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Daniel proves himself right, because other Daniel does indeed look good riding dick.
Substantially better than good, he thinks, watching him bounce on it, moaning loudly, with his eyes squeezed shut. For his part, Daniel’s working on committing the sight to memory; the expression on his face, the way his dick is slapping hard and loud against his stomach and the sporadic glimpses he gets of his own dick, shiny and red from the lube and the onslaught it’s enduring.
Daniel’s about to have a pretty urgent situation at this pace. He’s grown unaccustomed to concluding proceedings so early and would much rather string it out to extend his own fun, as well as the boy’s.
Speaking of which, he suddenly remembers to check in on the boy’s mind, see how he’s feeling, how close he is.
It’s a shock then, to tune in and find him nowhere near orgasm. In fact, he’s barely feeling it at all. Sure, he’s brimming with sensory input, but it’s got the tactile nuance of white noise. It’s a cacophony of motion, noise and adrenaline, but with none of those tight little hooks of pleasure that pull you along and have you chasing, moving this way and that, a slave to the body’s overwhelming instinct to seek pleasure and release.
Instead, what’s happening in his body feels like an endurance exercise of relentless exertion. It’s like jogging on the treadmill, limbs on automatic pilot, knowing well enough the order in which to move, and then doing it repetitively, until you stop noticing the blister on your heel or the burn in your lungs. At least with that kind of exercise, Daniel knows the process is supposed to offer an accompanying disassociation in the mind, a letting go of thoughts and worries.
However, right now, the boy’s internal dialogue is incessant, even more than usual; is this what he wanted? Is it good? Am I being too loud? He likes it loud, right? Does he? He must do. What else does he want? Do I look good? Is this how he does it for him? Should I slow down? No. Keep going. Will he want it like before? Should I do that instead? What does that look mean? Why is he looking at me like that? What did I do wrong? Fuck. What -’
“Hey, Daniel, relax, just -” Daniel puts his hands on the boy’s hips, uses them to slow him right down. “Stop a minute, okay? Let’s just..”
The boy looks uncertain, but he does his best to cover it up, pouts at Daniel and starts touching his own dick instead, like he’s filling the silence. He’s making a show of it, playing with the precome he finds, sly eyes on Daniel, checking that he’s watching. Satisfied that he is, he drops his head back, curving his spine and pushing his chest out. Before long he’s starting to lift and drop himself on Daniel’s dick again, jacking himself off at the same time.
“Hey,” Daniel repeats loudly, holding the boy still once more. His head snaps back up, eyes blinking open, looking hazy. “Remember me?” Daniel continues. “The person attached to that thing?”
Young Daniel tilts his head in that way he does, like he’s confused.
“Does this even feel good for you?”
The boy scoffs and looks pointedly to the erection in his grip, like that’s the answer. He starts stroking it again, trying to pull out of Daniel’s firm grip, so he can resume his routine. Daniel’s fingers tighten.
“What?”
“What do you want right now?”
“To come. To make you come.”
“And are you close?”
“I could be, if you let me fuckin’ move. Just.. let me. I’m gonna make it so good for you, I promise.”
He pauses, swallows loudly. “Or.. was it not – do you -”
“Hey, word from the wise -”
“Oh, what the fuck? Now?” The boy rolls his eyes, like the inpatient brat he is. “Also, isn’t it word to the wise?”
“Shut up and.. respect your elders. Old man wisdom, part one -”
“Hardly.”
“Okay, well part.. whatever. Trust me kid, any dick you are riding is having a good time. It is enjoying what you are doing. Guaranteed. Having a blast. Very nearly literally, the way you go at it.”
Young Daniel looks smug. “So, what’s the problem?”
“Well, I mean..” Oh shit, Daniel thinks. Should he maybe not be balls deep in the kid for this talk? Or would asking him to hop off make this somehow worse?
He’s kind of amazed his own dick has stayed as hard as it has. Vampirism really is the shit.
