Seven Nights in Paradise

Chapter two : Tu Cefn

Dick groaned, hands fisting in the sheets.

Their second night and Roy had suggested a different position, pushing Dick down onto the bed on his stomach and spreading his cheeks before intimately introducing Dick to his tongue.

Right now it was slipping in and out of Dick with scary precision and god how the hell long was Roy’s tongue?

“Oh god!” Dick moaned, trying to spread his legs farther which wasn’t possible unless he wanted to dislocated his hips, but that didn’t mean he didn’t try.

Roy’s tongue was stretching him intimately, pressing against his walls, his breath hot against Dick’s skin. Dick pulled at the sheets, trying to get some friction on his aching cock, but Roy had his legs pinned.

“Roy!”

“Hmmm?” The other man hmmmed against his ass and Dick squirmed some more.

“Roy! Please!” Dick eyes burned as sweat dripped down and he dropped his head down on the pillow, breath coming in ragged, shaky pants.

Roy smirked against Dick’s ass and bit down on one smooth globe.

“HEY!” Dick yelped, body bucking.

“Don’t worry babe, I won’t spank you.”

“Roy…AHHHHH!” Dick screamed as Roy slid in, hitting his prostate and then just resting there, the head of his cock resting against Dick’s prostate, pressing and making Dick squirm. The sudden move combined with the sting of the bite gave a sensation Dick had never felt before but that wasn’t altogether bad.

He was way too full, stretching and Roy’s cock was pressing against him, unmoving and the constant pressure was almost uncomfortable and good, the constant waves of pleasure almost felt like ants in his limbs, making him want to move, run, do something! Just move.

“Roy! Move!” Dick begged, voice cracking and Roy acquiesced, pumping his hips in short hard strokes.

Dick dropped his head back onto the pillow as his muscles gave out, his body going limp as Roy continued.

Moving was overrated anyway.

He sighed into the pillow case, “Ah, ah, ah, ah,” with every thrust, the force of Roy’s thrust moving his entire body against the sheets, the friction was amazing and not enough at the same time, he tried moving his hips, but the force of Roy’s thrusts left him completely immobile against the bed.

At this point though, he didn’t mind.

As long as Roy kept moving, Dick was content to let him do all the work.

“God, Dick, you’re, ung, tight,” Roy grunted into Dick’s ear.

“Not, AH, my fault, mmmm, you’re the one who, oh, spent like an hour, ur, down there,” Dick returned.

“Ha,” Roy smirked, skin glistening with sweat, and sped up his thrusts.

Dick let his eyes fall shut and linked his fingers through Roy’s as he came.

Another hard thrust that sent him at least five inches up the bed and he felt Roy’s hot cum coating his walls like a waterfall cascading over his entire body.

“Royroyroyroyroyroyroy…”

It was something, Roy discovered, to have your name chanted like a god’s by someone who claimed not to believe in them.

Something amazing.