Wish you were in my shoes

Chapter 9 Maybe this could work, or not

The clothes were gone as soon as they got to bed. Christian felt that the redhead was in a hurry again as if he didn’t know anything else, but he was not about to let him do it this time. He pushed his partner onto the bed and from under his pillow got a brand new massaging gel/lube. He felt like a damn youngling when he went to the s*x shop and searched for something more than the clear liquid he was used to. He got the one with heating and also had one with strawberry taste, so he was ready for a massage as promised. Mogue was watching him, not saying a thing, so he took it as a go-ahead and opened the bottle. The thing that the other didn’t expect was that the bottle would be turned upside down and dropped on all his torso and genitals. The liquid was cold, so the victim of the liquid assault expressed his displeasure audibly, but then laughed.

“I feel like a courtesan, all oily and nicely smelling.”

 Christian smiled and dropped the almost empty bottle by the bed. He then mounted his victim’s legs, just lower from his d**k, cracked his fingers, and started the slow massage. The gel was all he needed, slimy and heating up patches of skin. At first, he didn’t receive any feedback, the other was just enjoying himself, but the longer he rubbed his pecs and touched his n*****s, he got some sounds. Mogue’s face was scrunched, but not in displeasure, his eyes were barely open. Christian smiled, that was the result he expected. His hands moved lower to his abs and belly, and as expected, no major reaction, but he didn’t stay there too long, his hands having a wish of their own and while one hand grabbed his d**k and started a slow, torturous rhythm, the other was going down. When he found the greedy little hole, he was in no hurry to enter, even though its owner was. The redhead was squirming, trying to make him go faster, but he was not going to tonight. The hand on the d**k had one speed and that was slow, up, tip rubbing, down, and then all over again. The other hand had its plans also, scooping as much lube from where it overflowed, and rubbed his partner's entrance, not penetrating, just massaging.

“f**k, you want me to beg or what? Come on! Move it already and f**k me!”

“Oh, no begging in the world will help you now, little red, you are mine, in my hands, and I will make you come and yell at least once before f*****g you. You are not getting out of this as fast as last time. By the time I will be done with you, you will not be able to leave this room.”

The smile Christian had on his face was demonic.

Mogue opened his eyes, a bit scared but also excited. The man who was tormenting him was smiling, mischievously so, but seemed to have no malice in his looks. He was never treated this way and it was really hard to accept it and let himself be treated, without giving something back. He tried to get up but the other grabbed his d**k hard, and even though it was pleasurable, it was a bit painful also.

“No way little red, you are not going anywhere. Just get down and let me.”

Mogue wanted to say not to call him that, or to release him because he was leaving, or anything but he just went down on the bed and closed his eyes, covering them with his hands. He realized he wanted this, he needed it. The torture restarted and he could try to lie as much as he wanted to, but it was a lie in the end. The man was making him feel too many things, good things, and he got startled when it got even better. He uncovered his eyes and looked at prince charming licking and sucking the tip of his d**k as if he was a lollypop. His eyes were met with a lusty look. Everything was too much, the massage, the rubbing of his d**k and his hole, and now the licking, they were bringing him too close to the final a lot sooner than he liked. He was about to object again, but the only thing that got out of his mouth was a moan, because the other engulfed his d**k in his mouth, and also added his finger in his hole. He grabbed Christian’s hair with both of his hands and held on, while his waist arched on the bed. How the man found his prostrate so fast was a mystery. Mogue felt everything was heat and pleasure, he was screaming and moaning, he was closer and closer to his climax and he could only hold on until the end.

“Close, close, close…. Christian, don’t you dare stop, I’m so close! f**k!”

He was trembling so hard, his whole body engulfed in heat and pleasure, he was so close, but it was not enough to make him go over. His whole body was screaming for release, but it was as if something was stopping him. Right when he was going and doing something he never did, right when he was about to beg the other to f**k him, two fingers were rammed inside, and that stopped his breathing. The pleasure had lifted a notch but it was still not enough.

“Add another!”

Christian did as he was told and added three fingers in him while not stopping even a second with the others. The moment the man pressed harder on his prostate was when he released, hard and with a lot of noise. Mogue had never felt something so strong, and his body collapsed. He also wanted to have s*x but his consciousness slipped through his fingers.

Christian felt like he won first place, like he got the gold when the other finally released. He looked up with a smirk on his face, ready to brag, but the sight of the fainted redhead made his smirk turn into a smile. He went to the bathroom, turned on the hot water, washed, and m*********d. He came easily, just thinking about the way the other exploded. Breathing hard and feeling his eyes close, he went from hot to cold and woke up. He had to work a few hours, and maybe then sleep. He rarely took more than one or two days of vacation, so he had a lot of them available. After drying himself, he took a wet towel and went to the bed. The sheets will need changing, but not right now. He wiped all the redhead’s torso, pelvis, and back, trying to get all the lube, covered the man with a sheet, and kissed his forehead.

Christian got up with a smile on his face but then froze. What did he just do? Kissed the man on his forehead? Did he ever do something like that? No, never. But then, he never wanted to know so much more about anyone, he never wanted to help someone so badly or to keep someone close, so was it so hard to believe he was doing strange things? Maybe not, so he breathed a few times so as to calm himself down, and got out of the room. Not everyone had to be as cold as his dad. He sighed, got his laptop, and started working, after making himself another cup of coffee.