Chapter 7
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Michael sat on the edge of the bed and slowly stretched all of his limbs - well, except for the arm that still wore a light cast. His head no longer hurt, which was nice. He became aware of someone standing in the doorway, and looked up to see Damien lounging there. “Hey, Michael. Looking much better,” he commented with a sly smile.
“I feel better,” he agreed.
Damien strolled into the room, his walk slinky and sensual. “That’s good,” he purred. “Because I’ve been going crazy, waiting for you to recover. It’s been awful.”
Michael’s lips turned up in a slight smile. “All of four days. How HAVE you survived?” he commented dryly.
Damien shook his head. “I’m a man who is used to getting some regularly,” he pointed out. “Besides, it’s been more than four days. I haven’t gotten laid since I propositioned you in my office and you turned me down. It’s been WEEKS. It’s a wonder I’m not insane, really.”
Michael chuckled as Damien straddled his hips. “Try going without for a few years,” he said as his good hand settled at Damien’s waist, and he looked up into the green eyes.
Damien grimaced. “No,” he replied firmly. “I’d kill myself first. Though I’m really glad that YOU didn’t kill yourself,” he added, leaning forward.
They kissed, at first a soft brushing of lips that quickly turned into a voracious locking of lips. Damien wriggled in his lap, rubbing himself against Michael’s crotch. He bit at Michael’s lower lip as he pulled away, and the sharp sting made his breath come short and his cock surge. Damien’s eyes were sparkling, and he licked at the bitten lip sensually. “Ready to hurt me, Michael?” he breathed. “And for me to hurt you?”
“Yeah,” he said simply. Then he paused. “Thank you, Damien,” he went on soberly.
Damien blinked. “For what?” he asked in puzzlement.
Michael sighed. “Most people would run scared from the things I need,” he began somberly. “And that’s not just a theory - I tried dating after I came back from the war, and the guy I was going out with freaked out when I asked him to hurt me. He looked at me like I was some kind of horrible alien thing, and he left. I never saw him again. Then I tried some S&M, but the thing is…”
“You’re pain specific,” Damien broke in, his expression shrewd. “You’re not interested in bondage and leather and dominance/submission games. And there aren’t a ton of people out there who JUST want pain in a kinky relationship. Your psychological quirk is kind of unique.”
Michael nodded at his understanding. “Yes,” he replied. “I’d given up any hope when you came along…”
Damien laughed lightly, running his hands down Michael’s bare chest possessively. “Hope springeth eternal,” he murmured as he bent his head. “As does my erection,” he added wickedly, just before he latched onto Michael’s left nipple and bit delicately at it with his sharp teeth.
Michael grunted, his hand fisting in Damien’s hair. Muffled laughter, then Damien nibbled at the bitten nipple lightly. He laved it with his tongue, making Michael’s breathing deepen. “One thing I like is that I don’t have to deal with your clothes,” Damien remarked as he slid off of Michael’s lap. “Just mine,” and he began to strip, taking his own sweet time and giving Michael a show - which he greatly appreciated.
Damien’s body was lithe and beautiful, covered in smooth pale skin. He stretched his arms over his head, showing off for Michael. “Mmm, I feel good,” he purred, letting his hands drift down his own body in a slow, sensual caress. His fingertips latched onto his own nipples, and he twisted them in a leisurely fashion. “Ah, that hurts,” he gasped, but his voice was full of passion rather than pain. Michael felt his body throb in reaction to this sight. Damien looked into his eyes. “Do you want to hurt me, too, Michael?” he asked.
“Yes,” he groaned, and Damien grinned whitely as he stepped closer and leaned forward.
“Be my guest,” he told Michael.
His good hand lifted, and he ran his thumb over the slightly swollen nub of Damien’s left nipple. Then he pinched it tightly between thumb and forefinger, twisting it just hard enough to make Damien give forth a gasp and arch his back a little. “Mmm, I like that,” he hissed, and Michael shuddered. His cock was so hard it almost hurt.
Damien suddenly pushed him backward on the bed, but before he could protest this action he crawled onto it and positioned himself so that his head was near the sheet covered Michael’s crotch and his lovely white ass was practically in Michael’s face. “I’ve been a bad boy,” he crooned, wriggling it temptingly. “I think I need a spanking.”
Michael caressed and cupped the white cheeks, squeezing at them. Damien, meanwhile, had lifted the sheet and was making appreciative noises over his cock. “Ah, big boy,” he breathed, then something warm and wet took him in.
