Page 82 of Primary Seduction
“Well, I know I can’t give you everything you need, so I assumed…”
“You assumed I’d go to someone else?” Max sounded hurt by that.
“Well, yes. I know it’s what you need sometimes, and although I don’t like the idea, I’d prefer you to get what you need that you can’t get from me.”
“I don’t know whether to be comforted by that statement or upset.”
“Why?” Trent was confused now.
“Because you’re basically giving me permission to fuck someone else!” Max’s voice went hard. “If you don’t want me, then you need to be clear now, Trent. I’m not in this for shits and giggles, you know.”
“Fuck, no, that’s not what I meant. Shit, I can’t explain properly. Max, I love you. There is no doubt in my mind that I love you. But I know you need things I can’t give you, like BDSM. I wouldn’t know where to start with it, other than ordering you around, and I know that’s not what it’s about. I don’t want you to miss out on those things, so if I have to share you with the likes of Frederick,” he tried to keep his voice even, “then I will do whatever is best for you.”
Max was silent for a minute, just staring at him. Then he smiled and snuggled into his chest again. “You silly man. Whatever is best for me? That is you. You are best for me. Everything else is background noise. Forget about the clubs, I won’t be going to them anymore.”
Trent was shocked. “But what about your needs.”
“I can work with what we do. Maybe I can show you a few things, but if you don’t like them, then it doesn’t matter.”
“But it’s part of who you are,” Trent argued.
“It is, but I can deal with it. I can’t deal with being with a person that’s not you. The clubs stop. End of.”
They were quiet for a moment before Trent felt Max kiss his chest, then move and tongue around his nipple. “Someone’s feeling horny.”
“I always am around you,” Max replied, moving to his other nipple.
“We need to keep the noise down this time…fuck!” Trent said through gritted teeth.
“We can certainly try, can’t we?” Max joked as he used the tip of his tongue to flick repeatedly against the tip of his nipple, making Trent feel it in his cock.
Trent grabbed hold of Max’s head and pulled him up to kiss, instantly frantic to get closer to the man he loved. As their lips met, he wrapped his arms around Max, holding him close. Their talk had left him a little rattled, and he wasn’t so sure that Max could just switch off his needs, even though he said he’d be fine. Trent didn’t want half of Max, he wanted the whole of Max.
Max swung a leg over Trent’s body to straddle him, then ground their cocks together. With how tight Trent held him, Max didn’t have much room to move so Trent let go a little, though didn’t leave his lips. He gentled the kiss, thrusting and withdrawing his tongue, tangling them together, then pressing their lips together once more. Eventually, they came up for air, but Trent didn’t want to stop, so cradling Max’s face in one hand, he trailed kisses up Max’s jaw, down his neck and across his shoulder, leaving little bites along the way.
He felt Max reach for something—a condom and the lube probably—but he kept touching and kissing him. One hand smoothed down Max’s back to his cheeks, feeling the sweat beginning to bead on his skin, squeezing and raking his fingernails across the surface and making Max thrust forward.
“Fuck, Trent. You feel so good.” Max kept up his thrusting rhythm, sliding their cocks alongside each other, smashing them between their bodies. “Lube…take me.”
Trent got harder with the whispered plea, and he grabbed the lube, flicked it open and put some on his fingers. He’d had to let go of Max’s head to do it, and Max took the opportunity to return the favour, biting and licking his way across Trent’s body. Max groaned against his skin when he smeared the lube around Max’s hole, pressing gently against it. Max must have bored down because a finger slipped in easily, and Max’s groan increased, Trent hearing it even pressed against Trent’s chest as he was.
It wasn’t as easy to prepare him from this position, but Trent loved the idea of Max riding them to completion, so he wasn’t going to change a thing. He’d just be extra careful to make sure he didn’t hurt him when he finally entered him.
Thrusting the finger in and out, Trent allowed Max time before adding a second, to which Max bit down on Trent’s pec and thrust his hips forwards again. Shortly after, Max fucked himself back onto Trent’s fingers, their cocks slipping nicely together.
Adding a third finger, increased Max’s thrusting and quiet chanting. “Fuck, Trent, please fuck me, please. I need you. Fuck me. God!”
Having mercy, to Max and himself, he reached between them to his cock, ripped open the condom and slid it on. Slicking it up, he sat Max upright to get a better position. “Jesus Christ, Max, you look decadent like that.” Max was glassy eyed, flushed, messy-haired and breathing hard—the picture of sex.
“Please. Please, Trent.”
He couldn’t deny that, so he held his cock steady against Max’s ass and held his hip with his other hand. Max slowly lowered himself until he was sat against Trent’s hips, and Trent’s eyes rolled into the back of his head.
“Fucking hell, that feels good.” Max swivelled his hips in a circle, making him go cross-eyed. “Ah, god!” He tried to be quiet, but he couldn’t help it; it felt amazing. “Fuck yourself on me, Max. Ride me. Now,” he demanded when Max didn’t move fast enough.
Trent felt Max’s posture straighten, then placing his hands on Trent’s chest, began to lift and fall on Trent’s cock, whimpering each time. The vision of Max on top of him and his cock disappearing in Max’s body had Trent nearing his climax quickly. He didn’t want to go fast though. “Slow down. That’s it. Make it last for us. We’re not coming for a while yet.” He didn’t know where this was coming from, but Trent liked the idea of making them wait for the orgasms.
He placed one hand on Max’s upper back and one on his ass cheek and pulled him forward until he was laid against him. He moved him so Max could still fuck himself, but it was shallower and would hopefully take longer. Never normally into prolonging orgasm, Trent found a new respect for those that were. It was not easy slowing things down when his body demanded satisfaction. Several times, he felt Max begin to move faster and Trent followed until he realised then took a breath and slowed them down again.
