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Defiling the Emperor - 4/7

[(Anonymous)]

I'd never really played with Martin's asshole before. Never had the opportunity. I'd seen it, of course: hiding between his smooth cheeks, puckered and darker than the surrounding skin. Even brushed against it as I grabbed his arse to yank him closer when he fucked me into the bed. But he'd never specifically asked me to touch it, so I didn't know what he liked. I realised why he'd been so keen to wash himself before coming to bed, and grinned. The man was utterly transparent. To me, anyway.

I didn't want to dive straight into Martin's arse. There were too many other delights to explore. Carefully avoiding his erection, I stroked one finger under his balls, and began to massage his perineum. Martin made the most delicious noise of arousal, writhing around on the mattress. I rubbed my right thumb in slow circles around his asshole, spreading the globes of his butt with my two hands. He thrashed beneath me, barely able to stand my unhurried approach. My thumb rubbed closer to his hole, which eased open even before I'd touched it. Curiously, I licked my first finger – dragging it out slowly to tease him further, letting him see my tongue as it worked against my fingertip, then circled the ring of muscle. My wet finger slipped in easily, with no more lubricant than my own saliva.

"Divines," I whispered. "You really do want this, don't you?"

Martin nodded, beyond speech. The fingers of his left hand were urgently pulling at his nipple. His right arm was thrown above his head, exposing his armpit and the curls of hair that lay there, wafting fresh sweat and male pheromones into the air. Knowing that I was causing someone so intelligent and eloquent to lose his ability to speak was turning me on more than I could say. My cock bobbed between my legs, impatiently waiting for its turn.

I reached for the oil again, coating several fingers in it. Two slid in with only marginally more resistance than one. I'd never seen anyone's arse open up so easily. He was taking two fingers with no effort at all. To be honest, I was jealous. Preparing my arse for buggery takes seemingly hours, and involves quite a lot of discomfort before it becomes pleasurable.

Martin's breath hitched, and I saw he was biting his bottom lip, trying to restrain himself from crying out. Both hands were squeezing his nipples now, and I knew without even being told that it was because otherwise they'd be on his cock. His head rolled from side to side across the pillow.

"You could come just like this, couldn't you?"

He nodded, eyelids fluttering. He'd almost lost communication altogether, teetering on the edge, so far gone that the lightest touch would send him over.

Part of me wanted to be cruel and deny him orgasm now for a better one later. The rest of me wanted to please him, wanted to make him happy and relaxed. Pleasure won out. He was being unusually submissive, but he hadn't asked me to dominate him, only to fuck him. Later, when he could communicate, I'd ask for his preferences for the next time he was in this state. There was definitely going to be a next time. Having my lover beneath me, struggling to keep himself from coming by willpower alone – it was too ridiculously sexy.

I did two things simultaneously. I twisted my wrist, so my fingers pointed upwards, and I dropped my mouth onto his cock. A brush against his prostate – almost a tickle – and he was screaming, cursing loudly but incoherently, bucking wildly as he came into my mouth.

I pictured Cyrus outside the door with his hands over his ears, swearing at us again for having the temerity to want sex during his shift, and giggled. Not least of all because my lover had just made more noise than I'd ever heard from him before!