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Carter had been dreaming. A most ... interesting dream. Erotic ... arousing ... almost wet. As he woke up, he was sure at first that he was still dreaming. Because the sensations were still there. And a low voice, close to his ear, saying his name. Not 'Carter,' but 'John.' Low, silky -- the word 'seductive' came to mind. But not a voice he was used to hearing in quite this context, or quite this close. Luka's voice. And a hand on his thigh, moving, stroking slowly. A tongue lightly touching his ear. Luka's erection pressing against his buttock as he lay on his side, with Luka spooned against him.
Carter wanted to groan, but managed to bite it back. As Luka became aware that he was awake, his mouth moved from his ear to trail lightly across his neck … his shoulder. And his name was spoken once more.
Carter somehow managed to make his voice steady ... light. But not, he hoped, flirtatious. "Did you want something, Luka?" It did sound flirtatious.
"Just you." Carter could hear the smile in his voice. Flirtatious indeed. Luka's hand moved to lightly touch his cock, then, even more lightly, his asshole. "Could I interest you in another round?"
He should say no. Carter knew he should say no. He wanted to say no. Once again, he had given Luka the wrong message. His remark, in the flush of post-coital pleasure about not wanting it to be situational ... he hadn't really meant it. Once -- he could explain, understand -- the heat of the moment, the need. The situation. Even a way of thanking Luka for being there when he had needed him ... in other ways. But not twice. Not twice in a matter of hours. He wasn’t sure what time it was, but he knew he hadn’t been asleep for more than a few hours.
But he couldn't say no, and really didn't want to. He'd be lying to himself if he tried to claim otherwise. He wanted it again. The memory of the experience, as much as Luka’s touch, was arousing him beyond the point of turning back. He could easily explain “once” to himself. He could just as easily explain twice, if he had to. At least he wouldn't have to explain it to anyone else. And he knew now what to expect. But still, ‘yes’ wouldn’t come.
Luka read his hesitation correctly. "Oh ... I'll make it more than worth your while. I promise."
"Satisfaction guaranteed?" There was no point in pretending.
"Or your money back ..." Another light touch. "Or at least your ass."
Carter couldn't answer, couldn't say anything at all. His brain no longer functioned, only his body ... or certain parts of it, anyway. They were most definitely functioning. He could only sigh and roll onto his stomach. An answer that Luka, again seemed to read correctly.
Consent received, the preliminaries were brief this time. Neither of them needed much in the way of preliminaries this time. A few wet kisses across and down his back. A hand between his legs to find and briefly stroke his cock. Luka's fingers slipping easily into his ass. He was still loose, still wet from last time. Carter's hips moved automatically to meet those fingers, urge them deeper. He groaned and started to get up to his knees, but Luka said “No, just where you are.” He straddled him, laying on top of him, supporting himself on his elbows, the head of his cock just touching Carter’s asshole. “Do you want it?” he asked, his voice husky now.
“What do you think?”
“Do you want it?” Luka said again, that smile in his voice, his lips brushing his neck. “Consent is important, John.”
“Yes, I want it,” Carter gasped – and then gasped again as he felt Luka’s cock enter him again, all the way into him with one smooth thrust and that almost-pain.
“Too much?” Luka asked.
“No …it’s perfect.” And it was.
“Good. Now don’t forget to breathe.”
The preliminaries had been almost perfunctory, and the entrance quick – but from then on, it wasn’t quick at all. After resting a moment with his cock deep inside, Luka pulled back, very slowly, until he was almost out … then just as slowly pushed downwards until the weight of his lower body pressed Carter into the mattress. And again. And again.
Luka wasn’t touching him at all. Supporting his weight on his elbows meant that his hands weren’t free to touch Carter’s body. But the sensations were still overwhelming as Luka continued his slow thrusting, and his weight and movement made Carter’s cock rub against the mattress. It was all perfect, and Carter wanted it to last forever. But nature, and instinct had other ideas. Nature cared far less about the journey than the destination, and Carter felt himself moving towards orgasm. Instinct made him push his hips upwards against Luka’s thrusts, pushing him faster, trying to hurry him … hurry both of them.
“Oh no, John,” Luka said. “You’re not going to come yet. We’ve got a long way to go.”
“That may not be an option …” Carter managed to say, and then groaned again in frustration as Luka’s response was to withdraw completely and roll off him. Carter didn’t want to come yet … but he really, really didn’t want for Luka to stop.
For a minute, Luka lay beside him on the bed, still not touching him, while Carter lay as still as he could, trying to slow that journey. Then “Turn over. Open your legs.” As Carter obeyed, Luka slid off the bed to kneel beside it. He ran his tongue slowly over his lips. And Carter had little doubt about what was going to happen next.
“If … ‘not coming’ is the goal,” he managed to say, “I think you’re going about it the wrong way.”
“No, the goal now is ‘making it worth your while.” A smile, then Luka’s hand went between his legs to find, and enter his ass again with wet fingers. And his mouth … oh … his mouth. Wet, warm; his tongue slowly caressing his cock.
If Carter hadn’t wanted to come before, he wanted it even less now. But there was simply no way he was going to keep it from happening … short of asking Luka to stop … and there was no way that he was going to do that. Carter managed – somehow – to hold out for 30 seconds or so. Then his hips moved to thrust deeper into Luka’s mouth, once, twice – and into the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced.
When it was finally over, and his brain had …somehow … re-engaged, the thought came to him out of nowhere that the Victorians used to call orgasm ‘the little death.’ He understood that now. And then he opened his eyes and looked at Luka. He hadn’t moved. His mouth was still wrapped around Carter’s cock, his fingers still pushed to the knuckles in his ass. But he was looking at him. And when Luka saw that Carter was looking back at him he slowly pulled his mouth from his cock, lips still closed. And swallowed. And that simple act … the momentary bobbing of his adam’s apple, his tongue moving again over his closed lips, was more erotic, almost more overwhelmingly arousing than anything that had gone before. If Carter had had anything left at all, it would have been enough to make him come again.
Instead he had to settle for a gasped, “Oh …Jesus …”
“So ….” Luka said after a minute. “Was it worth your while?” Carter could only nod. “Do I have to give you your ass back?” His fingers were still there.
“No … it’s all yours.”
“Good, because we aren’t finished fucking yet.”
And Carter heard himself say, “Or, I can … return that favor if you’d rather.” Where had that come from?
“Maybe next time.” Luka smiled and kissed him on the mouth, then motioned for Carter to kneel on the floor in front of him – and entered him again. No slow, teasing thrusts this time, but steady, deep and urgent. Luka’s arms were wrapped around him, damp chest pressed against his back, his face buried in his hair. Carter was too exhausted to feel much now, but he could take pleasure in listening to Luka’s deep breathing, feeling his heart-beat against his back and … finally … the last deep thrust and Luka’s low “Oh, John … John.”
And somehow they both managed to climb onto the bed again, to get a few more hours of sleep before the morning. As Carter started to drift off to sleep, Luka’s arms around him, he remembered Luka’s words ‘maybe next time’ and thought to himself, but no … there won’t be a next time. Twice I can understand. Twice I can explain to myself. To you. But not more.