Tad frowned, not sure how he felt about that. He supposed it was a good thing. At least it wasn't some medical condition. And he couldn't argue; his body's crazy responses did hit euphoric. On the other hand, it also turned him into a mindless, seismic sex fiend.
Scott laughed and stroked him more firmly. "God, Tad. Stop thinking so much. You should see your brooding face. Even with that blindfold, I can see your mind churning away."
Tad exhaled. "I think I'm … just overwhelmed." He rocked his cock into Scott's fist, sending flames sizzling down his shaft. And straight into his balls. A strained moan parted his lips. "And fuck, I really need to come. Can't you make it happen soon?"
Scott's hand slowed, then stopped completely. "Of course I can," he breathed. "Doesn't mean I want to." His voice had dipped unbearably low. So much so, Tad actually wished he could see the guy's face. Scott's hips slowed then withdrew as he lowered Tad's legs and propped his heels back on the ledge. "I need to do one more thing. I swear it'll be the last."
The wall kicked back on and started to rise. But before it got far, Scott was back. He hooked Tad's calves back over his shoulders and shoved in his freshly lubed cock. Tad barely winced; after so many re-applies, his ass was obscenely slick. The ensuing sounds of wet, slapping flesh only made him that much hornier.
Scott palmed Tad's ass, gave it a squeeze, then spread Tad for another thrust. Tad grunted, shifting to accommodate the rigid invasion. This close he could feel Scott's breath on his face, could smell their sex wafting off his skin. Musky and raw, sweaty and rich. One man's passion mixed with another's. As crazy as it was, it made Tad's mouth water.
By the time the wall stopped, Scott's rhythm was rocking steady. Unabashed, he grunted against Tad's ear. Tad tried to regulate his own shallow breathing, but with Scott's cock plugging him incessantly, it wasn't an easy feat. He was systematically unravelling Tad's sanity, each thrust undulating his ass and lighting up his cock.
Tad gripped the chains of his restraints, using them to maneuver-like pull ups-to meet Scott's heady pumps. Their new position definitely made his efforts easier … but it also made him curious.
"Why," he gasped, fighting back fresh shutters, "d-did you readjust this thing?"
Scott pressed his face against Tad's neck. "Need closer," he breathed, rocking his pelvis away and then back.
In truth, his answer should have pissed Tad off-or at least made him somewhat uncomfortable. After all, things were already way too personal. Scott's sensual admission wasn't helping. But as his body pressed against Tad, moaning and impassioned, Tad couldn't force himself to mind. He supposed if Scott's words were spoken under different circumstances-like when his dick wasn't prodding Tad's tonsils-Tad could muster the gumption to care. But they were, so he couldn't. Besides, despite everything, "closer" kind of felt right.
Hell, a lot of things were feeling pretty "right" at the moment. Incredible, even. Fucking amazing. Scott's plunges were coming faster, penetrating further, if that was even possible. Tad hadn't thought so until Scott speared him exceptionally deep.
His body bucked wildly against his will. "Oh, fuck yeah! Oh shit, Scott! Oh fuck!" It felt like his prostate had just doubled in size … and tripled in sensitivity. Which of course was now giving his junk quite a charge. He shuddered and shook as fire licked up his spine.
"Shit, yeah," Scott snarled. "I love when you quake. Turns me on so fucking bad." He pistoned harder-making Tad's entire frame shake that much worse.
"Sh-sh-sh-shit," Tad cried, biceps straining, wrists twisting, hands fisting into rigid balls. Unhinged like this, he wished he could cling to something stable. Anything to anchor and keep him grounded. Even the body of his merciless tormentor. Still shuddering, his legs slipped off Scott's shoulders and caught in the crooks of his elbows.
Scott growled in approval, seeming to like the unexpected change. His hands slid up Tad's back, emerging to grip his shoulders from behind. For leverage. Tad braced himself. Only one reason a guy needed that kind of a hold; when he planned to deliver a pounding.
"You ready?" Scott panted. "To prove you're not shy?"
Ah, crud. Tad squirmed, but didn't reply. He really didn't like the sound of that question and sure as shit didn't want to answer. His obstinacy earned him a chastising thrust.
"Well?" Scott rasped.
Tad groused. "What's with your need for vocal expression?"