Drabbles

Reward

The stretch of pink skin to wrap around the thick cock which plunge into the welcoming warmth is far too tantalizing to look away from. Over and over, the skin stretch and pull as he deepens his strokes, tugging so prettily around his veined length.

Arthit trash and mewl, his face is tinted pink as his thighs open wider to take it in deeper yet, his hands clawing across Kong's firm back, reaching to grip those tight butt cheeks, demanding for more.

Kong pushes those long pale legs higher up on his shoulders, almost bending Arthit into half, letting Kong piston even deeper, hitting Arthit's prostate and his cock jerks with every smack of balls against bum as Kong bottoms out, the lewd sounds echoing in their bedroom, driving them even more wild.

He smacks away Arthit's hands away from where he try to grab for his own leaking cock, making the older curse in frustration. He can feel his orgasm coiling in the depth of his stomach and pulls away, Arthit's loud protest at losing the hard thick cock accompanied by his hands trying to grab for Kong's hips, trying to have the younger stay.

Kong's hand presses down on Arthit' stomach, not allowing the older to move as he drop to his stomach, leaning forward, a hand grabbing that neglected erection, pulling it upright before licking a long line across the underside and lower yet across the perineum and to that clenching twitching star which demands to be filled.

Arthit cries out when Kong goes for it, a tongue laving across the abused pink pucker, circling and circling with the tip of his tongue before tentatively pushes with the warm muscle before sucking around the rim noisily, nibbling and darting in. The sounds of his lover grew louder as Arthit's thighs instinctively try to close around the dark head.

"Hold yourself open."

The command is ignored as Arthit buckles up against that devilish tongue. Kong move back and repeats himself, promise of more if Arthit obeys. Arthit shakily grabs his legs, his flush reaching his chest at how fucking open he is to the view of Kong who groans before diving back down, mouthing the heavy balls before again eating Arthit out, introducing a finger which goes in easily especially since he is much bigger than his finger.

Could he?

Another join and yet another until Kong is pushing three thick fingers into that lovely hole. He lick around the stretched thin skin over his fingers, sucking, wanting to mark the older, wanting him to come undone, purposely wetting the area even more than he needs to. He crook his fingers, brushing against that gland as Arthit dribble even more pre come without even being touched. A fourth finger slip into the tight fit, Arthit gasping at how full he feels as Kong murmurs praises at how good he is, how delicious he feels, how much more he can take.

Kong move higher, his mouth pressing kisses on the flat belly and sucking the thin skin on the pelvic, relishing the dark mark he left behind as his fingers curl and rub against Arthit's prostate over and over again, thrusting into that one spot.

Without warning, Arthit screams as he come even without a touch to his erection as his back arches almost painfully. Kong quickly pulls his fingers away, lining himself to thrust into the tight heat, buckling wildly into Arthit's compliant body as Kong's hand reach to milk his still hard erection.

"Too much.. too much.." Arthit pleads, feeling too sensitive from his erection but it feels too good.

"One more, you can do it." Kong whispers harshly against Arthit's neck as he chases his own orgasm, his hand stroking the older faster in unison, knowing Arthit is close at how his thighs shake and the gasps and curses melts into a keening sound as Arthit pushes back into Kong.

"Kong!!" Arthit clenches tightly around Kong as he come again, setting a chain reaction in Kong who shoot his release and jerks a few times before collapsing onto the older.

"You killed me." Kong whispers, shakily pulling out of Arthit, watching some of his come leaks out. He couldn't help it but scoop the come and pushes it back in with his finger, watching how the hole contract around his finger as he thrust in experimentally. Arthit smacks his chest in protest.

"Enough Kong.."

"But P'.. you promised me a reward for the A. You said anything. And we did not get to see each other for two weeks because you said we need to study..." Kong inserts another finger as he complains. He is delighted at how Arthit hardens with his fingers exploring despite his protest.

"You are fucking insatiable." The older groan out before a hand reach to curl around Kong's nape, pulling the younger close as their lips clashing together hungrily. Kong pulls back as their lower halves grinds on each other, wanting to correct the older.

"Only for you, P'. Only you."

Arthit looks away in embarrassment at the fervent declaration. And Kong fall head over heels yet again at how Arthit can look so flustered and shy after everything they had done together. He kisses Arthit, slow and without rush, smiling at how dazed the older looks when he pulls back.

"You kill me yet again."