Michael groaned and brought his hand down on Damien’s ass cheek, hard. A muffled sound echoed around his cock, and the vibration tore a gasp from his throat. He did it again, loving the sight of a red palm print appearing on the pale skin as Damien sucked him with even more enthusiasm each time he struck a blow. He tried not to strike too hard, because he didn’t want to damage Damien. But it felt so good, to make those red marks appear and make Damien’s ass wriggle and twist. The cries muffled around the length of his cock excited him even more. He lowered his hand and slapped at Damien’s balls, drawing a near-shriek for his troubles. Fingertips suddenly closed over HIS balls, pinching and scraping. It was too much for a man who’d been deprived for far too long. Michael bucked his hips upward, and shot his load into Damien’s eel-like mouth in a rush.
Damien looked over his shoulder at Michael. He deliberately licked at his lips, gathering the last bit of semen. “Mmm, mmm, good,” he purred. “You liked spanking me, didn’t you, you dirty boy?”
“Yes,” he replied, as Damien slid away and turned toward him. He made a slight sound of pain as he did so. He rubbed at his excoriated ass, through the gesture seemed more of a come-on than anything else. “I’m sorry,” Michael said seriously. “For coming too fast…”
Damien shrugged. “You couldn’t help it,” he replied. “Besides, something tells me I’ll be able to get you up again pretty quickly.” he went on as he straddled Michael’s waist(facing forward this time) and looked down at him. “All I’ve got to do is hurt you,” he murmured as he leaned forward.
Leaning on his arms for support, Damien proceeded to lick and bite at Michael’s chin, jaw line, and throat. He sucked harshly in several places, leaving visible hickies to mark his path. Michael lay still, sensing that this was Damien’s show and he wouldn’t appreciate someone else trying to join in right now. He watched the lovely but deadly creature making his way slowly downward, grunting at several painful bites that nearly broke skin.
Damien’s green eyes rolled up to meet his as he arrived at Michael’s nipples. He smiled, a slow, terrible thing that might have made many men apprehensive - but only made Michael feel anticipation coil in his belly.
Damien extended his tongue and licked lightly at Michael’s right nipple. He laved a circle around the nub, then latched onto it with his teeth. Holding it securely, he met Michael’s eyes once more as he began to slowly grind down. His teeth closed more and more tightly, and Michael groaned as they threatened to break the skin and draw blood. Harder and harder, the pain growing more intense…he arched off the bed, caught in the web of Damien’s seduction and getting the thing that he needed the most.
Damien stopped just short of making him bleed, backing off. He lapped at the now swollen and red nipple again, soothing it a little. He writhed atop Michael’s body, rubbing skin against skin. “See? I told you,” he remarked smugly, and Michael became aware that his cock was hard again already.
Damien made a happy sound and slid downward, kissing Michael’s stomach briefly before he went for Michael’s cock again. He licked the length of it, his hand gripping the base. Then he purred softly, and BIT Michael’s cock! He jumped, crying out hoarsely, at the sharp pain. His cock surged, precum dripping out of it. Damien licked at it happily, like a cat.
Suddenly he slid off the bed and padded away to fetch a bag that Michael hadn’t noticed before. He picked it up and opened the bag, rummaging around in it. He turned around once again, holding a shiny foil packet and a tube of lubrication in his hands. “I’m like a boy scout: I come prepared,” he told Michael with a sexy smile. “I’m going to ride you like a racehorse,” he added, his green eyes lidded.
He walked back to the bed, and Michael didn’t find the strength to sit up. He obviously didn’t need to; Damien had everything well in hand. He crawled up onto the bed and sat up on his knees, opening the tube and smearing the lube onto his fingers. He reached behind himself and thrust two fingers into his own ass, making a small sound as his hand brushed over his reddened skin. “Yess,” he hissed, moving his hips to drive his fingers deeper into himself.
Michael reached out, since Damien was in arm’s length, and grasped the excited cock twitching between Damien’s slender thighs. He pulled at it, tugging a little, his fingers stroking it. Damien rocked his hips harder, gasping as he thrust three fingers into himself harshly. “Shit, I need to be fucked,” he groaned, pulling them free. “Now!”
