he knew were secreted there.
Swiftly, outstretched arms were firmly secured to a bed knob, leaving Berry exposed and vulnerable. Each knew the cords as merely a symbolic gesture. Neither would have completed any mission required of them without the ability to loose such shackles, the same with the tie around the cock.
“Spread your legs wider; let me fit in between them. My cock is ready, willing, and wishful of entering you. The view of your arse, open and spread for me, is a sight I wish all could see and admire. Notwithstanding, I beg only one other to be voyeur.” Ran tugged on the cravat, causing Berry’s cock to jerk and sway. “Such a glorious sight. The knowledge that this night ‘tis all for me makes it even more so. Are you ready?” He waited to see Berry’s nod, then lubricated his twitching cock with his juices and pushed steadily in through the ring of muscles until he was snuggly embraced by his lover’s arse.
Berry pushed back into him, seemingly unaffected by the sting of pain Ran knew he would have experienced as he pushed into that dark, welcoming depth. Both knew how to embrace and rejoice in its fleeting presence before succumbing to the hidden pleasure found beyond.
“More. I need more.”
Ran tugged sharply on the cravat. “My deal, my speed, my coming. Your patience.”
He leaned forward and pressed nipping kisses along his lover’s spine before pulling out almost to his tip and then plunging back in, hard and sharp. Berry’s gasp sounded of pleasure and pain, those two inexplicably entwined emotions so perceived at such a time.
Ran kept up a steady rhythm, in and out, a tug to Berry’s cock to keep it hard and ready. He knew Berry had such control that he would not come unless Ran so dictated. He who called the shots determined the pace and the result, something honed and perfected by them as a couple to increase anticipation and pleasure. Their aspiration for mutual gratification was absolute.
He felt his cock swell, become harder, and pushed firmly, faster into his love.
“Ah, I’m ready to come.” He asked urgently, “Your acceptance for me to come? For you to hold back until you come inside me?”
“Damn, yes, fuck me to your completion. Let me feel your seed spill into me, run out of me, and coat us both. Now, Ran, come for me now.” Berry’s voice was a roar. Ran needed no more urging. He fucked, filled, and spilled with a bellow to rival and overcome Berry’s encouragement. Continuing to move, not willing to stop until he had but no alternative, he felt Berry pull his muscles ever tighter around him, milking every last drop of cum out of his still-pulsing cock.
His breath was harsh and choppy, his heartbeat irregular as he slowly ceased movement and held himself in place. His knees were trembling with the violence of his coming, and he could feel the tremors running through Berry as he denied himself his climax. Pulling back unhurriedly, he still felt the involuntary clench of Berry’s muscles as he passed his semi-erect cock through them.
Spent, he laid briefly across Berry’s back before flicking open the cords on his wrists and turning him for a passionate kiss on the lips.
“As ever, my love, your generosity in giving holds no bounds.”
Berry laughed and held him tight, his bound cock nudging him gently. “To give is to receive.” He spoke in a tone designed to make Ran laugh.
“As you will, when my breathing is normal, and I am able to move. My stamina is failing. I am getting old. Perchance I should lie down and let you have your way with me?”
“The twinkle in your eyes belies that statement,” Berry retorted. “So perchance not. Your active participation is requested. Need you a rest? A glass of ratafia or orgeat? Need I wave the salts under your nose?”
Ran laughed. “I feel my strength returning by the moment.” So saying he stood up, pulling Berry with him. “I am ready for you to show me your pleasure.”
Berry looked him up and