Forgetting the Past Ch. 02

Very much so. I think. I sit us both on my bed, wait a few seconds then proceed to attack his mouth with my own. I moan lustily as his saliva mixes with mine, feeling his tongue circle patterns across the roof of my mouth. Whilst we kiss, I reach my hand under his t-shirt and give his nipple an experimental tug. He moans desperately and begins to suck on my lower lip, nibbling at the flesh. I'm enjoying the taste of him when all of a sudden; he pulls away from me and rips his t-shirt over his head before tugging on the bottom of mine. I take the hint, pulling my t-shirt over my head and revealing myself to him. Once again I'm confronted with his beautiful marble skin and I play dot to dot with my tongue, using his freckles for guidance.

I push him down onto his back then work my way from his feet up his body. Starting at his calves, I admiring their lean shape and the way they curve into his knees. I lightly run my fingers from his knees to up his thighs, pushing under his shorts and making him tremble. Eventually the urge to explore his most intimate parts overwhelms me so I make quick work of his shorts, throwing them to the floor. I turn back to him and revel in his beauty. He's even more attractive to me now than the first time I saw him. Remembering the words I used to describe him, I smile.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Because you're perfect. Beautiful in fact."

A blush stains his cheeks and he looks like he's going to say something else but I stroke a finger over his balls and listen delightedly as he lets out a gasp of air. My mouth waters, jealous of the brief contact my fingers had, and so I lower my head, sucking one of his pale orbs into my mouth. His hips rise of the bed, pushing his crotch into my face and I groan in consummate pleasure as the taste of him rolls over my tongue, coating my taste buds. Sucking one then the other, Tyler lets out desperate little noises and tries to angle his cock closer to my mouth.

"Ares...in your mouth. Ares...please." He begs.

His pleading turns me on immensely, so I grant him his wish, lapping gently at the head of his cock, making sure to tantalise the throbbing vein running on the underside. His pleading becomes even more desperate so I put him out of his misery and swallow the length of his cock. A small scream issues forth from his lips. I circle my forefinger and thumb around the base of his cock, squeeze firmly and attempt to push as well as suck more blood into the already swollen head. It works because he emits another louder scream and his hands grip the sheets tightly. I chuckle at the back of my throat. This proves too much for Tyler because his body tenses then jerks wildly, his cock shooting the hot creamy affirmation of his passion down my throat. I swallow greedily before moving myself up to share with him his seed. He sucks enthusiastically at my tongue as we share his sweet juices between us.

"That was amazing." He pants. "I've never come like that before."

I offer him a feral smile, before ridding myself of my own shorts and straddling his chest. Leaning down, I whisper into his ear huskily.

"I want you to suck me. I want to feel those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock and I want to watch as I fill your belly with my seed. Will you do that for me?" I pause and suck his lobe delicately before adding softly, "Please?"

He doesn't answer me, instead reaches his hands to my arse, and guides me towards his mouth. He licks tentatively at the mushroom head causing me to let out an agonised groan. His tongue continues to torture the head, swirling around the tip, making me leak copiously before dipping his tongue into the slit and sucking gently. If I hadn't already been kneeling, my legs would have surely collapsed. After a few tortuous minutes of this he pulls my arse closer to his face and pushes my cock deeper into his mouth. I watch through hooded eyes as his full lips encompass almost half of my cock. I can hear the slurping of his tongue and I have to grab onto the headboard to stop from fisting my hands in his hair, and ramming myself down his throat before he's ready.

I can see my knuckles turning white from the intense grip that I have on the headboard. Breathing is getting harder and harder to do as Tyler lashes his tongue around my cock. Little keening noises issue forth from my throat that I struggle to contain. Tyler's mouth is wet and hot around my cock but I want to be buried inside his throat. He must sense from the sounds leaving my lips that I want more because he lifts his head off my cock, takes a breath, then roughly shoves my hips forward, filling his mouth and throat completely.

Immediately I gasp and almost choke, reeling from the sight of my 7" sheathed in his throat, his breath tickling the base of my cock. At first we stay like that, luxuriating in the moment; me giving, him taking. After a minute or two, his hands reach for mine, unclamping them slowly from the headboard. He places them on his head, watching me; his eyes trusting. He puts his own hands back on my arse, and then lies there watching me, waiting.

Tangling my fingers in his hair, I push him slowly off my cock, wallowing in the feel of his tongue as it laps at me, bathing my cock in saliva. Smoothly I glide his head forward, thrusting my hips at the same time, exploring the depths of his throat. All the while, he's watching me; hand stroking my cheeks, occasionally exploring the groove in between.

