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Celestial Sensations	By : FireCracker Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 3371 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER TEN : KING TAKES KNIGHT

The next few days were remarkably normal. Buisness picked up on patrols. Alfred was his usual supportive self, and Jason came around more. Tim still fussed when he didn’t eat enough or rest.
Dick and Clark were still sore spots, but the days apart seemed to have given some perspective. Bruce knew he had to clean up his love life. There was simply no way to dangle so many carrots without someone getting burned. And the Stranger was another matter entirely.
Even the public frenzy regarding his new “boyfriend” seemed to be dying down. The Gotham Flip! Was already chasing some new ambulance. Bruce was quite pleased at the out of court settlement.
I’m shocked anyone believed that bullshit story anyway.
Batman smiled through his specialized optic lenses. Several hooded figures were skulking about a delivery truck. Ah, some activity on 63^rd avenue. How very interesting.
Perhaps I-
Just as he prepared to release a grappler, familiar baritone was heard nearby.
“Bruce.”
“You!” Batman retracted the cable. “I’m busy, Stranger. Do you understand the concept?”
The stoic immortal appeared calm as ever. “Yes, I won’t keep you. May I see you this evening?”
“I’m not up for another episode of The Gotham Flip.”
“No, at your mansion. In complete privacy.”
“I have to go-“
The Stranger gestured suddenly. “I’ve stopped time around the area of your interest. They’ll go nowhere until I leave.”
“Nor will we, apparently.” Bruce said with meaning. “Especially not after the floor show you gave days ago.”
“I can understand your apprehension, but I would never harm you.”
“It’s more an issue of trust, Stranger.”
“No.” shaded features lifted, revealing those green eyes again. So very, very green. Tropical islands, coral reefs. Ocean.
“Different…again.”
“Here I am not a Stranger. I mentioned this before, Bruce.”
The Bat swallowed, feeling the pull once more. He tapped a release for tinted optics in desperation.
“Those lenses won’t work against me.” The Stranger said, gliding forward. “Stop the nonsense, Bruce. I’m not an enemy.”
“Nonsense?” the Bat hissed. “You’ve got a boatload of demon brats and talk to me about nonsense?”
“It’s regrettable you found out that way. It’s why we need to talk.”
“Stay away from me!”
“Never.”
“STOP-“
Too late. The Stranger was in his arms again. Lips both soft and hard doomed him once more. A twisting, grasping tongue pushed through insistently.
Honey, Spice and Musk. Unbearable. Irresistible. Toxic. Hot.
Bruce returned the kiss mindlessly, hands scrabbling and bunching cape. Stinging, itching heat moved under his skin like a thing alive.

Oh God…not this again…

It was back. The buzzing, aching desire that heated his body for days without end. His mind lifted into a familiar fog, frightening in its intensity.
Honey.
The Kevlar was too tight, too restricting. If Stranger wanted to do it on the rooftop, he was game at this point.
But Stranger pulled away suddenly.
“Until tonight, Bruce.” A brilliant smile flashed under the fedora.
“Wait!” he was gone.
Bruce leaned against a chimney block gulping for air. His body heaved and sweated under heavy armor.
Damn him. It’s a wonder he didn’t give the victory sign.
()
Bruce made it through the day without major incident. The Stockholders were happy with the latest financial news, Penguin finally got arrested for his arms shenanigans, and Alfred went out on a date.
His personal life was still a mess, and Bruce suspected it wouldn’t make sense for a long time. Wandering upstairs he collected some toiletries and decided to take a shower. His spa like suite was nearly the size of an apartment with a separate sitting area. Partial to chrome and black granite, Bruce had a contractor build a huge inset tub with a sunken floor. It was grandiose but streamlined and modern, decorated with standing potted trees. At Alfred’s suggestion he splurged on a built in sound system and waterproof retractable flat screen. Bold red walls set off the granite perfectly, as did the pebble textured glass partitions. Gray slate flooring completed the look.
A supply of salt peter tablets got him through the day with his sanity intact. For the first time in years Bruce was jittery with anticipation and the unknown. He sat on the edge of his huge sunken tub in a robe, feet dangling in warm water.
This is crazy. I’m acting like a virgin! But the Stranger almost makes me feel like one somehow. I have no idea what to expect.
Bruce realized it was about control. It’s my own damn fault for letting him lead me by the nose. We’ll see about that. I may be mortal, but I’ll give him the ride of his life!
“Ah. I love a man with ambition.”
Startled from his thoughts Bruce jerked to awareness. And what he saw he definitely wasn’t prepared for.
The Stranger posed against a glass partition, his stance casual. A gloved hand gave a tip of his fedora. The other gloved hand held his cloak between his legs. Legs wearing fitted jack boots emphasizing muscular calves.
He was also completely, utterly naked.
“I am here for you this night, Bruce Wayne. And many nights after.”
“I…uh…” Good Lord. His mouth went dry.
Brilliant Green eyes glanced about. “This décor suits you, love. Bold and powerful.”
