and kissed him, if that could even be called a kiss. It felt like Castien was trying to consume him, to devour him, to get inside of him through his mouth, the kiss so hungry and intense that it quickly overwhelmed Eridan. He could only take it, sucking happily on his Master’s tongue and moaning in utter bliss.
He slipped a hand between them and jerked Castien’s fly open. When his hand closed around Castien’s thick, leaking cock, he groaned, his hole tingling. There was still no slick, but at this point Eridan kind of didn’t care. He wanted him inside. Castien’s cock was coated with lubrication, which betrayed how aroused he was. It would be enough. It would be more than enough.
“Fuck me,” he whispered against Castien’s mouth. “Want you inside of me.”
Castien shuddered on top of him, his erection becoming even harder in Eridan’s hand.
What happened next surprised him. Eridan had expected that Castien would simply take his pants off and stick it in, but Castien stripped him completely and then just stared at his naked body with glazed eyes.
It made Eridan feel beautiful and wanted, his skin tingling and his cock aching. He spread his legs and said, “Master.”
Apparently, that was enough to make Castien move. He trailed kisses down Eridan’s neck, sucking bruises into his skin and then licking his nipples. He sucked on them for a while, making Eridan whimper breathlessly. His nipples had always been so very sensitive, and when he’d jerked off, he’d always imagined his Master sucking on them. The reality was better than any fantasy. Each gentle suckle seemed directly connected to his cock and his hole. Soon, Eridan was writhing under Castien, clawing his back and holding Castien’s mouth against his nipples.
Finally, his Master moved lower, his lips tracing his abdominal muscles, and then lower. Eridan cried out as Castien took his hard cock into his mouth and sucked.
“Be quiet or someone might hear us,” Castien told him telepathically, bobbing his head up and down, his mouth relentless and wet.
Eridan couldn’t be quiet. He had to bite his own hand to muffle the sounds he was making, his other hand burying in his Master’s hair and pushing him down on his cock. It felt so good.
But soon, it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed something else.
As if hearing his thoughts, Castien pulled off his cock and moved his mouth lower, kissing and nipping the insides of his thighs. His stubble scratched the sensitive skin there, making Eridan whine in mild discomfort and sharp pleasure. He moaned as Castien’s tongue finally pressed against his hole. He had always been extremely sensitive there, too. It felt weird not to feel himself getting slick, but the pleasure wasn’t any less. He loved getting eaten out, and from how often his Master had done this to him, he knew Castien enjoyed going down on him, too. It felt unbelievably good, his hole quivering at every touch of that wet, glorious tongue. Burying his hand in Castien’s hair, Eridan tried to pull him deeper, tried to impale himself on that tongue—and failed. He sobbed out, wanting to be filled, needing it so badly he could barely focus on anything but more-now-cock-Master.
“Patience,” Castien’s voice said in his mind. Slicking his fingers with lubrication from Eridan’s cock, he pushed two fingers in, making Eridan moan in relief. It was better but still nowhere near enough.
“I’m ready,” he snapped. “Just put it in, Master!”
Castien didn’t listen.
It felt like he tortured him for hours, stretching him with two and then three fingers, his mouth alternating between sucking Eridan’s cock and kissing his sensitive thighs.
Finally, after what felt like forever, Castien pushed his cock into him.
Eridan moaned in relief, his hole squeezing him greedily. He dug his fingernails into his Master’s muscular back as Castien bottomed out. “Kiss me,” he said.
Castien leaned down, folding him in half, and kissed him hungrily. Eridan sighed in bliss and kissed back, feeling embarrassingly needy. His Master started moving in him, the girth of him so satisfying that every slow thrust made Eridan moan against Castien’s mouth. He could feel that Castien was trying to be gentle, but his body was getting tenser with every moment.
“Come on, I can take it,” Eridan murmured, nipping on Castien’s bottom lip. “I can take everything you give me, Master.”
Castien shuddered, his heavy body driving harder into him, his cock practically pounding him into the couch.
Eridan was distantly aware of the whines leaving his mouth, shameless and slutty,