Liked the way the nest of dark hair around Henry’s cock trapped his delicious scent. He kissed Henry’s inner thighs, his balls, his perineum, then dipped his tongue, just catching at Henry’s rim, making Henry gasp and Kit grin with satisfaction.
He delicately explored Henry with his lips and tongue while he deftly opened the bottle of oil, then leaned back to pour a thin stream onto Henry’s body, watching as it trickled down from his balls to his hole.
Kit caught the oil with his fingertips and anointed Henry’s hole, relishing every gasp and hiss from Henry’s lips. Slowly, he increased the pressure of his fingers, gently massaging the tight, tense muscle.
Henry’s moans were fast and rhythmic now, his hips working up and down, his torso arching and twisting with pleasure. He was loving this, Kit thought wonderingly.
Kit slowly pushed one finger into Henry’s hole—it seemed to greedily suck him in—and Henry’s eyes went wide.
“Oh God,” Henry moaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “More. Please, Kit, more.”
He took a second finger easily and a third without much trouble, despite the firm tension of his muscles, powerfully gripping Kit’s hand.
Soon, Kit was plunging three fingers in and out of Henry’s body, and Henry just kept begging for more.
“Give me your cock,” Henry begged. “Please, Kit. I need it.”
And suddenly, Kit couldn’t think of a single reason why he should hold back a moment longer.
He scrabbled up onto his knees and found the oil again, pouring another thin stream over his own cock this time, taking a few short but necessary moments to ready himself and line his shaft up with Henry’s body.
“Are you sure about this?” he somehow managed to grit out.
“Yes, fuck me, please,” Henry begged.
So Kit did. He pressed his cock into Henry’s body in one long, demanding thrust that made the other man cry out, then breathe hard for several long moments.
Hell, he’d gone too hard.
“Are you all right?” Kit gasped quickly, stilling.
“Yes. Just… getting used to it. Please, that was good—don’t stop.”
Thank God, Kit thought, because truthfully, he had no idea how to stop. It felt astonishingly good to be inside Henry, to thrust his cock into Henry’s big, strong body without holding back anything.
As he began to move again, he became entranced by Henry’s uninhibited response. He couldn’t believe how open the man was. Other than that initial cry, he’d shown no signs of discomfort or even embarrassment. The panting moans that fell from his lips and the flush that bloomed on his upper chest and throat made it clear he was enjoying this.
“Christ, Henry,” Kit breathed, staring at him with wonder. “You were made for this. Made for my cock.”
Henry groaned again at that, and his thighs strained up. “I want to—” he began, then stared at Kit pleadingly.
“Shall I free you?”
“Just my ankles,” Henry said. “Please.”
Kit pulled out, smiling at Henry’s swift protest, and quickly undid the buckles on Henry’s ankles, before leaning forward again to massage the tight muscle briefly with his fingers, then push his hips forward and plunge into Henry’s body again.
Henry’s eyes rolled up at that, and he lifted his legs, tightening them round Kit’s waist as Kit began to fuck him in earnest, his hips slamming forward.
When Henry came, it was sudden and shocking. His cock had been pulsing between their bellies for a while, leaking a steady stream of fluid, and then suddenly it was erupting in thick, creamy pulses and Henry was gasping, “Oh, fuck! Oh, Kit, I’m coming—no, don’t stop, keep fucking me, please!”
So Kit did. He kept fucking till Henry’s long climax finally ended and he fell back on the mattress, his legs slack now, gasping for air. Only then did Kit let himself go, let his own crisis roll over him, yanking an orgasm from his balls so strong his vision greyed as he came deep into Henry’s body, shouting out some sort of absurd war cry of dominance and possession.
The sudden wetness of his own seed inside Henry’s body made him feel ridiculously pleased. He found he wanted to stay inside Henry, to keep his seed there, painting Henry’s insides, owning him somehow. It was stupid and primitive and made him feel rather silly, but there it was. It seemed that Henry had unleashed something—or someone—quite primitive inside Kit, and he wasn’t quite sure what to do with this surprising side of himself.
Eventually, though, as his cock softened and Henry began to shift beneath him, Kit had no choice but to extricate himself. Lifting