Cole and Donovan from "Taming the New Guy" can't get enough of each other!
The tip of Donovan’s cock breached Cole without much effort, as if it had a free pass, a full monopoly over it. In truth, he completely did; there was no other cock Cole wished to take, no other cock he wished to suck, no other cock by which he wished to be bred. Like a good boy, he unclenched his hole, let it bloom open for Donovan to inch into him. Hands clutching at the already soiled sheets, knees spread apart over the mattress, Cole let his head drop lower as Donovan buried himself deeper into him. One more thrust, rougher, and Donovan was pressed tightly against Cole’s prized prostate.
“Fuck, baby,” Cole breathed through gritted teeth, feeling a hand massaging the small of his back. “Do whatever you want, fuck me as hard as you need to steal my milk.”
Donovan leaned toward his ear and flicked it with his tongue. “You won’t touch yourself at all?”
“Not a single stroke, I want to see how well I’ve trained you,” Cole replied, aching to turn and kiss Donovan like a whore in heat. Instead, he steadied himself and stared forward.
How great it would have been to have a mirror as a headrest, to see Donovan pound into him like the bull he was.
“I’ll prove my worth, sir, anything for you.”
You already did, Cole was about to say.
“Do your best!” He said instead.
The first few thrusts were long and slow. Donovan dragged the entire length of his rod in and out, almost pulling out and diving back in. He held onto Cole’s shoulders with both hands, groaning softly as his balls slapped against his ass. His musk aroused Cole further, and it was the most delicate scent, a mix of sweat and freshness, the smell of a man who could impregnate anyone with a single drop of cum. But the only one who got to be inseminated was Cole; Donovan’s allegiance lay with him, absolute.
Each time Donovan pumped his cock against his prostate, precum oozed out of Cole’s slit. Every fucking time, and with every hit, he moaned and uttered lovely words that always leaned toward: I love you, I’m so lucky you’re mine.
“You feel so good around my cock, so smooth, so warm, shit!” Donovan pressed his forehead to Cole’s shoulder blade and kept pounding him. “Am I good? Am I a good boy?”
“Yes, you are! The most perfect boy!” Cole panted, squeezing Donovan’s dick as hard as he could.
“Too tight! Too tight!” Donovan repeated in a frenzy, almost taking his cock out.
“Don’t bail now, just take it!”
“If you keep doing this, I’m gonna cum!”
“Not until I allow you, too!” Cole replied.
Needless to say, Donovan knew exactly what awaited him if he did cum without permission, so he inhaled deeply and began to focus on his breathing. Feeling merciful, Cole eased and relaxed his hole and dipped toward the mattress to make his manhole even more accessible. Like a champ, Donovan drilled Cole without respite.
He might’ve been on the verge of cumming, but it didn’t show. Only his ragged breathing gave him away. Other than that, his cock throbbed and leaked without fear. Cole smiled, only to himself, he had bet on the right horse. He was glad he hadn’t run away and pushed his feelings aside. Donovan was a gift he hadn’t expected, one that terrified him in the beginning because of what he represented. A chance at happiness. Not only great sex, not only a tool to be used for pleasure, but a boyfriend who would satisfy Cole in every way imaginable.
Donovan wrapped muscular arms around Cole’s more slender waist, and Cole took this as his cue to press his back against Donovan’s sweat-soaked chest. A kiss landed on the side of his neck, and then a warm tongue licked his own perspiration clean. Fuck. He was completely undone, whimpering pathetically as more kisses assaulted him. Donovan nipped his earlobe and laughed when Cole whined.
“Are you close?” Donovan asked, blowing a hot minty breath in Cole’s damp hair.
“I’m getting there,” Cole admitted, the urge to grab his cock and jerk it to completion growing stronger. “Are you?”
“I can hold it. I want to earn the right to breed you.” Donovan kissed his nape, and shivers travelled up Cole’s spine. “Giving you goosebumps, huh? I’m doing my job right.”
Tentatively, he knocked his hips more powerfully into Cole’s. A true power top in the making, if Cole let him. He’d have to come up with rules, guidelines for when he wanted Donovan to rock his world like this, or maybe he didn’t. While Donovan fucked him, Cole noticed he never overstepped; he never focused on his own pleasure; he used all his strength and might as a subservient bull should.
One prostate hit landed harder than the other; the one that followed took Cole’s breath away, and when Donovan’s cockhead pressed into him for the third time, cum shot out of Cole uncontrollably. Jets of thick white cum seeped into the sheets, and Cole wrapped his hand around his shaft to milk more of his seed out. His hole became overly sensitive; he needed Donovan to pull out. He couldn’t take it. It bordered on the uncomfortable, but he zipped his mouth shut. Donovan deserved this, to breed him, lay claim to Cole’s screaming hole.
Cole dropped headfirst into the mattress, not caring for the cum in his hair.
A distant voice was begging, “Can I cum, sir? Can I breed you?”
“Go on! Fill me up, big boy!” Cole mumbled loud enough to be heard, lost in the haze of his own pleasure and discomfort.
Soothing cum spilled into him, and Cole breathed out a sigh of relief. Blissfully, he ground his ass into Donovan and milked his cock until there was nothing left. Seed dribbled down his taint, and Donovan continued fucking him until he was allowed to take his cock out. His first instinct was to hug Cole tightly and kiss his nose, then his lips, and for a long time, they lay in the mess they’d made. The ripeness of semen surrounded them, the pungency of sex, of what they had done, of their love, protected them from the cold, hard world.
“I want to stay,” Donovan whispered. “Let’s just buy a farm somewhere, or fly to a deserted island.”
Daydreams were nice. “A farm’s a lot of work, and what would we do on an island if we get sick or hurt?”
“Damn, you sure know how to set the mood,” Donovan said, more amused than annoyed.
“Sorry.” Cole rubbed his eyes and nestled his body against Donovan’s broad frame. “I’ll do anything you want. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Donovan stared at him with big heart-eyes and kissed Cole hungrily. “You are what I’ve been waiting for. I was beginning to lose hope.”
“You could get anybody if you put in the work. I mean, look at you,” Cole chuckled.
“You could, too, you did. You captured me more easily than I like to admit.”
“You were a bit pissed at first,” Cole’s lips quirked up in a smile, and pouted. You slammed the door in my face.”
“Well, you put me through my paces, but it was also super hot!” Donovan tightened the embrace. “I’ve never been happy, not really, until I met you.”
A wave of sadness hit Cole, and he imagined poor little Donovan curled up in a corner, big tears in his eyes as he told himself he didn’t deserve to feel joy. He wondered about his parents. Why was he so hesitant to even mention them? A question about them nearly slipped out before Cole bit his lower lip.
“I’ll make sure you’re as happy as possible. You can tell me anything,” Cole only said as he stroked the side of Donovan’s beautiful face.
“I know,” Donovan kissed him, and they fell asleep entangled in limbs covered in drying sweat and cum.
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