“Oh my – what?!” Daniel exclaims, because in his moment of indecision, the boy has apparently reached a hand behind himself and is starting to poke and prod at the point at which Daniel’s dick disappears into his body. He’s tracing around his own stretched asshole, while seriously debating if he could add in a finger or two, just to see.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Daniel says under his breath, then louder; “Stop that! Listen,” he shifts slightly, feeling like he should at least adopt some kind of semi-seated position for this. The boy gasps and whines at the change in sensation.
“Shit! Sorry. Just -” Daniel sighs, gives up and remains where he is. “Look, when you’re, you know, doing it this way.. it’s not like fucking a woman, yeah? You don’t just hammer away until you hit.. the finish line.”
The boy looks confused, mutters something about mixed metaphors, and Daniel reconsiders.
“What I meant to say is, it’s not something you rush after, it’s something that comes to you.”
“The female orgasm?”
“No, you idiot. You! Your orgasm.”
“Right,” the boy says, drawing out the word, like he’s indulging someone’s inane small talk about the weather or some drunk uncle’s off-color humor at thanksgiving. “I know how to get myself off, man. I mean, you know I do. Ripe fruit, remember?”
“Don’t – I’m not talking about you fucking things – or indeed people – I’m talking about getting fucked.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“This is hardly my first time.”
“Yes I know, but do you actually enjoy it? Do you like the way it feels?”
The boy opens his mouth.
“And I don’t just mean mentally.” Daniel adds quickly. The boy shuts his mouth. “Like, I know it’s exciting to get fucked, you know, psychologically. That you want to be good and you enjoy being.. well.. I’m not gonna say ‘used’-”
“I mean, you can. I do.”
Daniel pauses.
“Okay, will you just do something for me?”
The boy considers, then nods.
“Just let me touch you – like this – but you stay still, yeah?”
The boy sighs, like it’s a great inconvenience. “Fine.”
Daniel laughs. Poor kid, right?
He lets go of the boy’s waist, slightly alarmed to see the skin blanched from the tightness of his grip. Watch it, he says to himself.
He begins running his nails lightly up and down the boy’s thighs. He keeps it up for a few minutes, his touches alternating between soft and hard. In response, young Daniel’s body relaxes, sagging under his own weight.
“Yeah,” he sighs, “yeah.” He starts to rock then, subtle little movements with his pelvis.
“No.” Daniel says firmly, removing all touch in response. “Just this.”
Young Daniel looks shocked, upset, then annoyed and Daniel listens in on his thought process. He considers arguing, considers doing it anyway, considers doing it and jerking off at the same time.
Then he looks at Daniel, studies him in fact, for a long moment, and the internal chatter stills. He stops moving. There you go, Daniel thinks, nodding back subtly and resuming the slow indulgent touches up the boy’s thighs.
His thighs look good, extra thick, given the way the skin is squashed against his bent knees. The skin is pale, but the leg hair is still dark. Daniel begins adding an occasional tug at the hair in with the rest of his movements. The boy flinches each time, his nerves tingling with the alternating pleasure and pain.
“I want you to do something,” Daniel says after a little while. “Listen to the full instruction before you start.”
“Okay,” Daniel says in a quiet voice.
“You’re going to lift up, but keep me inside, just the last couple of inches, then hold that position. Can you do that?”
“Erm.. yes?”
“Good. Show me.”
Young Daniel closes his eyes to concentrate and raises himself part-way off Daniel’s dick. He feels every inch of it withdraw and he exhales a subtle whimper at the sensation. His hands go to the other Daniel’s thighs for support, using it to keep himself anchored and in place. That done, he opens his eyes again, searching for approval.
“Perfect,” Daniel says. “How does that feel?”
“It’s.. I’m -” the boy sighs, “can’t you just read that from me?”
“I can, but what if I want you to say it for yourself?”
“Shit, man, it’s -” the boy accidentally clenches in frustration, surprising himself with the way that feels. He grunts as his dick jerks. His blunt nails dig into Daniel’s thighs.
Daniel looks at his mouth. His lips are thick and wet, but they’re clamped firmly shut.
