Or the very real fact that a dick was up his ass.
Soon Scott established a nice steady pace, with Tad no longer needing the distraction.
Not too fast, not too slow, getting Tad used to Scott's intoxicating rhythm. The guy's hips moved like liquid sex. Each pump he delivered felt like rapture in a hole, each deep thrust like some raunchy dance. Every so often he'd shift those hips, hitting Tad's G from alternate angles. Which, of course, made Tad's dick weep with joy. Literally. The thing was leaking pre-cum like a motherfucking champ.
Scott groaned and leaned over him, bracing his hands beside Tad's head. Hot breath skittered between his blades, shooting a shiver of bliss up his spine, making his throbbing cock twitch. Soft lips made contact there next, kissing along his damp, heated skin. And then his tongue joined in. All the while, Scott kept on delivering those smooth and easy pumps. Tad panted, undulating. The way Scott's tongue was teasing those nerve-endings? Tad was about to lose his mind.
Scott rose back up. "Your body, Tad … " He moaned and gave a curt thrust. "I crave it." Another pump. "Can't get enough." Warm palms returned to Tad's hips, holding them in place as Scott slowly pulled back. Tad shuddered in anticipation. Scott didn't disappoint. His pelvis rocked forward and sank him deep. He repeated the action again and again. Easy withdraw, slick delve back home.
"Fuck," Tad cursed, each stroke driving his prostate insane, making his engorged cock roar with need. He fought not to thrust his own hips. And still Scott moved.
Slowly out … sink back in.
Lazy out … fell swoop in.
Scott growled restlessly and Tad couldn't help wondering how he stayed so controlled. Not that he wasn't grateful Scott wasn't pounding him ruthlessly. But if the roles were reversed? Without a doubt, Tad would be reeling with the need to get hammering.
Scott's hands slid to Tad's cheeks, pushing them up then spreading them wide. Tad winced as Scott hissed. "God, your ass is so sweet." Holding Tad open, he did a few more slow-and-easies then pulled his cock out completely. Tad moaned at the emptiness, but Scott didn't move away. Instead, he lingered tauntingly against Tad's hole. "Gonna watch my dick disappear again. Inside your tender hole." Way too slow, he slid inside, inch by torturous inch-no doubt, enjoying the show. Then, when just shy of the hilt, he shoved in hard and fast. His slam knocked the air from Tad's lungs in a rush.
"Fuck, yeah," Scott purred, retreating to do it again. "Wish you could see." Fast out, slow in. Again and again. Each round-trip ending with that hot pelvic-punch. "Shit, babe. I could watch this forever."
Tad writhed against the wall, his sweat-slick skin trying to cool him off. Scott's tantalizing tempo was making him mental. "Fuck, Scott-" Another finishing thrust. "Fuck!"
Scott panted out a laugh, unrelenting in his new-found fun. "Your pink little snatch is just so damn accommodating."
This time Tad laughed. "Shut. the fuck. up."
Scott answered with a "Mmm," then as if to appease, delivered a fast, uninterrupted pounding. Tad fisted the chains of his restraints, raw pleasure exploding from head to toe. Never in his life had he been so hyper-aware of every nerve in his body. His asshole, dick and nuts alone felt like they had a million each.
Scott paused, cursed roughly, then pistoned another set.
"Oh, fuck, Scott," Tad gasped. "Oh, fuck, yeah-Oh, fuck!"
Scott snarled, his pace accelerating as he plowed in reps of ten. The guy clearly had a thing for ten. Tad would've laughed if capable. But he wasn't-because he was too busy holding on for dear life. A staccato of grunts shot past his lips, punctuated by each rapid-fire thrust of Scott's hips.
Toes curled, fingers clenched.
But then Scott abruptly stopped and slid out, breathing hard. Tad sagged … until a delighted-sounding growl rumbled through the room. "Oh, hell," Scott murmured. "Look at that hole, staying a tiny bit open. Shit, I think it wants me back." His hands spread Tad wider and plunged back inside, as if wanting to see it again. He gave a couple thrusts then withdrew again. "Fuck," he mused. "So fucking hot." A few more hardy surges, then another full retreat. "Aw, Tad. You should see your shy little anus begging for my cock."
Tad cringed, mortified. Flushing under the scrutiny, he tried to clench his hole. Of course, Scott loved that, too. "Oh, shit. Do that again, babe. Make your ass wink at my dick."