Page 11 of Now Comes the Dark

“Oh God,” Roman groaned, closing his eyes and focusing all his attention on his arse. It was the best sensation in the world. Too many men refused to lick another man’s hole, and of the ones who did, so few of them had any idea what they were doing. Roman was certain a man had to love having his own hole eaten in order to know how to do it, to know what made it so good.

He heard Mallon chuckle. “I’ve found your sweet spot. Now let me get your pussy wet and loose. I know what you’re going to like.”

It was no lie or exaggeration. Roman squirmed with delight as Mallon’s expert tongue wriggled around his hole and sent surges of pleasure through his body. Mallon gripped his hips in both hands and pulled Roman’s arse against his face. The tip of his tongue flickered across the opening and traced wet lines around the rim. His arsehole pulsed, greedy for even more. Roman sighed and moaned. He’d never felt so intimate with a man, and they hadn’t even fucked yet. If Mallon could reduce him to a quivering wreck with just his tongue, what would his cock be capable of?

He had no sense of time or how long Mallon ate his arse. Roman was lost to the warm, moist heat of that mouth against his hole. This had become his most intense sexual experience since the night when he had lost his virginity.

Except this was even better. Unlike the lad who had taken his cherry, Mallon knew what he was doing.

Mallon withdrew and gave his butt a gentle, open-handed slap. “Stay right there. It’s time to fuck.”

Roman watched over his shoulder as Mallon stood and undressed.

“You want me to wear a condom?” Mallon asked.

“I’m on PrEP,” Roman answered.

Mallon grinned. With his wide mouth and dimples, it was devastatingly sexy. “Me too. Then we’re both good.”

In just his underpants, he hurried to the bedroom, returning moments later with a small bottle of lube. He stood over Roman from behind and drizzled the cool liquid from a height. Roman gasped as it ran down his arse crack, then Mallon’s fingers were in there, pushing, probing, going deep inside to prepare the way. He dropped his underpants, and Roman heard the slick sound ofhim fisting lube over his cock. Then Mallon’s hands were on his waist and his wet cockhead bumped his hole.

Roman had no idea what to expect. He still hadn’t seen Mallon’s dick, but he didn’t care. He was ready for whatever was about to happen. He pushed back against the blunt crown. His hole stretched, desperate to have it. Mallon chuckled. “You’re a greedy boy.”

Roman nodded. “Fuck me,” he pleaded.

Mallon gripped his hips tighter and leaned into him. The stretch made Roman open his mouth and eyes at the same time.Holy shit. Wider, wider. He gasped. The head still was not inside him.He’s going to break me.

They both groaned as Mallon destroyed the resistance of his sphincter. Once through, the rest of his shaft slipped in easily until his hips pressed against Roman’s buttocks. Roman breathed deeply, adjusting to the intrusion. He was used to cocks of all sizes and shapes, but this one took some getting used to.

Mallon twitched and throbbed inside him. “It’s what you wanted. Yes?”

Roman signed and closed his eyes. “Yes. I want it.”

Mallon gripped the back of his T-shirt and twisted tight, using it like a rein, and eased his cock back, leaving just the head inside. He paused, teasing, waiting until Roman was on the verge of begging, before sliding it all the way back in to the hilt. They both groaned once it was buried deep. Mallon took up a slow and gentle pace, letting Roman appreciate every thick, meaty inch of his dick.

Roman was so used to casual hook-ups who jumped on and fucked hard and fast before finishing in a few minutes, that this was something new. Mallon fucked his arse as expertly as he had eaten it, ensuring maximum pleasure.Why can’t all tops be this good?

After a good ten minutes of leisurely fucking, Mallon withdrew and tapped his butt. “On your back,” he demanded.

Roman rolled over and down. Mallon grabbed his ankles, hauled his arse to the edge of the sofa and held his legs high and wide, before slipping back inside. Roman’s arse was so wet and relaxed that he entered him effortlessly. This new position was even better, allowing Roman to look at Mallon’s face while he fucked him. Mallon let go of his ankles, leaned on top of him, gripping his arse to go deeper. The position brought his cock into perfect alignment with Roman’s prostate, taking him to an even greater state of bliss. Roman wrapped his legs around Mallon’s waist and grabbed his shoulders, locking him in tight.

This was more than sex, more than a random shag. This was everything.

Mallon’s body was on fire. Sweat made his skin slick to touch. Roman buried his face into his shoulder, kissing and tasting the saltiness. Mallon’s cock pounded directly against his prostate again and again in a sublime rhythm, sending a rush all through his body. He couldn’t believe what was happening as the sensations intensified.

“Oh God…I think I’m coming…”

His breath became deeper and more ragged. Without touching his cock, he was about to blow. Mallon fucked him with deeper determination, driving pulses of pleasure through his pelvis.

“Oh shit.” Roman’s legs tightened around Mallon’s waist as he came. Powerful beats ran through his core, his balls, all along his cock, ending with wet surges across his belly—one after another after another. The orgasm was deep and prolonged, and as his arsehole tightened and gripped Mallon’s cock, it took him, too. Mallon let out a roar, burying his head into Roman’s neck and clutching his arse as he emptied his load inside him.

They remained in position afterwards…too shook, too stunned to move. Mallon’s heart beat a rapid tattoo against Roman’s chest, and his breath was ragged against his skin. Roman’s head was in another place on a high, a plateau of ecstasy.

It would take him a long time to come down.

Chapter Five

The Morning After

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