“Look, it’s literally impossible to be self-conscious with me. You see that, right? You don’t have to perform for me or prove anything to me. Just let yourself feel it, yeah? You can relax, take your time.” Daniel strokes his index finger up the newly exposed portion of his own erection, runs it up the shaft, to the point where it’s enveloped. “This is your dick, Daniel. You know that. And tonight, it’s all for you. Use it to find out what you like, yeah? Use it to make yourself feel good.”
Young Daniel blinks slowly, looking eager to please - as ever, yet somehow vulnerable.
“It’s okay,” Daniel adds, wiping sweat from the boy’s forehead. “I’m with you and I know what I’m doing, especially with this body. You better fuckin’ believe I do. And I know it’s intense. But that’s the high too, baby, you feel it?” He rubs across the boy’s bottom lip, where he’s biting it and pulls it free. The response comes in the form of a quick flick of tongue to the tip of his finger. It retreats as quickly as it came, as the boy’s mouth transforms into a giddy, horny smile.
“Ugh, you’re so – and you look – goddamn it kid, I fucking – it’s a good job I’m already dead, that’s all I’m saying.”
The boy laughs and then yelps. “Oh! Don’t make me – ahh!”
Daniel watches a drop of precome bead and drip.
“Good?”
Young Daniel doesn’t answer. His mouth just hangs open, his eyes fixing on Daniel in shock.
“Yeah, I know. Do it again. Bear down. Describe for me how it feels.”
“Haa.. intense. I can – ah – hardly do it.. too stretched.”
“Oh.. fuck. Well. Mmm.” Daniel pinches his own thigh.
He moves the hand to the space they’ve made between their bodies and cups Daniel’s balls. The boy doesn’t speak, just shudders and tightens his grip on Daniel’s thighs, committing himself to feeling it.
Daniel proceeds to touch and explore. He’s kind of intrigued to notice how different this feels compared to what he’s used to now. The temperature obviously and the texture of the skin yeah, but even the weight, the way they’re positioned. When he’s thoroughly investigated rolling and massaging the boy’s testicles, he moves onto the perineum.
“This alright?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Daniel knows exactly where to find the swell of the boy’s prostate of course, but he takes a moment to rub the pad of his thumb across the entirety of his taint first, lets him feel it all, waits for him to need Daniel to press harder at that one specific spot. After a while, the boy does just that, adjusts his stance himself, to provide the pressure right where he needs it.
“Yeah, good boy. Just there?”
“Yes.” The boy says with feeling.
“That’s your prostate gland.”
Young Daniel cackles. His shoulders, previously tight around his ears, shake then loosen with the laugh. “Wow. You really do come from the age of enlightenment,” he deadpans. “Could you spell that for me? Will there be a quiz later?”
“There might be, smart ass! So you better shut the fuck up and listen to my prostate facts.” Daniel huffs. “As I was saying re. the prostate gland; right now, it’s swollen, ‘cause you’re aroused.”
“No shit.”
Daniel removes the pressure and the boy whines. “No, I’m not – just shush. I’m moving my thumb a fraction lower, closer to me, okay? But it’s still perfectly aligned. You just need to come and get it.”
The laugh that had been lingering on the boy’s face disappears. He goes alert and hungry. “How do you mean?”
“Move a bit. Not like a goddamn jack in the box, just shift around a bit, press down, experiment.”
“.. like this?”
“You’re a clever boy, you work it out.”
“Okay, okay.. ah.. god! Wait -”
Young Daniel eventually hits upon a hip circling motion that has his eyes rolling back.
Daniel licks his lips as he watches, excited to observe the boy lose himself in it. Excited to be of service in this way too, if he’s honest. He’s keeping the door into the boy’s mind cracked a fraction, just so he can oversee things, make sure it’s all feeling good, but not too good, not yet. All is well currently, besides an ache in his knees and thighs from holding the position.
Aside from micromanaging one Daniel dick, he’s also got his own to keep an eye on. He’s been keeping an admirable degree of control over it, if he does say so himself, despite the constant stimulation, physical and visual. Concentrating on the boy like he’s a test subject is helping and he’s using it to block out as much of his own arousal as possible. Which is just as well, because he can feel his own ass clenching now as he watches, jealous little sympathy contractions, as if to remind him how good that feels – to be epically full like that and how he’s currently so empty in comparison.