Bruce fell silent. The Stranger was perfect, in every sense of the word. Most large men he knew of were either too rangy, soft or chunky. The Stranger was none of those. Big, perfectly balanced in form and muscle, he reminded Bruce of a panther. A panther waiting to pounce…
On me.
“Are you all right?”
Wolf blue eyes raked over the Stranger. “Just admiring the view. Do you usually show up unannounced and in the buff?”
The immortal laughed. “No, unless the occasion calls for it.” He strode towards Bruce, powerful thighs flexing. His cape trailed between his legs as he sat and rearranged it.
Bruce watched him. “You hiding something under there?”
“Patience, Bruce. You’ll find out soon enough.”
“Um, right. So…why are you here in hat, boots and cape? No whips anywhere?”
Stranger smiled vaguely. “If you want. I can do anything you think of. And more.”
Bruce sweated a bit. “I believe it. Would you care for a drink?”
“Brandy would be fine.” Stranger hiked his legs up suddenly, unnerving Bruce. But the cape still draped between.
Is he teasing me? Bruce wondered as he stepped out of the tub.
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Bruce returned with the drinks as they chatted. But he still felt jittery and nervous. The Stranger stretched out over the edge of the basin, cape still draped around his bare body. No matter how he moved or turned, Bruce couldn’t see all of it. He found it incredibly erotic. And the Stranger’s ass was the stuff of legends.
Stranger sipped his brandy, thinking. It took all of his control not to pounce on this human. This statue of a man, his personal obsession. The voice, those eyes…like arctic northern lights. Not since Alexander had he been so taken, so overwhelmed with feeling for a mortal. And this one was cultivated with a modern sophistication.
Bruce returned the stare defiantly. I’ve faced down gods, superbeings and aliens. Why was I even concerned? It’s just another relationship.
“And yet, not a god.” Stranger said aloud, eyes sparking under his hat. “You didn’t listen to Zatanna. I am like nothing else you’ve been with.”
Startled a bit, Bruce fell back on bluster. “Oh really? You forget, Clark and I were close-“
The Stranger shaded a smile, swishing his brandy absently .”Yes. And for all his power, still mortal. His sphere of strength is finite, has edges.”
“This isn’t exactly a romantic conversation, Stranger.”
Another odd smile. “This is the dance. The romance will come.”
“Ah, I see.” Bruce pretended sarcasm.
“As alpha male, you are used to being in control. That even applied in your relationship with Superman, despite the enormous power imbalance.”
“How do you know this?”
“I know. Suffice to say you and I will have a different arrangement.”
“Oh really? We’ll see about that.” Bruce raised his glass.
The immortal rolled on his back, showing a very deliberate bulge beneath his cloak. “As you are familiar with these concepts, surely you’re aware of omne males?”
“Maybe Darkseid comes the closest, but I thought it was more about his power than personality. But to answer your question, no. I’ve never actually met an omne, and doubt if they even exist.”
The Stranger eyed him evenly from his prone position. “You have now.”
Bruce lowered his glass. “I don’t believe you.”
Stranger raised up on an elbow, giving full display of his bronzed chest.
Bruce smirked. A deliberate move. I’ve done that myself with Dick and Clark.
Another enigmatic smile. “When alphas all gather in a room and butt heads, how do they reach agreement? How do they compromise?”
“This isn’t exactly pillow talk, Stranger.”
“You need to understand me better personally.”
Bruce took a gulp from his drink, feeling a slight buzz. “All right. I admit there’s a lot that frankly disturbs me.”
The Stranger rolled on his belly, giving full view of his ass. The cloak wrapped his back. And the glistening boots were just…obscene over those calves.
Bruce felt a sudden tightness and not from the drink. Damn, does he have to keep doing that? I want to-
“I am an omne, whether you believe it or not. As a lover I will do whatever to takes to please you.”
Bruce nodded silently, feeling his pulse race.
“But understand that you aren’t in control here. I am neither Clark nor Dick.”
“I see.” Bruce felt his throat go dry. “So are you planning to ravage me? Inquiring minds want to know.”
Stranger tilted his head up suddenly, eyes lit in shadow. “You have no idea. And now, I can control myself no longer.”
Bruce felt himself lose concentration in those eyes. Eyes no longer green but blazing white like suns.
The Stranger held out a hand in invitation. “Come to me.”
“Yes.” Dazedly Bruce slipped into the tub, robe trailing in the water behind him. Stranger pulled away his cloak, revealing his glory. He slid into the tub next. Sweet scent blasted Bruce immediately, returning the disorientation and burning ache.
They met halfway. “At least promise you won’t kill me with that thing.”
()
He was floating. Reality distorted again, that fragrance filling his nostrils. Honey, Spice and Water…
Bruce could see into blue infinity. The Stranger was there, suspended in no space. He appeared to glide forward in a sinuous motion. Muscle rippled under broken light.
Wait.
“We’re in an Ocean? How?”
