tabby. I’m going to fuck you raw.”
“Oh fuck,” Heath whispered, and
said no more.
The sounds coming from their mouths
in the next few minutes were guttural ones, the speech of two people locked
furiously in their passion.
Volt nudged several inches first,
making Heath aware of just how gorgeously massive his master really was. Heath
was hyperaware of everything— of Volt’s bruising grip, of his quickened breaths
and quivering body. Then desire focused to a hazy line as Volt suddenly
hammered himself into Heath’s waiting hole in a single thrust, until he was
buried hilt deep into him.
It felt like he was being spilt
apart, but Heath knew the burn would disappear soon and fade into sharp fine
pleasure. A harsh sound echoed deep in his throat, but eventually Heath managed
to spit out the words.
“Please, master. Please.”
Volt filled him up thoroughly and
completely.
“Hold on,” Volt grunted. “I want
you to feel me inside you like a brand, Heath. I want you to never forget who
you belong to.”
As
if I’d forget. Eventually Heath could feel Volt sliding smoothly out of him
only to ram into him again. It felt like little shakes were breaking out all
over his body from the warm glow of pleasure gathering in his core. Volt drove
deep, leisurely strokes into him, and Heath was only happy to receive them. He
could feel Volt’s fingers again on his cock and the duel sensations flooded
him.
Heath could hear his mouth,
pleading, begging, and negotiating, but Volt wouldn’t relent. Volt changed his
angle and the next shove summoned another flood of sensations in him. Volt had
hit his sweet spot, and the bastard began hitting and hitting at it again until
Heath’s mind was no longer capable of thinking.
“I’m coming, Heath,” Volt said in
staggered breaths. Two last penetrating thrusts were all it took for Volt to
come. Some kinky and dirty part of Heath wished Volt didn’t use a condom. He
wanted Volt to completely own him, to feel Volt’s warm cum inside him.
The hand around his cock tightened.
“Come for me, boy.”
Heath let out a final shuddering
sound as his orgasm wrecked havoc on his tormented body. His senses reeled as
waves of pleasure repeatedly drowned him. Heath came all over Volt’s fingers,
gasping and panting.
He was only beginning to come back
to reality, beginning to get a hold of his bearings, when he felt Volt leaning
by his side. Those large inked hands began to stroke him, and the rare
tenderness made him whimper.
“Good boy. That’s my good boy.”
Those words were enough to undo
him.
Heath could feel himself falling
apart, his legs and body shaking, but Volt’s strong arms caught him deftly. His
body didn’t felt entirely like it belonged to him. Volt continued stroking him,
murmuring soft words to him as he carried them both to the bathroom. Heath knew
he’d sway on his feet if Volt brought him to the shower, but Volt was getting
into the tub and laying him against him.
The sound of the water running and
eventually filling the tub made Heath aware of his surroundings and his skin
rubbing against Volt’s inked, tanned skin. He gulped, looking up to see Volt
watching him.
Volt had again placed him across
lap, his hands sure, firm, and possessive.
Heath didn’t know what to say. All
of this after care was so unexpected and so unlike the temperamental master he
knew. Fuck, he hadn’t even known Volt had this tender side to him.
“You don’t like what you see?”
Heath bit on his lower lip. “Not at all. It’s just…surprising. I’ve never seen this side
of you. I mean, you’ve shown hints of it over the past few months. Then nothing. All ice again.”
“Yeah. I
know I’ve been a bastard, but I intend to make it up to you, Heath.”
Volt began to nuzzle his neck, gently
nibbling against the tender skin.
Feeling braver than before and
still hungry for contact, Heath pressed his body against Volt. Holy shit, the feel of his flesh against
mine is so