Exquisite Torture

X.

Type was reacting like a sub. He was calm yet excited and aroused. He wasn't doing anything to get more of the sensation and he wasn't fighting the pain. In fact, his response was to seek more of it. Tharn was enjoying the sight but he was ready to take things to the next level.

Still working his muscles firmly, he moved up Type's body. Easing the tension in his back and shoulders before returning to massage his thighs and his ass. The sound of Type's desperate moan when he swiped over the crack of his ass was the reassurance he needed. He wanted to be certain that Type knew what was coming and he didn't have any objections.

He could have asked but that would have put into words what he could have better demonstrated. And if Type had time to think about it, there was every chance he would baulk before Tharn could show him exactly what was possible.

And show him he did. Making sure his fingers were well lubricated, he parted Type's crack and swiped over the sensitive flesh over and over again. Each action punctuated by a moan or a soft cry from Type as he tried to keep still and endure Tharn's ministration.

He teased his hole with a lubed finger and heard Type gasp then catch his breath.

"Try breathing into it," Tharn instructed but Type couldn't seem to get into a steady rhythm. Tharn was patient. It was a skill he'd always had but he'd nurtured and grown his capacity over the years. Nothing worthwhile ever came from rushing a scene. Moving slowly, he calmed Type down until he was panting and moaning with each gentle penetration.

Only then did he press harder and deeper. A move designed to shock Type back into the moment and out of the mental space he was finding it easier and easier to slip into. The shout and the full-body shudder he got from Type was what he wanted; not the easy complacence. He wanted him to feel every minute of their coupling.

Tharn withdrew his fingers and helped Type turn over. Type's eyes were tightly closed, his breath was restless; almost useless and his hands were clutched in fists. He was far from unaffected. Far from in control and Tharn loved it.

"Look at me," Tharn ordered.

Type's eyes immediately flew open.

"Do you know what I'm going to do?" He asked as he pulled off his shirt, exposing his upper body. Gratified by the look of appreciation that Type gave him.

When Type nodded, he continued, "And do you want me to make love to you the way I want?"

Type chocked on nothing but he didn't look away and he didn't shy away from Tharn, "Yes."

Tharn had pulled off his pants and was holding the waistband of his boxers. Type looked up at him then back down. Waiting for him to reveal himself. This would be the first time Tharn was naked with Type and he wanted to enjoy the moment. Pulling off his boxers he stood tall and proud and watched Type's reaction.

Wide-eyed wonder. Confusion and then...a soft gasp.

"What are you thinking right now?"

"Tharn...there's no way you can fit..."

"Yes, there is. Just let me lead."

"Yes, Tharn."

Moving over Type, Tharn positioned himself between his legs. Then he pushed his knees to his chest. He reached for the lube and condoms, making sure Type could see his every move. Tharn rolled on a condom and slathered it with more lube before positioning himself over Type.

"Are you ready?"

Type nodded again like he didn't trust his voice.

Only then did Tharn press into Type's body. It was slow and steady. Letting Type adjust to him. And even though Type was holding him and trying to get him to stop, Tharn didn't. He held Type's arms over his head and continued to penetrate him. Gaining ground millimetre by millimetre. Listening for Type's response. Holding on to his own desire to thrust harder and faster and seek his pleasure with no thought for his partner.