Without intending to, he imagines Armand here, what he’d say and do. He imagines Armand behind him, somehow filling Daniel in the same way he’s now filling the boy. All three of them, connected again. He can almost hear the words whispered in his ear: ‘My boys, so beautiful together, so perfect. Look how good you are with him darling, showing him everything we do. Everything you like. Just as I made you. I’m so proud of you, Daniel. Let me show you just how much..’
Oh fuck..
“Wait – stop! Shit. Stop a second.”
Daniel shifts his attention urgently back to his companion, makes himself do that thing of naming the things he can see. Of course, there is only Daniel. He’s panting now, sweating heavily from the effort and the restraint. His eyes are spellbinding. The green is forest lush, wet and enticing. He looks glorious, powerful and determined, focused on his pleasure.
And what does he hear? Lewd wet sounds, the bed creaking, his own heart racing and Daniel. Daniel moaning, sighing, grunting. Daniel breathing; ragged and irregular. Daniel’s pulse; loud and fast.. running hot, coloring his cheeks and neck.
And Daniel smells it too, the blood. Impossible to ignore, when it’s so fast, so close to the surface -
“Christ! Okay, get off. Quick.”
“Why – was I doing okay?”
“What? Yes, of course. I, uh, can tell your thighs are aching, so I thought I’d give you a break.”
The boy looks surprised, stares back adoringly.
“Just.. lie on your back.”
He does, pleased at the way Daniel is directing him and deciding what comes next. He nuzzles into Daniel’s side contentedly, blinking up at him with puppy eyes.
Daniel gets stuck staring back for a few seconds, decides the kid is kind of sweet, for a complete moron.
“You’re doing real good Danny. Doing so well.”
“Thanks coach.” The boy says with a grin. The shit.
Daniel glares affectionately, then gropes around under the right side of the mattress, knowing exactly what is there, why and for whom. His own heart thumps at the memory of stashing it there as a young man. God, it had felt like being given a ring back then.
He withdraws a fancy, probably antique, (he never did ask) ivory handled nail file and sets about using it. The boy notices what he’s doing and his pupils dilate.
In return, Daniel fixes him with an indifferent, dismissive look, like he’s just some socialite getting a manicure in the valley. “What?” he says casually.
“He’ll know you touched his stuff.”
“Oh, I touched his stuff alright. And I’m about to touch a whole lot more.”
The two of them look horny-thrilled about that and snicker conspiratorially.
“Anyway,” Daniel continues, “you’ve got hands of your own haven’t you? Tag in for me while I do this.”
“Right on.. though I don’t think ‘tag in’ is the expression, man.”
“Whatever, disco boy, I don’t know sport and I don’t care and neither do you. Does it matter? Just finger yourself while I’m busy, yeah?”
Young Daniel giggles, always pleased to get a rise out of someone. Then he spreads his legs.
“Ah, ah!” Daniel holds a now suitable-for-fingering finger up, “more lube first. Where did it go?”
“On the floor, maybe..”
Daniel retrieves the bottle. There’s carpet fluff and dark curly hairs stuck to some old overspill. “Jesus christ,” he says grimacing, “you’re a slob, you know that? I should have you tidy your room instead. How old are you and you still live like a teenager.”
“Oh yeah, you gonna put me over your knee, daddy?”
“Gross.. and.. you wish.” Daniel drops the bottle into the boy’s lap. “Now get to work.”
A short while later, the boy whines, the sound accompanied by a feeling of intense need that crashes into Daniel’s brain without invitation. He throws the file somewhere, lays alongside the boy, elbow bent, head on hand.
“How’s it feeling?”
“Uh.. fine..”
“Wow. The wordsmith at work.”
“It’s not as – will you do it? I want you.”
They’re casually said, but Daniel feels the words land in his dick and his chest. He’s only human – more or less – and hearing and feeling that from this beautiful, voracious, turned on vision of everything he’s been craving ruins him.
