Page 19 of His Cruelest Moves

Finally when he saw that Isard finally couldn’t take anymore, he released the pressure, letting him come up for air. Isard was panting and spluttering, his eyes red and streaming with tears, but he was smiling.

“Oh my God,” he laughed. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“Did you like it?”

“Like it? I loved it!”

Alex chuckled. “Found yourself a new kink!”

Isard grinned. “I guess so. Man, you’re going to ruin me.”

He got up from his knees and put his arms around Alex, hugging him as they kissed deeply, their wet cocks sliding together against their stomachs. Alex took hold of Isard’s slim hips, using his powerful arms to rotate Isard’s hips in a circular motion, so that their cocks rubbed together.

“Can I fuck you?”

“Ah… yeah. I always find it hard—”

“I should hope so!”

“No, I mean difficult, because I’m quite tight.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take it slow.”

And Alex was already reaching into the pocket of his discarded silk jacket and ripping open a condom packet.

“You came prepared!”

“You bet I did. I wasn’t about to let you escape a second time.”

“It was you who did the escaping.” And then he immediately regretted saying it as he saw a shadow pass over Alex’s face. How to make it better? “Yeah, you can fuck me, if I can suck you some more.”

Because he’d noticed that Alex’s erection had gone to half mast and wanted things to be brilliant between them, the way they were a moment ago.

“Sure. Get down there.”

And needing no second invitation, Isard dropped to his knees.

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Alex checked the condom was the right way around, and then rolled it down onto his cock, before stooping to search in his jacket again for the sachet of lubricant. He opened it and slathered a good amount on his dick. Isard stood with his back to him, leaning on the table. He suddenly seemed tense and nervous. Alex approached and while with one hand he gently massaged Isard’s shoulder, he placed his other hand, with the lubricant, between Isard’s ass cheeks and began to massage there. Isard swallowed.

“Just relax,” Alex whispered. He worked his cock and came up behind Isard, but he already knew this wasn’t going to work. “Hey, come with me.” And he took Isard’s hand, leading him toward the door.

“Sorry,” Isard said. “Just the thought of being fucked makes me tense.”

They went inside, leaving their clothes scattered on the terrace, and returned to the studio. Inside, Alex led Isard into the center of the tatami matting.

“Lie down, on your back.”

Isard lay on the matting, his erection sticking straight up, while Alex stood over him, working his cock in the condom, keeping it hard.

“You look gorgeous,” Alex said.

“You are damn sexy,” Isard replied.

Seeing Isard’s pale body laid there, with his dark hair, sparse in the trail down his stomach, but thicker and bushier around his groin, seemed to him poetically like a river. He dropped to his knees between Isard’s thighs, and lowered his head to suck Isard some more, just for a few moments, relishing his slim hard length. The taste of Isard in his mouth excited and got him harder. Then he lifted Isard’s feet from the floor, gripping him by the ankles, and raised his feet over his head. Isard’s ass was sparsely furred in dark hair, thicker around his crack. Alex dropped his head and began to explore that with his tongue, working Isard’s ass, enjoying the sweaty musk of their workout. Isard began to moan in ecstasy as he relaxed and just let himself go, feeling the intense sensation of Alex’s tongue on the sensitive skin around his anus. Alex pushed his tongue inside, lubricating his ass. All the while he was eating Isard, Alex kept working one hand on his own dick encased in the condom.

Finally, when Isard’s hole was slippery and lubricated, he placed the head of his dick at Isard’s hole.