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When Todd gets home for the day, he finds Black already waiting.
“Go shower,” Black tells him, straightening up from where he’s leaning against a wall.
“Hello to you too,” Todd says, popping the first restrictive button on his collar.
“Now. Come on.” Black grabs his wrist and tugs him assertively in through the master bedroom and straight into the adjoining bathroom.
Todd unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt, watching Black track the reveal of his wrists. “You just planning on watching me shower?” He asks, arching an eyebrow, implying that this is strange behavior and not something that makes the exhibitionist blood in him sing.
Black gives him a reproving look. He simply turns on the tap, waits for the water to adjust—which it does quickly because Todd pays good money for it to do so—and switches on the shower head.
“Okay then,” Todd says, checking him with his hip to move him out of the way and then takes his time to undress. Slides the buttons out of the closures, slips his shirt off his shoulders. Undoes his slacks, takes them off. Slips off his briefs.
Black barely gives him a once over, which is disappointing. He steps into the shower and slicks his hair back under the spray.
Black sits himself fully-clothed on the lip of the bath, turning enough to face him.
So Todd lets him look. Lathers up his hands, soaps his pecs, his stomach, the sharp lines of his hips. He bends his knee and places his foot on the side of the tub in-between Black’s legs. “Are you going to scrub my back?” But it’s rhetorical, so he just rubs the soap into his thigh from where he’s leaning.
His optimistic read into the whole insistent showering business is that tonight he’ll be fucked and fucked well, so he cleans himself dutifully and thoroughly. Slicks his fingers into his ass enough to wash and stretch, but doesn’t tease himself.
And some nights he does just fuck himself on his fingers for the enjoyment of it, but it’s mostly about thinking about Black’s blunter fingers, the callouses he has that Todd doesn’t. The way Black’s hands satisfy him more.
Todd moves on to washing his hair, massaging his scalp. Slowly rinses himself off. When he’s finished, Black turns the tap back off for him, and is waiting ready with a towel when he steps out. Black drapes it over his head and scruffs his hair dry.
Normally Todd’s after shower routine is quite a bit more involved than this, but that’s definitely not the point tonight, so he’s not going to fuss about it. And he does love making a fuss sometimes just to annoy Black, but he’s too occupied with anticipation right now to bother.
Black moves the towel over to his shoulders and pats the rest of his upper body dry. Goes down on his knees on the tile to wipe down Todd’s calves and feet, lifting them one by one, and the simple act of that causes Todd’s throat to go just as dry as the rest of him.
Black shares a pointed look with him before he rises. “Bed,” he says.
The bed is probably a good idea, before Todd’s knees go too weak. More than occasionally he likes to make a point of not doing what Black asks of him, likes to push him around instead, but he’s not feeling anything close to that urge right now.
Todd lets the towel drop to the floor, and leads the way into his bedroom, feeling Black’s gaze heavy and expectant on his back.
When Todd gets close enough to his bed that his knees touch the side, he asks “where?” and turns his head for the answer.
Black twists his finger around, and adds, “on your back.”
So Todd climbs up onto the bed, arranges himself at the center, neck supported by pillows. Black strips himself down, before he takes hold of each of Todd’s ankles and draws his knees up at angle so that his feet are both planted flat on the bed. This might just be for the view, Todd suspects, because Black only holds him in this position as long as it takes him to get up on the bed in front of him. From there, he immediately pulls Todd in so his ass is tight up against Black’s knees, and he draws his legs apart, making him more bare than his nudity itself does.
Black’s fingers circle his hole, and even though he’s dry, he’s still warm and loose enough from the shower that Todd’s not concerned. Black thumbs him open a little, inspecting. And then he’s shimmying down onto his stomach, keeping Todd’s knees supported up and apart.
Black uses the point of his tongue to draw a line of wetness from his perineum up to his balls, then draws back down with the flat of his tongue this time.
Todd’s knees jerk in Black’s hold.
“So fucking pretty,” Black is saying, kissing his hole once and then again at the base of his cock.
“Fuck,” Todd chokes out.
Black doesn’t spend much time on his cock, simply licks into the dimple at the head, before he makes his way back down. He licks his hole firmly, over and over, before releasing the hold on Todd’s knees and bringing his hands to spread his cheeks, furling his hole open wider with his tongue.
Todd ventures a look at him, sees Black notice, and Black drops his mouth open so Todd can watch his tongue fill up with spit and then he lets it drip down. He starts to get Todd’s hole sloppy, and Todd already feels loose without the need for Black’s fingers or lube. Black is sucking kisses onto his rim, poking the tip of his tongue inside.
Todd is fisting the blankets at this point, eyes clenched shut, everything in him screaming to keep still as he gets fucked on Black’s tongue.
He hears the unmistakable click of the lube cap, and startles. Black hasn’t actually left off from eating him out, so he must have stashed it here beforehand.
Black starts by sinking in two fingers deep, all the way to his third knuckles, all in one go. He spreads his fingers apart, splitting Todd open. Curls them as if he’s testing the feel of him, and then he strokes him on the inside, where his body is most vulnerable, most sensitive. And so Todd’s never fully prepared for what that sensation is like, can’t guard against it.
Instead of thrusting his fingers, Black gets back in close and licks in-between them, both over his hole and then inside where his fingers are keeping his ass parted open. Nudges his fingers out just a centimeter while he tongues him, and pushes them back in. Keeping him stuffed. And then he repeats the process, tirelessly, two fingers and his tongue, his lips.
Eventually, he slips his fingers partway out of Todd’s body, still in a V to keep him spread open, and uses his thumb to run over where Todd’s rim has gone swollen and puffy from all the attention. He holds that position while he squeezes more lube over Todd’s ass with his other hand, and then adds his ring finger.
