Another deep surge. More flagrant trembles.
"I love it," Scott rumbled. "Gets me going something fierce." He sucked Tad's earlobe into his mouth. "Get loud or I'll make you myself."
Tad wanted to scowl, but the pleasure Scott was unloading made it hard to feel anything but need. Dire and raw. Urgent and vital. His cock and balls were ready to explode as it was. "Yeah," he strained. "Yeah, okay. Just don't stop."
Scott's growl turned ragged as he pressed himself close, pinning Tad firmly to the wall. "Hold on, babe. It's gonna get rough." He chuckled breathlessly against Tad's neck. "Which means you're gonna get wild."
Tad groaned warily, even as his dick twitched with anticipation. If he got any wilder, he might stroke out... or pull a joint out of socket.
"Don't you worry," Scott soothed, as if sensing his stress. "I've got you. Just let it all go." He gave a couple frisky thrusts. "Oh, but just so you know: I love the bite of my name on your tongue. How you belt it out like a curse." Tad could sense him grinning. Wickedly. "Gimme lots of that and I'll make you come fast."
Tad shivered at his lewd request. Scott nipped his ear then swiftly got busy, starting out with some curt, shallow pumps. It teased Tad's entrance and gave his prostate a break. And fuck, the way Scott's wash-board abs were rubbing Tad's cock? Blissing out, his eyes rolled back into his head. Absolute fucking heaven.
But soon the thrusts accelerated … then grew even faster still. Shockwaves of ecstasy tore through Tad's ass, blitzing his balls and inflating his cock. His mind and body went bat-shit-crazy, just like Tad knew it would.
"Ah!" Tad barked, fresh tremors racking his frame. "Y-y-you asshole. That's it. G-g-get your dick out of my ass."
Scott laughed again. "Mm." He gave Tad's cheek a rough, teasing peck, then slowly slid himself out. Both moaned through the entire withdrawal. Scott eased Tad to the ground. "You good to stand?" Tad nodded. "You want your blindfold off?" Tad paused … then shook his head. A soft chuckle met his ears. "Alright."
Scott's body heat abruptly departed, random noises following suit; feet padding around, then a condom peeling off, drawers opening and closing, thick cloth rubbing against firm muscle. But when Scott returned to clean Tad, too, Tad shifted and shook his head. "I can do that."
"True." He brought a water bottle to Tad's lips, then fumbled to unbuckle his restraints. Tad groaned in relief as his arms dropped down, circulation resuming its natural course. Scott chuckled and pressed the cloth to Tad's abs.
"Here."
He moved away again to, by the sound of it, get dressed. The music was next to shut off. "You want to take a shower before you go? We've got one down here for our clients. Cool water's fantastic after a good flogging."
Tad wiped at his torso-still blindfolded. Because he didn't have the balls to see the evidence of what he'd just done. With another man. Consensually. It'd make things too real. Too implicating. Too soon. "Ah … no thanks," he mumbled. "I really should go. Don't want to overstay my welcome."
Scott chuckled. "Yeah." He paused. "But just for the record, you never could."
Tad went quiet at that, then turned his back and reluctantly removed his blindfold. He eyed the length of fabric. Ironic how it'd served a far greater purpose than merely "enhancing sensations." It'd been a shield, a bubble, a kind of free pass. Which had made it easier for Tad to give in, allowing him to enjoy the most intense sexual experience of his twenty-four-year existence. His dick twitched in remembrance.
Scott opened the door, jerking Tad from his musings. He cleared his throat and quickly got dressed, grimacing fiercely with each article he donned. Wow, his backside stung like a bitch. His skin felt tight, his snug clothes making a dull burn rise. Or maybe the burn was always there, he'd just been too distracted to notice. His asshole protested its post-tortured state. Tad winced at the pleasure-laced ache. He had a feeling that, for the next couple days, every step he took was going to remind him of Scott. And oddly, he didn't mind the prospect.
Fully clothed, he turned around. Scott was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching him intently. His cheeks were pink and his skin looked damp. And though his spikey hair looked casually disheveled, his dark eyes simmered hot with satisfaction. "Hey," he murmured, lips slowly curling up.