“Yeah,” he says scrambling, “god anything. I want to – yeah, let me take care of you.”
The boy whimpers, closes his eyes, takes hold of Daniel’s fingers, currently on his face, and directs them lower himself.
Daniel goes with it, adjusts their positions, so he has the best access and can see exactly what he’s doing.
He scoops up the excess lube that’s running down the boy’s ass and pushes it in, just a fraction to start. He’s already so wet and relaxed, it’s easy. Young Daniel whines.
“It’s okay. Keep breathing sweetheart. Long deep breaths. I’m going to give you everything you want.”
There’s a loud inhale followed by a long sigh. The boy relaxes and stretches one leg out, hooking it over Daniel’s shoulder. Daniel supports the weight of it with his left hand.
“You ready? You want it, baby?”
“Yes, god, please.”
Daniel pushes the finger fully inside. The boy clenches automatically. Daniel waits for him to relax, allowing him to adapt to the feeling. When he’s ready and asking for more, Daniel gives.
He starts slow, interspersing words of encouragement as he goes; “that’s it.. you’re doing so well.. just like that.. you sound amazing.”
The sounds the boy is making are unique. It’s not words, but a mix of moaning and babbling that’s completely involuntary and arousing as hell, like he can’t keep from doing it, like there’s so much feeling in his body, it’s spilling out wildly.
Finally, when Daniel begins stimulating the prostate simultaneously from both inside and outside, the boy gasps, thrust into some sharper space where he’s able to cry out; “oh my god!” followed by a breathless chant of, “so good.. so good.. so.. good.”
“I know baby. I know.”
“Can I – I want to -” Daniel sees the vision in the boy’s mind. He wants to switch to how they were before, to climb on top of Daniel, look him in the eye and press him down. With the vision, comes the feelings; he wants to keep Daniel here in his bed, just the two of them, doing this for days. He wants to straddle Daniel’s fingers, his face, his thighs. Wants to swallow his spit, his tongue, his dick. He wants to envelop him everywhere and in every way he can, to feel him everywhere. “Like we were before, me on top,” he adds, assuming Daniel’s stupor is due to insufficient instruction, “but with your fingers, and so I control the pace.”
“Sure,” Daniel responds hoarsely and they re-arrange accordingly.
Young Daniel groans loud and coarse, from the back of his throat, when he lowers onto Daniel’s fingers. His eyes are wide, like he can’t believe what he’s feeling or what he’s doing. He’s looking at Daniel the whole time, but his hands are restless, moving from Daniel’s belly to his chest, to his arms, then to his own nipples, his ass, squeezing and even hitting. He shoves his fingers into his mouth at one point, sucking and biting. He pulls at his own hair, scratches down his neck. “Oh fuck!” he cries, “it’s everywhere.”
He’s trembling and his abdominal muscles are clenching and contracting of their own accord. It’s astounding to witness. Daniel is careful now, only letting himself feel this from the outside, from his own perspective. Anything more would make it impossible to keep his own body under control.
“I can feel you,” he says awestruck, “I can feel you pulling me in, your body asking for more. You’re amazing. Look at you. This is amazing. Fuck. I love you. Can you come like this?”
The boy doesn’t answer. He’s just staring back open-mouthed and shiny-eyed, too lost now in the sensation, in Daniel’s words, in the look on his face, all of it. They exist like that a little longer, until Daniel attempts to pull the answer from his mind. But it isn’t there, very little is, aside from the feeling of drifting away, floating out to sea rapidly. There’s a disoriented, lost and dizzy seasickness building just at the edges of his consciousness. He’s seeing it as a thick, heavy cloud on the horizon. It looms nearer and grows darker as he strains.
“Daniel. You alright?”
“Wha- I can’t – my thighs and – cramping. I can’t control – it hurts. Daniel. Daniel.”
“It’s okay,” Daniel says withdrawing his fingers carefully, then gripping the boy around the waist and lifting him off. “Let’s take a break.” He lays him down on the bed.
