Precious - Roe Horvat Page 0,16
another small orgasm. Then his body decided it had enough and grew entirely limp. Travis spooned him on the kitchen floor, supporting Micah’s head with his arm, and tugged his shirt over them. With the last of his strength, Micah reached back and clutched Travis’s thigh. He never wanted the man to leave his body.
“Shh, sweetheart. I’m here.”
Another kiss, this time to the soft skin on his neck, and Micah sighed. He focused on the satisfying pressure inside him and fell asleep quickly.
He stirred awake to Travis’s fingers running up and down his arm. Eyes closed, he assessed his body, trying to decide if he was worn out or just sleepy. He felt mellow, completely relaxed, but not tired. He stretched. The skin on his inner thighs and between his ass cheeks was sticky with drying slick.
“Hey, sleepyhead.”
Travis’s deep voice rumbled in his ear, and Micah hummed with delight. He wiggled, and Travis tightened his hold on him. What was that in his ass? He stilled, then clenched his hole. Oh. Wetness, more than just slick. He reached back and dipped one finger into his opening. Cum. He was filled with Travis’s cum, his hole dripping with it.
“Micah, what’s wrong?”
His heart beat faster, but not with fear. With excitement. Arousal. And not the heat kind of arousal, just the plain, normal kind. He was full of another man’s cum, and it was hot. Was there more? Could they do something even more intense? Could Travis somehow fuck him even harder? Micah was still hungry. Ravenous even. He wanted to feel overfull, taken, and devoured. He wanted Travis’s cock to impale him brutally, hurt him deep inside, and then soothe the wound with creamy cum. And he wanted the scars to keep.
“I can feel your cum in me,” he whispered, unable to communicate the overwhelming mixture of awe and lust.
Travis sighed, and the waft of warm breath tickled Micah’s neck. A butterfly kiss under his ear.
“I pulled out just a few minutes ago. Do you want to shower?”
“No,” Micah blurted, and his cheeks warmed as he blushed. He carefully pushed a little deeper with his finger, finding more of the creamy liquid. “Feels good.”
“Show me?” Travis asked quietly, as if he was afraid to scare Micah with his request. But Micah wanted to share everything with Travis. He lifted his leg and spread himself open, and Travis shifted, sitting up.
A warm hand caressed his ass cheek and then pressed on his skin, exposing him further. Some part of him might have been ashamed, but this was Travis. Micah prodded his hole with his finger as Travis stared at the most private part of him with heated eyes and parted lips. The desire in the man’s face made Micah feel bold, and he dipped his finger deeper. Cum trickled out around the digit. Travis lifted his hand and traced Micah’s rim with his fingertip. Then he carefully pushed inside alongside Micah’s finger. Micah moaned at the stirring in his sensitized ass.
“Fuck, Micah. I wish you could see this.”
“Tell me.”
“Every part of you is stunning, sweetheart. But seeing your hole leaking my cum… You’re all pink and swollen. Your pucker is so soft, feels like cream and silk.” Travis tugged gently, putting a little pressure on his ring. Understanding what Travis wanted to do, Micah pulled in the opposite direction. They opened his hole with their fingers, and Travis growled. “God, Micah. Hold it just for a little while.”
It was so dirty. He held his asshole open for the man so he could look inside his body. Yet Travis was so tender, so reverent, as if Micah was showing him something uniquely beautiful.
“Micah, that’s heaven on earth. This tiny place right here. You have no idea what I feel whenever I’m in there.” With those words, Travis bent down and pressed an openmouthed kiss directly on Micah’s asshole. He removed Micah’s hand gently, hugged Micah’s hips and lifted them, then pressed his mouth fast on Micah’s opening. He tugged Micah’s folded body to him until only Micah’s head and shoulders stayed on the floor, his tail end in Travis’s strong arms.
Travis feasted on his hole. Overwhelmed, Micah could only whimper as Travis kissed his opening deeply, tongue delving inside, licking the rim, and suckling on Micah’s puffy, heat-swollen pucker. And then it washed over him, the unmistakable warmth, the fresh slickness, and the tingling in his cock and balls.
“Travis!”
Travis only hummed against his flesh, kissing his hole as if he was kissing him