And finally he starts to crook his fingers towards Todd’s prostate, his other hand steady over Todd’s stomach as if he can feel where his fingers would meet from the other side.
Todd hooks both of his heels over Black’s shoulders and uses them as a stabilizer for his wildly shaking thighs. He hasn’t even thought about touching his own cock once.
Black begins to thrust all three fingers roughly, fully in and out, with perfect judgement on the angle so he continuously hits Todd’s prostate. Strokes over it and holds firm pressure there each time he pulls out.
And the thing is, Todd is starting to feel an unbelievable tension building.
Todd has had plenty of men fingerfuck him before, and women too, actually, but he’s never gotten close to coming from it before. He’s certainly been aware of it as a concept. But it’s never something he’s felt attainable or something he’s sought out. Fingers feel good, having his prostate fucked with manual dexterity feels good, getting stretched to take cock feels good. That’s the extent of it.
But Black is getting him there, without question. And maybe it’s the way Black is treating this like a main event, like worshiping his hole and prostate in a way that he can’t with his cock is Black’s focus tonight. Todd is feeling it in his cock too, not only arousal but the same feeling he gets when he’s on the edge, about to come.
Black can read him. He stops using his fingers to fuck into him and switches to stroking his fingers where they’re already buried deep.
Every last agonizing press is amazing.
And he’s coming, hard, from the inside, body convulsing and his cock jerking, but there’s just a trickle of semen. Black is still rubbing over his prostate, watching him through it with what passes for a smirk on his face. And after it ebbs, the dragging throb of his orgasm finally pulsing to an end, he’s still hard.
“Fucking fuck!” Todd yells, typically vulgar, but he feels like the situation calls for it.
Black jabs his prostate one more time, probably just because he can, and removes his fingers centimeter by centimeter from the clench of Todd’s body.
Todd winces. He touches fingers to his own cock, disbelieving. “What the fuck?”
Black takes the head of his cock between his lips and sucks. “I want to fuck myself on you now. You good with that?”
Todd, who is always good with having his cock in Black’s ass, even when he’s shaking and jittery all over, unrecovered from the most forceful and bewildering orgasm of his life, nods.
Black wipes the back of his hand over his mouth, making a show of it for Todd who can’t look away from the red swell of his lips.
He helps Todd lower his legs off his shoulders where they’ve gone rigid, lays them flat and then climbs gracefully into his lap. Pops the cap on the lube one more time to slick over Todd, and to perfunctorily work himself open. Todd watches the bob of Black’s cock as he lifts himself up, and takes in the bunching muscles in his thighs, always a little surprised by how fit Black is despite his small size.
“You looked so good just now,” Black is saying. “I knew you could come for me.”
Praise from Black in bed isn’t atypical and yet it still causes Todd’s belly to flutter every time.
He holds Todd from the base of his cock to keep him still until he seats himself down on top of it. He’s a tight squeeze, always. Todd suspects he mainly only fucks himself in this position so he can control the pace of it, so the temptation to fuck into the sweet clench of him isn’t an option. He can pin Todd’s hips down with his thighs around him, pin his wrists together over his head.
But tonight Todd doesn’t have the strength for temptation. All he can do is feel. Feel the way Black fucks himself on top of him. Feel every wire in his body like it’s in high-voltage. Feel, and think about, and know that Black owns him. That, he hopes, Black not only knows that he owns him, but that ownership is something Black needs, something Black cares about.
Black is masturbating over him as he lifts and sinks on Todd’s cock. It feels good. Whatever Black could think to do to him, it would feel good.
His second orgasm comes up on him quick, blindsiding him. He groans, completely slicks up Black’s insides. The pace of Black’s fist on himself increases and he follows shortly after on a sigh, dripping over his own fingers.
Todd feels somewhere above his own body, outside of his own head even, and, paradoxically, at the same time, anchored more deeply in his skin than he usually is.
Black strokes his thighs through it, carefully slides his fingers up his sides, and when he gets to his face, he holds both cheeks in his hands, grounding him with his touch.
Black is streaking away tears from his face that Todd hadn’t noticed himself cry, which, while Todd has never cried with another partner, isn’t uncommon with Black because he fucks him so good that it’s often an involuntary side effect.
Todd shivers back home, looking up at Black who has yet to disentangle himself from Todd’s lap. His soft cock is still nestled inside of him.
“That’s it,” Black says, gently sitting up and letting Todd slip from his body. Todd feels a small dribble on his upper thigh. Todd lifts his hand when he realizes he has the use of it again and finds the blocks of Black’s tattoo to trace with his fingers when his vision is able to focus. “I’m staying here tonight," Black tells him, which is something he’s never done a full night through. It’s never a decision Todd has been capable of making for him.
Todd knuckles himself hard into the creases of his eyes so that he doesn’t tear up again.
“I think I remember you snoring back in school,” Todd jokes, sniffing sharply because his chest is still tight. “Don’t keep me up.”
“Yes, I remember you can’t have your beauty sleep interrupted,” Black agrees, just shy of playful.
Now that he’s fully cognizant of his own body, Todd notices the little aches, but mostly the way every joint and bone in his body feels relaxed and pliant. What a fucking night. And he needs to know there will be others.
Black is almost impossible to pin down reliably for any length of time. Unless, of course, he’s at the office working on something that benefits one of his pet projects. But Todd is already formulating plans for next time that involve getting Black laid out on some flat surface and then sitting on his cock for hours.
“I’m going to get something to clean up with, then you should sleep,” Black tells him, already leaving the room without a response from Todd.
Todd relaxes back against the bedding, secure, for once, in his return.