Playing With Fire

Playing with fire - Part 2. (End)

The journey to the room they shared was quickly made, and as soon as the door closed behind them, they were all over each other. Their mouths clashing, their tongues mingling. Mile pushed his lover's body towards his own, grinding against him to let him feel how hard he was, and Apo moaned. He needed that cock. Now. Hungry, the younger man slid his hand down to the swollen member, trying to unzip his Phi's pants but fingers clamped around his wrist, preventing him from reaching his goal. He tore his mouth from Mile's and whined loudly.

"Why?"
"Not yet, baby. You gotta be patient. I told you I wasn't done with you yet. Far from it."

Fuck. Apo felt his arousal spike. To be honest, it had never really left him ever since Mile had started touching him. On the contrary. The foreplay in the car had only heightened his desire for his lover and he was more eager than ever. And Mile was aware of this, too. He dived back onto Apo's swollen lips, craving another taste of that addictive mouth. The kiss was immediately fierce, heated, dirty. Their tongues were battling fiercely, each trying to invade each other's mouths and Mile won when he harshly slapped Apo's ass, making him squeal. Mile smirked through the kiss.

"You like that too, don't you, hmm?"

Apo didn't even try to deny it and attempted to reclaim his lover's lips, but the latter didn't let him and instead pressed his mouth to Apo's ear:

"What should I do with you now?"

Apo didn't have to think before answering this:

"Fuck me!", he urged.
"Is that how you're asking me?" Mile warned in a low voice, firmly gripping one of his lover's ass cheeks in his hands.

Shit. Apo wished he would squeeze it even harder. He liked it way too much.

"Please, Daddy. Fuck me, please. I need your cock!"

Mile grunted. Despite the fact that he'd come barely ten minutes ago, Apo was already so eager to get it again.

"Take off all your clothes. I want you fully naked. And get down on all fours on the bed."

Apo couldn't move fast enough. His clothes flew all over the room in his haste and in no time he was in the requested position.

Mile stared hungrily at his lover's body. Fuck. Apo was so beautiful. Those curves, that golden skin, that ass. Everything about him was perfect. There was no way he would ever get enough of it. Mile also removed some of his clothes, ending up with only his slacks on. But unlike his lover, he did it very slowly. Taking his sweet time on purpose. He saw the way Apo was squirming on the bed, throwing him pleading glances. It was as if he needed Mile inside him so badly that it was physically impossible for him to wait any longer. And that sight turned Mile on even more. It occurred to him that few things could possibly arouse him as much as witnessing Apo impatiently quivering in need at the thought of having a cock inside him.

"Spread your ass for me, baby."

Apo whimpered at the filthy request. Shit. He was already getting hard again. He placed his hands on his meaty cheeks and spread. Wide.

"Fuck," Mile swore. So needy.

He moved closer to get a better look at the little hole winking at him. So eager to be stuffed.

"Look at your hole, baby. It's just waiting to be filled. Isn't it?"
"Yes, Daddy. Yes, please!"

Mile brushed the pink opening with his fingertip and his eyes darkened, a wild gleam dancing in them, as he watched the muscles twitch under his touch.

"Mmmh," Apo moaned.

He'd always been so responsive down there, and having Mile play with it earlier only heightened that sensitivity. He felt his lover's shy caresses and whined. It wasn't enough. He needed more. He knew Mile was teasing him on purpose and it was slowly driving him crazy. He pushed his ass back, seeking more contact than Mile was willing to provide. He hoped to get his lover to give in and to finally do what Apo wanted him to do most.To Fuck him. But Mile had a different agenda. He delighted in the way Apo was trying to make his finger enter him. He was so handsome when he was desperate. Mile allowed him to impale himself on his appendage just once before abruptly pulling it out of the hot cavern. Then, before Apo could even complain, he stuck two of his fingers together and smacked. Hard. Right on the tiny hole.