My gaze alternates between his eyes and his lips watching fascinated as they slide gratifyingly over my cock. I continue this for some time, aware of our moans colliding and melding, creating our own unique symphony of pleasure.

Soon it becomes too much and my hips gain speed, pulling Tyler's head faster and faster to meet them, filling his narrow throat snugly. I feel one of Tyler's hands reach for my balls. My orgasm hurtles swiftly towards me making the muscles in my legs and arse flex wildly. Tyler sucks his cheeks in harder whilst simultaneously ramming two fingers up my arse in much the same fashion as my cock is doing in his mouth. My eyes move to Tyler's even as stars explode in my vision and my body tenses almost painfully. I give five quick, hard thrusts before holding myself deep and exploding violently down his throat. He watches me watching him as he swallows my load, listening to me growl, still twisting the fingers buried inside my arse.

Exhaustively, my cock stops shooting and I pull my satisfied cock from between his lips. He purposely grazes the head with his teeth, extracting a weak cry from my mouth. He smiles devilishly as I collapse next to him, prostrate.

"Did you enjoy feeding me your seed?" He asks innocently, granite eyes twinkling.

In response I grab his head and force his lips to mine, sucking on his tongue, tasting the remnants of my seed. I lean into him and realise that once again, he's hard. I raise an eyebrow.

"I think you enjoyed it even more than me."

Watching his face, I pass my thumb over the head of his cock, coating it with his precum, and then suck it into my mouth. Delightfully this draws a moan from him and he bites his lip. Opening his eyes, he sees me grinning. In retaliation he tugs own my cock making it jump and come to life. I watch amazed as his hand travels the length of my cock, bringing me to hardness so soon after my climax.

I grunt, and then order aggressively, "On your hands and knees. Now!"

He complies, wiggling his arse at me enticingly. Spreading his legs wider, I stop to admire him. His body is perfection. Thighs strong and lean, taper upward into the soft swell of his arse. My eyes roam to between the two peaks of his arse, visually devouring the cleft. The light dusting of hair between his cheeks spurs me into action and I press my finger into his groove, enjoying his whine as I do so.

Taking my finger from his arse, I reach into my draw for my trusty KY. Thrusting it into his hand I tell him to hold it. I want to make obvious the fact that soon I'll be buried in his arse. Leaving him holding the lube I delve into his crease. Despite him sweating, the salty clean smell I've come to associate with him permeates my senses. He's slightly musky as well which drives me wild so I spread further his cheeks and lap greedily at his flesh.

I can hear him murmuring now, more pleas falling from his lips. Taking my tongue, I drag it down past his opening, feeling him quiver and proceed to lap at his balls. Bringing my hand around him, I slowly jack his cock, enough to pleasure him but not enough for release. Keening, he rocks his hips, alternating between finding my tongue and fucking my hand.

Before he has time to react, I lance his rosebud with my tongue. He jolts violently, his back arching and my name passes his lips on a gust of breath. Relentlessly, I probe him with my tongue, moistening his fissure with my saliva, luxuriating in his unique taste. When I've reduced him to a quivering mass of flesh, I take the lube from his hand and pour a liberal amount onto my fingers. Replacing my tongue with my fingers, I ease one in. We groan.

"You're almost like new." I pant. "You sure you've done this before?"

He's obviously hard pressed for words so he simply nods his head. I stroke my fingers along his walls, feeling hot velvet. I push my finger in deeper, massaging his insides soon replacing one finger for two when his staccato of moans becomes higher and more frequent. Still exploring his arse, I drag my tongue along the line of his spine until I reach the base of his neck then move over to his ear.

"Can I fuck you now?"

He lets out a series of sighs. I twist my fingers in his arse and brush very lightly over his prostate. This time he shrieks so I repeat my question.

"Can I fuck you now?"

He manages to grit out, "Is the sky blue?"

I react by pressing down harder on his prostate, grinning when he lets out a yelp. I remove my hand from his cock, listening as he gives a disappointed whine and lube my own cock thoroughly. Once done, I pull his hips closer to mine, then line up my cock to his crevasse. I stroke his back, soothingly.

"Tell me when."

He gulps audibly, "When."

I push into him and watch as my cockhead breaches him. He lets out a grunt and then a cry as I push deeper. He's tensed up which is pleasurable for me but signifies to me that he's in pain.

"I'm hurting you."

"It's just for a bit." He pants.

I hesitate to move, unwilling to fill him if he's in pain despite his assurance.

"Ares, it's ok. Keep pushing."

