It's getting late, 2200 hrs to be precise. He's glad to be back at his new apartment, where it's familiar. He lets himself in, flicks the light switch about five times before giving up. He sighs and counts to ten... backwards. Where is this bad juju coming from? He hears a loud purr coming from the bed. KALI is here, it won't be so bad in the dark.
There's a heap of clothes strewn on the bed. Is nanny playing a prank on him ? He moves closer to the bed and sees the silhouette of a nude body lay in the middle of it. Once Erik's eyesight adjusts to the darkness he can see T'challa dark bare skin bathed in the moonlight. Jerking off to Erik's dirty draws pressed to his nose
' You down bad. Huh ? '
Erik pulls his shirt over his head tossing it to the floor. Pulls his pants down together with his boxers. He slips in beside him. Erik is where he's always wanted to be, behind a fat ass.
' You want help with that ? '
T'challa freezes, seemingly pulled out of his haze by Erik's voice. He purrs in approval. Erik moves closer, cupping his ass feeling on the smooth bare skin as he sucks on the back of his neck. T'challa moans at the relief of touch, he slips Erik's arm under his neck and sinks his teeth in. Erik hisses, that shit hurt.
Erik feels slick wetness coat his fingers as he inserts his finger into the crease of his butt. T'challa grabs his cock, leading it to his crease and gives a purr of encouragement. T'challa lies on his stomach. He's so horny it hurts, confirmed by his loud purrs of frustration. He places a bunch of pillows under his abdomen. T'challa bites Erik's left arm for taking too long.
' God damn, nigga. I got it the first time. '
Erik takes some of that wet slick and rubs it on the head of his cock giving it a couple of tugs. Erik tip makes it past the tight rim and the rest of his cock smoothly glides in. T'challa moans in contentment at the sensation of being filled up. He purrs with pleasure as Erik starts to gently rock his hips into his ass. It's not enough. Erik feels T'challa hands on his hips, claws unsheathed pulling him back in. He needs more. He makes a yowl of frustration and clamps his teeth into Erik's arm.
' God damn ! ' Erik is fed up.
He pulls out his cock and smacks T'challa's ass hard, three times with his open palm. T'challa snarls angrily at the feeling of being empty. He digs his claws into the headboard and rips it open. Erik is next. He gives an angry roar. Erik leans down and kisses his neck trying to soothe him.
' Baby , are you going to be good ? ' he whispers in his ear. ' Hmmmm ? ' T'challa squirms and pouts and hisses. Erik is about to get bit again.
He slips back in. He grips T'challa's waist tightly. He slams his cock forcefully into T'challa, giving him long, firm, thrusts. The room is filled with the lewd sound of a cock pounding into a wet bussy.
Erik pins him down with his weight to prevent him from squirming too much. Loud purrs of gratification, Erik feels T'challa swollen puffy rim squirt a gush of warm slick onto his stomach as it pulsates around him. He bites T'challa shoulder burrying himself deeper as he chases his second orgasm.
T'challa gives a loud roar of contentment coming down from his orgasm. Erik burries his head into T'challa's neck as he catches his breathe. T'challa's rim has closed up around his cock sealing them together.
He can hear him purr like he did something good.
Erik nuzzles T'challa's neck as they cool down and catch their breath.
' Erik. '
' What is it ? '
The puffy rim loosens up, Erik slips off and rolls onto his back. He begins to nod off to that amazing post coital glow. He's woken up by T'challa mounting him, rubbing and rolling his erect penis on his groin.
' Want to go again ? '
T'challa hisses and sinks his canines into Erik's shoulder.
Erik wakes up at 0800 hrs with a very painful boner. It's been so long since he got a sexual injury from any sexual activity. T'challa doesn't look good neither, all hunched up on his side. His dick is puffy, swollen and painful to the touch. The sheets are caked up with dried blood. Skin on his arms and thighs is sore with bite marks.
Erik struggles to get out of bed, takes a short shower covering his penis with his fist. No water is touching his sore penis. He checks up on t. He's worn out too. He whispers something about a three vials in his bedroom drawer. Erik comes back, he takes one, hands T'challa the second one.
By noon Erik begins to worry.
' Is something wrong ? '
' My uterus hurts. '
- Uterus ? Does that mean he can get pregnant ?
Erik is confused. He helps him to the bathroom to seat under a stream of water. Nanny refreshes the room. T'challa curls up in bed still hunched up, dry cramps. Erik can't understand it. The doctor comes for a quick check up. Gives T'challa something for the pain.
Eric is wise not to have bailed on him in the morning like he used to in his past life. T'challa seems to be the kind of person to get offended over simple shit.
T'challa is laid up, tucked between Erik's thighs watching a movie Erik picked. The cramps have subsided. He's about to experience the craziest thing he's ever heard in his life.
' Stripping business started in Africa. A long time ago. Long long long time ago. White man went to Africa. They saw these beautiful black women. Singing dancing working living. In the NEWD. BUCKED NECKEDS !
What the fuck is this shit ?