The boy shivers. His mind is messy.
“Hey, I’ve got you. You’re alright.”
“Don’t go.”
“I won’t sweetheart.”
Daniel rubs strong hands over the boy’s skin, massages the muscles of his thighs. That’s what he craved when he felt this way, when it got too much. To feel held firm and steady, safe and protected. He never imagined the need would be finally filled all these years later and that he’d do it himself.
Daniel keeps it up, soothes him all the way back down and wraps him up tight in his grasp.
“Too hot,” the boy complains, once he’s himself again. Daniel rolls off, and the boy turns to keep him in view. In doing so, he catches a glimpse down the length of his own body.
“What the fuck?” he exclaims, restored to his usual exuberance, examining his stomach. “I came? What the -”
Daniel chuckles, “No, you didn’t, not quite.”
The boy is splashing his fingers in a milky puddle.
“It’s, well, not jizz.” Daniel clarifies.
The boy murmurs, currently tasting. He’s like an infant, Daniel thinks, discovering the world by shoving things in his mouth.
“Yeah, zero little Daniels in there. It’s prostatic fluid from, uh, milking your prostate.”
“Ugh, get out of town with that, man,” the boy says, wrinkling his nose. “That sounds nasty, but in a totally bad way. Don’t say that ever again.”
Daniel laughs.. for a long time. This is it, he thinks, the thing that finally gives this weirdo the ick; terminology.
“You can come more than once this way,” he says grinning, “no recovery period needed, the promised land of multiple orgasms. You know about all that yet?”
The boy stares back. He’s giving really quite outrageous heart eyes. Daniel isn’t sure if it’s about the promised land or well.. him? It’s almost certainly the former, he thinks, though that doesn’t explain why his own breath goes weirdly shallow just then, like his lungs are malfunctioning, which is quite the achievement considering he doesn’t need them.
It’s then that he entertains the possibility that more than one Daniel became a bit detached from themselves in the last hour.
He hears the echo of the words he just uttered: You know about all that yet? Who does he think he’s talking to; his Amish date on prom night? He’s seen videos of this kid doing the kinkiest shit imaginable. He’s been this kid doing the kinkiest shit imaginable.
Yet.. look at him. Despite all that, there’s something so brand new about him, shiny and new. Covetous like a goddamn golden ticket.
And look at what he just let himself do because he felt safe. Look what they shared.
“Hey,” the boy says, pulling Daniel’s face towards him, “can we kiss?” Daniel nods. The kiss is soft and shy. Afterwards, the boy mouths across Daniel’s cheek, until he’s positioned just by his ear. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, “guess I wasn’t ready for that just now.”
“Hey, no.” Daniel replies, moving so he can look young Daniel in the eye. “No apologizing. It’s good that you stopped. That you told me. I’m proud of you. I mean it. I know that wasn’t easy to do, that usually – that it doesn’t come naturally just yet.”
“I liked it, but it was just..”
“Too intense?”
“Yep. Also, I thought I was gonna pee on you,” his eyes twinkle, “which would be bad.”
“Oh yeah? Sounds like exactly the sort of thing you’d be into.”
The boy delivers one of his effective ‘fuck you’ looks.
They’re both smiling when they kiss again. The boy licks into Daniel’ mouth, feeds him his tongue, slowly this time, matching Daniel’s technique and then copying it, in a repeating pattern of take and give. They move automatically closer in the process, re-aligning and adjusting, so their bodies press fully together. They’ve each got a leg bent, enfolding the other, using it to pull closer and tighter.
“This okay for you?”
“Yeah.. feels good.” They hold eye contact for a moment. “I need to come, Danny please,” the boy says, “please give it to me.”
“Fuck. What do you want?” Daniel asks, “you want my mouth?”
“No. No. Stay here, with me. I want to look at you.”
Daniel drops one hand lower to give the boy the touch he needs. He doesn’t tease, doesn’t play, just gets him there smooth and steady. Their noses bump as they watch each other, their whispered words falling directly into the other’s open mouth. They grip tight, move together and share the feeling.