"Will you come see me?"
Dorian tipped Artie's head up, brushing a
gentle kiss over his lips. "Every chance I get, little bit."
This time when Artie melted into him, Dorian
buried his hand in the man's shoulder length hair and tiled his mouth up,
claiming it as his own. He traced the softness of Artie's lips before pushing
his tongue between them, demanding entrance into Artie's mouth. Sighing, Artie
opened to him, and he swept his tongue inside.
He kissed Artie, lingering, savoring. The man
tasted sweet, delectable. Dorian wanted to consume him. The touch of Artie's
tongue against his was a delicious sensation, one Dorian sank into as he
devoured the man's mouth.
"Touch me, please," Artie begged in a low
voice.
Dorian swung Artie around so the man was
straddling his hips. Dorian doubted anyone in history had ever been grateful
for a hospital gown but he was. It left him quite a bit of access to the
practically naked man in his arms. Dorian's hands were everywhere, touching,
exploring. He lifted Artie's gown up out of the way so that his hands could
stroke Artie's naked skin.
He pushed against Artie, the hard cock trapped
behind his zipper brushing up against Artie—like Artie's body had been made
for him. Dorian groaned as Artie bore down and rubbed against him.
Dorian wanted to be buried inside Artie's
sweet little ass. He wanted to wipe away all the bad memories and replace them
with visions of the two of them together. He wanted to watch Artie come apart
in his arms, but now wasn't the time. Besides the fact that anyone could walk
in at any time, Artie had just suffered something pretty traumatic. He would
need time.
Dorian started to lift his head when Artie
whimpered.
"Please, I ache..."
Dorian almost swallowed his tongue when Artie
leaned back and he got his first good look at Artie's weeping cock. The poor
thing looked like it was about to explode. Keeping his eyes on Artie's, Dorian
reached down and wrapped his hand around Artie's cock. When Artie moaned and
thrust forward, Dorian did it again more firmly.
The man was like magic in his arms.
When he couldn't stand it anymore, Dorian
reached down and unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock. In the blink of an eye,
he had his hand wrapped around both their cocks, slowly stroking them
together. Glancing down, Dorian saw pure pleasure flush Artie's cheeks as he
squeezed his fingers around the two of them.
Dorian reached around and tentatively explored
the cleft of Artie's ass. He wasn't sure if the man was ready for that. He had
healed physically but mentally was all together different.
Artie groaned as he pushed back against
Dorian's hand. "Please, Dorian," he gasped as he pushed back again. "I ache."
"Are you ready for me to touch you there,
Artie?"
For a moment, the fog of passion cleared from
Artie's eyes. "Just you."
"Just me, little bit," Dorian promised. He'd
kill anyone else that tried to touch Artie like this.
He gently circled Artie's puckered entrance
with his fingertips, stroking before pressing a single finger slowly into
Artie's gripping heat. Artie whimpered as he arched back, his butt sticking
out as if begging for more.
Dorian was entranced. He slowly thrust his
finger in and out of Artie's tight ass with one hand and stroked their cocks
with the other. The ecstasy on Artie's face would forever be emblazoned in his
memories, something to pull out and fantasize about during those times when
they were apart.
When his fingers brushed across Artie's sweet
spot, Artie cried out. His hips thrust erratically against Dorian and the
tight silken heat wrapped around Dorian's finger clamped down like a vise
grip. Ropes of pearly white cum shot up, splattering across Dorian's hand and
their cocks.
Dorian lifted Artie up and spun, taking the
two steps to the hospital bed. He laid Artie out on the thin mattress and
hovered over the top of him. Scooping up the cum splattered across Artie's
abdomen, Dorian used it as lube and started frantically stroking his own cock
from root to tip and then back again.
The sight of Artie laid out, the hospital gown
up to his neck, baring his naked and sated body, was more than Dorian could
handle. His balls drew up tight to his body and his hips snapped as he gave
into the passion inspired by the nerdy little man splayed out before him.
Dorian clamped his mouth closed to keep from
roaring as his orgasm slammed into him with the force of a freight train. Shot
after shot of cum sprayed from his cock, covering Artie's groin and abdomen,
his chest. There were even drops of cum on his chin.
Dorian's legs shook as he gave his cock a few
more strokes before releasing it and reached for Artie. Something that had
been burning deep in his gut settled when Artie easily went into his arms.
Dorian carried him to the bathroom, carefully cleaning them both up. He zipped
himself up and then helped Artie into a clean gown, tossing the old one into
the hamper by the door.
Dorian lifted Artie up into his arms again and
carried him back over to the chair by the window. He sat down, settled Artie
on his lap then grabbed the blanket and covered him, tucking Artie's head
under his chin.
Dorian brushed a hand through Artie's silky
strands as he pressed a kiss to the man’s temple." You are adored, little
bit," Dorian whispered. "I hope you know that."
There was a small whimper from the man in his
arms. "I do now."
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