three of them, stretching Klaus even more. This was going to be quick and dirty, but Klaus wouldn't have it any other way. He'd needed this since the first night he'd spent in Vadim's cabin all those months ago.
Vadim removed his fingers, and Klaus whined at the loss. Vadim yanked Klaus's pants further down his legs and helped him kick them off, and then he was back, his cock pressing against Klaus's entrance. It burned, the way Klaus knew it would. Vadim was bigger than most, and Klaus loved every moment. He tried to help by pushing backward, but Vadim held him in place with a hand on his hip over the top of the shirt he hadn't bothered to remove. He would have to wash the shirt later, he was sure. He hoped Hannah didn't tease him too much.
Vadim groaned into his ear when he was fully seated. Klaus needed him to move, but he wouldn't, no matter how many times Klaus tightened and released his ass muscles in an attempt to move him along.
"Klaus." Vadim's voice was rough with desire. "Wait."
"Too close?" he teased. "You'll make the way easier for both of us if you come now."
"Hush." Vadim closed his fingers around Klaus's cock again, and Klaus groaned. "You're close, too. It's going to be fast, but not that fast."
"And then we'll do it again?"
"We aren't supposed to be doing it now," Vadim muttered.
Something about Vadim's insistence that they shouldn't be fucking only made Klaus want him more. "You prefer to bottom?" Klaus asked.
"We've had this conversation."
"Right. You're too good for sex, you never initiate kisses, and …" Klaus lost focus because Vadim chose that moment to pull back until the flare of his cock stretched his hole even wider. Then, he slammed forward with his full force. Klaus ended his sentence with a whine.
Vadim kissed Klaus's neck above the frilly collar of his shirt. Klaus drew his arms up, hooking one behind Vadim's head and caressing his cheek with the other.
"Fuck, Klaus." Vadim kissed his shoulder again. "I'm not going to last."
If Vadim kept sounding this sexy while snapping his hips just right to rub against Klaus's prostate with the perfect amount of friction, Klaus would come twice in the span it took Vadim to come once. Again. What was it about the man that had him hovering on the edge all the time?
"Oh fuck." From the exquisite pressure of Vadim's lips on his neck, crushing grip on his hips, and each thrust pounding his prostate, Klaus came again. He painted the crate with whatever was left in his balls.
Vadim released his cock and grabbed him around the waist, picking him up and plastering him to the crate as he grunted and shook through his release. Klaus had been mistreated before. With Vadim, he had never felt safer. Vadim's arm cushioned him from the wall and prevented any damage to his delicate parts. The rough wood scraped his chest, but the moment he recognized it, Vadim asked to heal it, and he agreed.
"I'm so sorry." Vadim placed him back on the floor on unsteady legs.
Klaus was the one who was sorry when Vadim's cock slid out of him. "I loved every moment," he said. "I like it rough."
