“Shh, Pet, no moving now.” Spike whispered in his ear, as he wrapped one hand around his own solid erection, the other lightly clenched around Angels hip.
Angel complied and held his body still while he waited for Spike’s next move. That move came quickly and painfully. With one sharp movement, Spike surged forward and buried his root deep within Angel’s flexing body. Angel moaned and clenched his eyes shut as he tried to remain as still as his master had asked, afraid that the pleasure-pain of it all would be taken away as punishment.
Spike grunted as Angel’s ring of muscles clenched painfully tight around him, his hands on Angels hips, as the body below accepted him inch by inch. He rewarded Angel by twisting his hips to left, watching Angel’s back ripple with the sensation. The scars lost in the bright blackness of the moment. Angel’s whole body jerked as the ribbons of pleasure wound through his system.
Spike jerked to the other side, and rotated his hips, the rubbing feeling driving Angel to the edge of insanity. He rocked back onto the cock, feeling it stretch and reward, with small thrusts within him.
Spike stilled and watched as his Puppy twitched with anticipation. The next move never came and he saw Angels strained face peer back over his shoulder.
Receiving no chastisement for that action, he almost imperceptibly rocked further back onto Spike, wanting to connect with him in this way. Spike smiled at the obvious need in his Pet’s response. Angel waited and then more forcibly ground himself back onto Spike again. Spike laughed out loud, seeing Angel flinch at the sudden noise.
Abruptly, Spike slammed his hips forward, his length colliding directly into Angel’s prostate. His Pet howled with pleasure, relieved that his Masters games are over, glad to be making his Master happy as he pounded, his eyes rolling back as he felt the tight channel squeezing him firmly.
The symphony of flesh smacking and the grunts from below were making Spike breath, little pants of lust as he felt his body crackle with electricity, his balls tightening, signalling his oncoming zenith.
Never losing his rhythm Spike lent down across Puppy’s bare back, his hands leaving the jutting hip bones to slide down the strong arms and encircle his wrists with a delicateness that belied his harsh pounding.
“You belong to me,” Spike panted into Angel’s ear, giving the back of his neck a sharp bite, a soft lick.
“Yes, Master, I belong to you,” Angel replied, knowing the answer, clenching himself around the length inside as he felt Spike grip his wrists tightly, the nails digging into his skin.
Spike’s rhythm became erratic as his body tingled, and he released himself into the pliant, grasping body below him. He fell onto Angel’s back, noting the strain of his Pets muscles as he struggled to hold them both. He ran his fingers up and down Angel’s arms, as he began a slow, languid pumping again.
Angel was sure that he would burst from the pent up delight as he undulated beneath the lean body, his pleasure evident in his swollen, dripping length.
As if reading his Pet’s mind, Spike’s fingers slid down his slightly rounded stomach to his erect root. The strong elegant fingers of his Master encircled him and began to stroke, tenderly, as the slow thrusts continue. He felt his master resting his head onto his back, purring softly as he continues to stroke. Angel moans as Spike wipes away his pre-cum and rubs it back into his silken skin. The liquid makes Spike’s strokes firmer, slicker and Angel howled his orgasm onto Spike’s hand and collapsed.
Spike rolled his spent slave over onto his back, and lay down on top of him, resting his head on the broad chest. He felt a tired hand lovingly stroke through his hair.
“Sleep, Pet.”
They did.
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