He pounced on Michael like an excited cat, and a condom covered his cock before he could blink. Damien settled on his lap, his slender hand stroking lube onto Michael’s cock even as he moved to position himself. He looked down into Michael’s eyes as he found the mark and began to push backward, taking him in. Michael made a small sound as Damien sank down upon him, taking him into hot tightness. Damien jinked his hips, filling himself completely. “That’s better,” he remarked happily.
Muscles clenched hard around him, milking the length of him. Damien’s nostrils flared as he began to moved, a rhythmic swaying. “Michael,” he gasped. “Pinch my tits. Make me suffer,” he ground out.
Michael’s hand lifted, and he did as directed. He pulled and twisted at Damien’s pink nipples, making Damien ride him harder and faster as he panted and gasped atop Michael. He swayed like a serpent, the tendons in his neck standing out as he threw his head back. “Yes!” he wailed.
Michael ground his teeth together. Damien was a talented creature; he used his muscles to stroke and milk Michael’s cock, and he could feel another orgasm rising up inside of him already. He let go of Damien’s nipple and slid his hand down the white stomach, grabbing a hold of his quivering cock instead. He tightened his grip and twisted a little, just enough to cause a bit of pain. Damien yelped and shook, and his cock began to spray semen all over Michael’s belly and chest as he shuddered hopelessly. “ooo, fucckkk!!” he screamed.
Michael groaned, pushing upward with his hips. Damien continued to ride him in a leisurely fashion, not quite enough to make him come. He panted, his head hanging, though his hips corkscrewed slowly. His hands slid through the white trails on Michael’s skin, gathering up his own semen. He lifted one hand to his lips and stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking at it. His lidded eyes met Michael’s, and his pink tongue laved his own finger as he cleaned his come from his skin. Damien began to pant again, and his muscles squeezed relentlessly over the length of Michael’s cock. Suddenly he shivered and his ass muscles convulsed, though nothing came out of his cock. He was having an anal orgasm. The feel of it drove Michael to his own end finally, and he clenched his teeth as he shot inside of Damien’s tight body.
Damien stilled atop of him, slumped over and breathing heavily. “Uhh,” he moaned, still not moving. “That was fucking awesome, Michael,” he gasped.
He had to agree. The green eyes, content and full of satisfaction, met his own. “You can hurt me anytime you want, baby,” Damien purred.
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A/N: Some nice reviews for hot and nasty lovin'? - :) DL
Michael sat on the edge of the bed and slowly stretched all of his limbs - well, except for the arm that still wore a light cast. His head no longer hurt, which was nice. He became aware of someone standing in the doorway, and looked up to see Damien lounging there. “Hey, Michael. Looking much better,” he commented with a sly smile.
“I feel better,” he agreed.
Damien strolled into the room, his walk slinky and sensual. “That’s good,” he purred. “Because I’ve been going crazy, waiting for you to recover. It’s been awful.”
Michael’s lips turned up in a slight smile. “All of four days. How HAVE you survived?” he commented dryly.
Damien shook his head. “I’m a man who is used to getting some regularly,” he pointed out. “Besides, it’s been more than four days. I haven’t gotten laid since I propositioned you in my office and you turned me down. It’s been WEEKS. It’s a wonder I’m not insane, really.”
Michael chuckled as Damien straddled his hips. “Try going without for a few years,” he said as his good hand settled at Damien’s waist, and he looked up into the green eyes.
Damien grimaced. “No,” he replied firmly. “I’d kill myself first. Though I’m really glad that YOU didn’t kill yourself,” he added, leaning forward.
They kissed, at first a soft brushing of lips that quickly turned into a voracious locking of lips. Damien wriggled in his lap, rubbing himself against Michael’s crotch. He bit at Michael’s lower lip as he pulled away, and the sharp sting made his breath come short and his cock surge. Damien’s eyes were sparkling, and he licked at the bitten lip sensually. “Ready to hurt me, Michael?” he breathed. “And for me to hurt you?”
“Yeah,” he said simply. Then he paused. “Thank you, Damien,” he went on soberly.
Damien blinked. “For what?” he asked in puzzlement.
Michael sighed. “Most people would run scared from the things I need,” he began somberly. “And that’s not just a theory - I tried dating after I came back from the war, and the guy I was going out with freaked out when I asked him to hurt me. He looked at me like I was some kind of horrible alien thing, and he left. I never saw him again. Then I tried some S&M, but the thing is…”
“You’re pain specific,” Damien broke in, his expression shrewd. “You’re not interested in bondage and leather and dominance/submission games. And there aren’t a ton of people out there who JUST want pain in a kinky relationship. Your psychological quirk is kind of unique.”
