closed to me, I just added it to my tally of 'things to get back at Duo for,' starting with dripping water all over the bathroom floor and ending with that trick with the aerosol... I tried to banish that particular memory again; the extra stimulation it provided was the last thing I needed. My hands clenched at the handcuff chain, shoulders straining against it, and I had to force myself not to put enough pressure on the steel to break it. Things always went better when I played Duo's games to the end. While my mind was wandering, though, Duo had apparently gotten bored of playing with my balls and had returned his attention to my exposed entrance. I spared a moment's fleeting thought to wonder if he had just been waiting for my guard to drop, and then Duo's hot, moist tongue was penetrating me and that pretty much took up all of my attention. I writhed, reveling in the unmatchable sensation that only a Duo rim job could produce. A muted sound of disappointment, half whimper and half curse, escaped my lips as he withdrew, but it quickly transmuted into a moan as his tongue was replaced by two slender, slippery fingers. "God... Duo..." I groaned, wishing he would just hurry up. He was always a stickler about stretching -- I was the same way, usually -- but his interminable teasing had its predictable effect on me. I was open and ready. "Get on with it..." I arched half off the bed, shouting, as his fingertips brushed over that cluster of nerves inside my body. "Duo!" I shouted, clenching my body around his fingers and feeling them twitch in response. "Touch me again, Duo...!" I heard a sultry chuckle, and then he did. And again. My mind was swimming with the delirious pleasure, thrown into that fascinating world of endorphins where the slightest sensation translates into mindblowing pleasure. Duo's fingers -- magical, wonderful fingers -- suddenly pulled away, and I nearly whimpered with the loss, until I felt something much bigger and hotter nudging at my entrance. "It's about time," I managed breathlessly, the effort it took to speak reminding me that it was, in fact, necessary to breathe occasionally. "Fuck me, Duo... fuck me..." Duo laughed, though it sounded a bit shaky; he too was starting to get overwhelmed by the sensation. "That was in the plans, lover," he assured me, his words ending with a gasp as he eased slowly forward. I would have thrust back against him, impaling myself on him in one move, but for a serious lack of leverage. I was up on my knees, with Duo's legs still firmly pinning mine to the bed; my face was half-buried in the blankets, and Duo's grip on my hips was the only thing supporting most of my weight. Unless I were to free my hands, I had to let him hold me, let him
Re: Anytime
Date: 2006-02-21 05:04 am (UTC)While my mind was wandering, though, Duo had apparently gotten bored of playing with my balls and had returned his attention to my exposed entrance. I spared a moment's fleeting thought to wonder if he had just been waiting for my guard to drop, and then Duo's hot, moist tongue was penetrating me and that pretty much took up all of my attention. I writhed, reveling in the unmatchable sensation that only a Duo rim job could produce. A muted sound of disappointment, half whimper and half curse, escaped my lips as he withdrew, but it quickly transmuted into a moan as his tongue was replaced by two slender, slippery fingers. "God... Duo..." I groaned, wishing he would just hurry up. He was always a stickler about stretching -- I was the same way, usually -- but his interminable teasing had its predictable effect on me. I was open and ready. "Get on with it..."
I arched half off the bed, shouting, as his fingertips brushed over that cluster of nerves inside my body. "Duo!" I shouted, clenching my body around his fingers and feeling them twitch in response. "Touch me again, Duo...!"
I heard a sultry chuckle, and then he did. And again. My mind was swimming with the delirious pleasure, thrown into that fascinating world of endorphins where the slightest sensation translates into mindblowing pleasure. Duo's fingers -- magical, wonderful fingers -- suddenly pulled away, and I nearly whimpered with the loss, until I felt something much bigger and hotter nudging at my entrance. "It's about time," I managed breathlessly, the effort it took to speak reminding me that it was, in fact, necessary to breathe occasionally. "Fuck me, Duo... fuck me..."
Duo laughed, though it sounded a bit shaky; he too was starting to get overwhelmed by the sensation. "That was in the plans, lover," he assured me, his words ending with a gasp as he eased slowly forward. I would have thrust back against him, impaling myself on him in one move, but for a serious lack of leverage. I was up on my knees, with Duo's legs still firmly pinning mine to the bed; my face was half-buried in the blankets, and Duo's grip on my hips was the only thing supporting most of my weight. Unless I were to free my hands, I had to let him hold me, let him