I ignore him, instead opting for stroking him. I run my fingers up his back and over his shoulders then back down again. Listening for changes in his breathing that indicate he's no longer in pain, I rub my thumbs over his nipples, pinching and pulling until he's sighing beneath me. Taking one hand down, I grasp his cock. When I can tell he's distracted by the feel of my thumb opening and closing his slit, I slide my cock inside him to the hilt. Thankfully, he doesn't scream but tenses up momentarily before relaxing.

Slowly, we begin the old age dance of coupling. Continuing to stroke him, I ease out of his tight chasm until his muscles clutch only at the head. When I can stand this no longer, I push back in, fighting his resisting muscles, watching as his sphincter swallows me whole. His hole stretches to accommodate me until eventually I can slide in and out of him with ease. He reciprocates eagerly, thrusting his hips back to meet every one of my strokes, squeezing his muscles tightly, chuckling when he hears my harsh whoosh of breath.

"You better stop that." I warn.

"Why would I do that?" He teases back.

Once again he clamps down his muscles and I feel my eyes roll into the back of my skull.

"I'll come if you don't." I gasp. "I don't want to leave your arse yet. I want to savour it. Savour you."

I watch again as I slide between his marble cheeks, deep into his secret place. My cock glistens with lube and precum allowing me to slide smoothly into his scalding arse. I'm gripping his hips tightly; there'll be bruises in the morning but the ferocious grip of his rectum sliding against me is too consuming for me to stop. I make a particularly harsh thrust inside him and he jerks violently against me.

"Ares...again. That spot...again." His chest heaves, breathing laboured.

I angle my thrust again and am rewarded with the same reaction. I keep this up, brushing the head of cock over his prostate, feeling his sphincter contract viciously around me. Again I can feel the beginnings of my orgasm, Tyler's arse pushing me towards climax. I want to be wrapped around him when we come so I brush my hand up his chest and wrap it loosely around his throat. Bringing him up off his arms, I seat him in my lap. I thrust up into him, making sure to brush against his sweet spot. My hand still wrapped around his throat, I bring his head to my shoulder. I lick at his neck, breathing into his ear obscenities, telling him how tight he is, how hot, how gorgeous.

"Oh God...Ares...ugh. I'm gonna...soon..." He tails off, babbling incoherently.

I trail the free hand that's not around his neck over his torso, stopping to pinch at his nipples, then lower, stroking at his cock. He jack-knives forward, only stopped by my hand at his throat. I can feel his muscles contracting tightly around my cock, his body tensing, his cock leaking intensely making the strokes of my hand slide easier on his hardened fresh. I'm taking long, hard strokes up his arse, our moans rising to a crescendo.

Tyler begins to whimper, his body quivering against mine. Under my palm I can feel the vibrations of his throat. I stroke him harder, both of our hips moving rapidly. Abruptly, Tyler lets out a large groan, his cock swells and then he's spurting abundantly, coating my hand with his seed. I feel his arse cheeks tauten against my thighs and his rectum becomes a vice on my cock. A strangled cry escapes my throat as his arse literally sucks my balls dry, clamping down on me. I spurt into his arse liberally, coating his rectum with my come.

We slump against each other, inhaling fiercely. Using the hand on his neck, I turn his face to mine, making him watch as I lick his spilt seed from my fingers. He watches intently until I finish, then presses his mouth to my own, once again tasting his seed. I moan exhaustively into his mouth. Using his hair, I pull him away.

"That was amazing."

He smiles that mischievous smile I'm so familiar with.

"Ah, it was ok."

"Hey!" I say outraged.

He grins again.

"Alright, I agree. It was amazing."

I disengage our hips, lay us down together and pull a sheet over us. He runs a hand through my hair.

"I love your hair. It's beautiful, reminds me of freshly fallen snow."

"You've just noticed? People always ask me about it as soon as we meet." I consider him for a moment. "It's a result of-"

"Premature leukotrichia." He finishes for me. "I know."

"How'd you know that? Nobody knows that."

He taps the side of his nose and raises an eyebrow, yawning slightly. "Not as many people are as smart as we are."

I laugh simultaneously at the same sentence he uttered when talking about the meaning of my name and the way his eyelids are slowly but surely closing with fatigue. I turn him over and nestle him into my chest. Breathing in the scent of his hair, I nuzzle in the soft flames. I'm tired but for a while, I watch him, liking the sleepy smile that paints his lips. Briefly, I worry about Azrael. He doesn't really mean it's not over, does he? I attempt to dismiss the thought but as I fall asleep, the irresoluteness of the situation itches at me.

He won't do anything stupid, will he?

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