Michael nodded at his understanding. “Yes,” he replied. “I’d given up any hope when you came along…”
Damien laughed lightly, running his hands down Michael’s bare chest possessively. “Hope springeth eternal,” he murmured as he bent his head. “As does my erection,” he added wickedly, just before he latched onto Michael’s left nipple and bit delicately at it with his sharp teeth.
Michael grunted, his hand fisting in Damien’s hair. Muffled laughter, then Damien nibbled at the bitten nipple lightly. He laved it with his tongue, making Michael’s breathing deepen. “One thing I like is that I don’t have to deal with your clothes,” Damien remarked as he slid off of Michael’s lap. “Just mine,” and he began to strip, taking his own sweet time and giving Michael a show - which he greatly appreciated.
Damien’s body was lithe and beautiful, covered in smooth pale skin. He stretched his arms over his head, showing off for Michael. “Mmm, I feel good,” he purred, letting his hands drift down his own body in a slow, sensual caress. His fingertips latched onto his own nipples, and he twisted them in a leisurely fashion. “Ah, that hurts,” he gasped, but his voice was full of passion rather than pain. Michael felt his body throb in reaction to this sight. Damien looked into his eyes. “Do you want to hurt me, too, Michael?” he asked.
“Yes,” he groaned, and Damien grinned whitely as he stepped closer and leaned forward.
“Be my guest,” he told Michael.
His good hand lifted, and he ran his thumb over the slightly swollen nub of Damien’s left nipple. Then he pinched it tightly between thumb and forefinger, twisting it just hard enough to make Damien give forth a gasp and arch his back a little. “Mmm, I like that,” he hissed, and Michael shuddered. His cock was so hard it almost hurt.
Damien suddenly pushed him backward on the bed, but before he could protest this action he crawled onto it and positioned himself so that his head was near the sheet covered Michael’s crotch and his lovely white ass was practically in Michael’s face. “I’ve been a bad boy,” he crooned, wriggling it temptingly. “I think I need a spanking.”
Michael caressed and cupped the white cheeks, squeezing at them. Damien, meanwhile, had lifted the sheet and was making appreciative noises over his cock. “Ah, big boy,” he breathed, then something warm and wet took him in.
Michael groaned and brought his hand down on Damien’s ass cheek, hard. A muffled sound echoed around his cock, and the vibration tore a gasp from his throat. He did it again, loving the sight of a red palm print appearing on the pale skin as Damien sucked him with even more enthusiasm each time he struck a blow. He tried not to strike too hard, because he didn’t want to damage Damien. But it felt so good, to make those red marks appear and make Damien’s ass wriggle and twist. The cries muffled around the length of his cock excited him even more. He lowered his hand and slapped at Damien’s balls, drawing a near-shriek for his troubles. Fingertips suddenly closed over HIS balls, pinching and scraping. It was too much for a man who’d been deprived for far too long. Michael bucked his hips upward, and shot his load into Damien’s eel-like mouth in a rush.
Damien looked over his shoulder at Michael. He deliberately licked at his lips, gathering the last bit of semen. “Mmm, mmm, good,” he purred. “You liked spanking me, didn’t you, you dirty boy?”
“Yes,” he replied, as Damien slid away and turned toward him. He made a slight sound of pain as he did so. He rubbed at his excoriated ass, through the gesture seemed more of a come-on than anything else. “I’m sorry,” Michael said seriously. “For coming too fast…”
Damien shrugged. “You couldn’t help it,” he replied. “Besides, something tells me I’ll be able to get you up again pretty quickly.” he went on as he straddled Michael’s waist(facing forward this time) and looked down at him. “All I’ve got to do is hurt you,” he murmured as he leaned forward.
Leaning on his arms for support, Damien proceeded to lick and bite at Michael’s chin, jaw line, and throat. He sucked harshly in several places, leaving visible hickies to mark his path. Michael lay still, sensing that this was Damien’s show and he wouldn’t appreciate someone else trying to join in right now. He watched the lovely but deadly creature making his way slowly downward, grunting at several painful bites that nearly broke skin.
Damien’s green eyes rolled up to meet his as he arrived at Michael’s nipples. He smiled, a slow, terrible thing that might have made many men apprehensive - but only made Michael feel anticipation coil in his belly.
