"I think you're ready, beautiful."
"Don't think," Tad panted. "Know."
"Mm."
Slowly Scott removed his fingers and stepped away. The retreat left Tad feeling strangely empty. Cool air assailed his back door. He shuddered. Scott had been so warm. A package ripping open flittered past his ears. A condom. Tad let go of another relieved breath. He was really starting to like this guy.
And then Scott was back, his hot body pressed to Tad's. "So fucking hard for you." His incredibly low timbre vibrated up Tad's spine. Tad shivered. How could a mere murmur do that to him? On the other hand, maybe he didn't want to know.
Scott palmed his cheek and spread him nice and wide. His other hand, Tad presumed, was gripping Scott's ready cock. A lubed, firm head nudged Tad's entrance.
Scott sucked in a breath. "Can't wait to watch my cock disappear inside you."
Tad moaned, envisioning things from Scott's point of view. And fuck if it didn't make his own dick reel.
"You know what to do, babe."
Holding his breath, Tad braced and bore down. Scott's crown began breaching him, spreading him so much wider than before. Oh shit. Too big. Tad stiffened, a spike of fresh fear roaring to life. Everything went still.
"Relax," Scott rasped before cursing. "Fuck, you're tight. Push out, baby, just like before."
Warily Tad did, and holy shit, it stung like a mother. The guy must be huge. Thank fuck Tad hadn't seen his dick. He'd have chickened the fuck out and opted for more flogging. Slowly, so slowly, Scott pressed himself deeper, Tad's pucker protesting around his thick, blunt head.
"Almost … past … the ring," Scott grunted.
Tad's jaw dropped. That was it? Son of a bitch. He pushed harder. The ridge of Scott's crown slipped past with a snick, and damn, if the sound wasn't sensual as shit. Too bad he couldn't savor it longer. At the moment he was more than a little busy struggling not to squirm.
Scott moaned, both hands anchoring on Tad's hips. "Past the hard part. All downhill from here."
"Yeah?" Tad panted.
"Eh. Not really."
Tad rolled his eyes, then winced as Scott eased himself deeper. The further he sank, the more restless Tad became. Already he felt unbearably full, but knew Scott was far from done. Thankfully, though his slick ring continued to strain, the burn never got too bad.
Scott's crown reached Tad's prostate, but didn't stop, instead grinding across it as it made its way by. "Unnngh-UH!" The last of Tad's groan came out on a burst. Licking bliss tore up his channel and straight into his dick. Blood pumped furiously along the veins of his shaft, his sac fighting futilely to lift. But that fucking ball ring wouldn't yield at all. Tad grimaced, pelvis writhing.
Scott growled and gripped his hips tighter. "Fuck, Tad. The way your ass is letting me in … Accepting me … Swallowing me down … I've never seen anything so hot."
Tad moaned, his bound hands fisting open and closed. No way could he formulate a response right now. Even if just to say thanks. He was pretty sure that was a compliment, after all. He'd have to store Scott's sentiments away and contemplate them later.
Scott's groin and thighs pressed up against Tad's ass, his shuddering exhale reaching Tad's back. Tad hissed, suddenly so jam-packed he was almost afraid to move.
"To the hilt," Scott grunted. "Can't see my dick at all."
"Just," Tad panted, "give me a sec."
"Yeah," Scott groaned, hands impatiently kneading Tad's hips. "Shit. You're so fucking tight."
Tad shifted his pelvis, shuffled his feet, trying to find his bearings or at least a better stance. He had a feeling, though, that there wasn't such a thing-just a whole lot of overwhelming fullness to get used to.
Scott's warm hands settled on his shoulder blades. Tad closed his eyes at the contact. His touch oddly grounded him, despite the sting it brought from his earlier flogging. But even that didn't feel as harsh-probably because his brain was distracted from being so crammed and stretched. To the fucking max.
He tried to widen his stance as much as his restraints would allow, which wasn't too much. Anything to find some relief. Strong thumbs slid between his shoulder blades and slowly started to circle. Tad tried to force his body to ease … until Scott applied the perfect amount of pressure to exactly the perfect spot. Tad's sweet spot e-zone shot to life. He arched in pleasure with a throaty cry, inadvertently raising his ass. Scott quickly withdrew then thrust back in.
Tad froze, his mouth falling open. "Oh fuck."
Scott chuckled breathlessly. "Oh fuck yeah, you mean."
Tad fought feverishly to stay relaxed. It wasn't easy with Scott thumbing his "zone" atop everything else. Without warning, Scott repeated his trick, teasing that spot yet again. Tad bowed with a grunt, ass-end shooting high like before. Scott growled, reared back, then surged forward fast. Tad's fingers scrambled to grip the wall. His stretched hole stung, but his channel was electrified with pleasure. Scott's dual-sensation tactic had worked rather well, allowing Tad to adjust without focusing solely on the pain.