Damien extended his tongue and licked lightly at Michael’s right nipple. He laved a circle around the nub, then latched onto it with his teeth. Holding it securely, he met Michael’s eyes once more as he began to slowly grind down. His teeth closed more and more tightly, and Michael groaned as they threatened to break the skin and draw blood. Harder and harder, the pain growing more intense…he arched off the bed, caught in the web of Damien’s seduction and getting the thing that he needed the most.
Damien stopped just short of making him bleed, backing off. He lapped at the now swollen and red nipple again, soothing it a little. He writhed atop Michael’s body, rubbing skin against skin. “See? I told you,” he remarked smugly, and Michael became aware that his cock was hard again already.
Damien made a happy sound and slid downward, kissing Michael’s stomach briefly before he went for Michael’s cock again. He licked the length of it, his hand gripping the base. Then he purred softly, and BIT Michael’s cock! He jumped, crying out hoarsely, at the sharp pain. His cock surged, precum dripping out of it. Damien licked at it happily, like a cat.
Suddenly he slid off the bed and padded away to fetch a bag that Michael hadn’t noticed before. He picked it up and opened the bag, rummaging around in it. He turned around once again, holding a shiny foil packet and a tube of lubrication in his hands. “I’m like a boy scout: I come prepared,” he told Michael with a sexy smile. “I’m going to ride you like a racehorse,” he added, his green eyes lidded.
He walked back to the bed, and Michael didn’t find the strength to sit up. He obviously didn’t need to; Damien had everything well in hand. He crawled up onto the bed and sat up on his knees, opening the tube and smearing the lube onto his fingers. He reached behind himself and thrust two fingers into his own ass, making a small sound as his hand brushed over his reddened skin. “Yess,” he hissed, moving his hips to drive his fingers deeper into himself.
Michael reached out, since Damien was in arm’s length, and grasped the excited cock twitching between Damien’s slender thighs. He pulled at it, tugging a little, his fingers stroking it. Damien rocked his hips harder, gasping as he thrust three fingers into himself harshly. “Shit, I need to be fucked,” he groaned, pulling them free. “Now!”
He pounced on Michael like an excited cat, and a condom covered his cock before he could blink. Damien settled on his lap, his slender hand stroking lube onto Michael’s cock even as he moved to position himself. He looked down into Michael’s eyes as he found the mark and began to push backward, taking him in. Michael made a small sound as Damien sank down upon him, taking him into hot tightness. Damien jinked his hips, filling himself completely. “That’s better,” he remarked happily.
Muscles clenched hard around him, milking the length of him. Damien’s nostrils flared as he began to moved, a rhythmic swaying. “Michael,” he gasped. “Pinch my tits. Make me suffer,” he ground out.
Michael’s hand lifted, and he did as directed. He pulled and twisted at Damien’s pink nipples, making Damien ride him harder and faster as he panted and gasped atop Michael. He swayed like a serpent, the tendons in his neck standing out as he threw his head back. “Yes!” he wailed.
Michael ground his teeth together. Damien was a talented creature; he used his muscles to stroke and milk Michael’s cock, and he could feel another orgasm rising up inside of him already. He let go of Damien’s nipple and slid his hand down the white stomach, grabbing a hold of his quivering cock instead. He tightened his grip and twisted a little, just enough to cause a bit of pain. Damien yelped and shook, and his cock began to spray semen all over Michael’s belly and chest as he shuddered hopelessly. “ooo, fucckkk!!” he screamed.
Michael groaned, pushing upward with his hips. Damien continued to ride him in a leisurely fashion, not quite enough to make him come. He panted, his head hanging, though his hips corkscrewed slowly. His hands slid through the white trails on Michael’s skin, gathering up his own semen. He lifted one hand to his lips and stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking at it. His lidded eyes met Michael’s, and his pink tongue laved his own finger as he cleaned his come from his skin. Damien began to pant again, and his muscles squeezed relentlessly over the length of Michael’s cock. Suddenly he shivered and his ass muscles convulsed, though nothing came out of his cock. He was having an anal orgasm. The feel of it drove Michael to his own end finally, and he clenched his teeth as he shot inside of Damien’s tight body.
Damien stilled atop of him, slumped over and breathing heavily. “Uhh,” he moaned, still not moving. “That was fucking awesome, Michael,” he gasped.
He had to agree. The green eyes, content and full of satisfaction, met his own. “You can hurt me anytime you want, baby,” Damien purred.
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