Come to me, Bruce. The Stranger grabbed his hand, pulling him into a kiss. They sank further and further down, weightless. Warmer than human hands stroked his body as they descended. His robe was gone. Rolling end over end, tumbling into the abyss…
Stranger.
Shh.
Slick poles of muscle rubbed between tight bellies. Bruce arched and moaned, hair waving gently in liquid space. The Stranger nipped his throat with hard bites and soft kisses, painful and sweet. The friction of their cocks was exquisite, nearly driving Bruce mad.
He crushed the fedora between his hands as practiced lips kissed his chest. Snaking tongue dipped his navel and circled his belly, sliding lower…
Powerful legs kicked out in fluid space. Stranger dropped underneath, grabbing Bruce by the cock and pumping furiously. The other gloved hand slipped inside his ass, probing and twisting.
Bruce reared back, flailing helplessly. He was going to come and come hard…
Stranger yanked his hand free. Grabbing Bruce by the hips, in one hard thrust he shoved inside.
Bruce did come then, balls bursting in sweet pain. Stranger bit a nipple and clung hard, thrashing as he emptied into his lover. Moments later they floated upwards lazily, still locked in embrace. Bruce saw a thick white stream snake to the surface. The Stranger tilted his head and caught it on his tongue.
()
Catching his breath, Bruce felt his heart rate slow to a manageable level. His body started throbbing once more, a painful ache that reminded him this wasn’t over. Fragrance again, even more overwhelming. Honey, Spice and Fire.
“Hot…I’m so hot…”
Open your eyes, love.
Stranger?
Who else? You are delicious, my sweet.
Bruce jolted to awareness. He and the Stranger were sprawled on a rock slab surrounded by fire. In the distance he could see craggy mountains and bleak canyon. Reddish mist was everywhere, hazing purple skies.
He looked down at himself. Nude. So was the Stranger, except...
“You still have your hat and boots.”
Yes.
Bruce lay back on the slab. Where is this place? Another dimension? I know what it looks like-
We are here for love, Bruce. Stop talking.
You look so hot like that, Stranger. I meant to tell you before. But I can’t think, I’m burning up like crazy.
Stranger rolled over him, grinding hips sinuously. Beg.
Bruce grit his teeth against pulsing pleasure. Get off or I’ll move you!
You can try. More grinding. Beg, or burn.
“Nguhh.” Bruce squirmed against prickly heat and slick skin. Their cocks bumped and rubbed, throbbing between tight bellies.
Stubborn, too. The Stranger purred, stretching full out. Soft nipples slipped and slid together wetly. Bruce couldn’t lie still. He wanted to pull the Stranger closer, grab that fabulous ass…
But found himself held tightly. The hell? He thought dazedly. Yanking with all his strength did nothing. In shock, he discovered he was tied down to the slab. Strips of dark fabric bound him in place.
But how? His fading reason wondered against an assault of kisses on his chest. Gasping, he twitched and twisted against his restraints. Leather clad fingers scraped his flanks, leaving lines of fire. Hard bites and rough licks made his nipples swell.
“Stranger! Please!”
Yes, Bruce? Glittering green eyes lowered under the fedora. Those gloved hands were everywhere, squeezing and pinching. Never hurried, never stopping.
The sensations were driving Bruce crazy. He quivered and heaved beneath the Stranger, feeling his gut clench. The Stranger gave a low laugh against his belly, licking him like a cat. Lapping along dips in tight abs, circling lower and lower…suckling and tasting musky thighs. Bruce yelped when teeth caught his thatch then bit the base of his cock.
Stranger turned his head slightly, savoring his treat. He licked along the thick length, nipping up the shaft along the vein. Teeth clamped the throbbing head, making it flare. Bruce jerked soundlessly, pleasure racing out of control.
Please.
You’re getting the idea, Bruce. A dark smile curved the Stranger’s lips. Now watch.
Nearly shaking with desire, Bruce stared up in astonishment as flame lifted from their bodies, curling and weaving along wet skin. Burning trails of incandescent red flying everywhere, ripping away all reason.
We’re on fire!
Yesss. Flaming eyes bored into Bruce. The Stranger licked his lips nastily, features shrouded in shadow. Flame dripped from his chest like sweat, stinging warm skin in its wake.
I’m still waiting.
“Nguh-“
Gloved hands slapped swollen, sweat slicked nipples with fire. Bruce moaned incoherently, wanting more. The Stranger heaved, lifting Bruce by the thighs and opening him wide. Their cocks bobbed and bounced off each other.
Say it! The Stranger was losing it, body taught and coiled like a spring. He lifted a leg over his shoulder and angled in, poised to strike. Flame crackled everywhere, rolling off his body and down over his lover.
Bruce jerked wildly, hair spiky with sweat and exertion. So hot…so hot…
Stranger grabbed his balls and squeezed hard, snarling impatiently.
Now!! Suddenly free, Bruce lunged and grabbed the Stranger into a kiss, despite the awkward angle. Stranger stabbed his way in, spearing with white hot heat. Bruce wrapped his legs around the broad back, bucking wildly. Pulse roared in his ears.
There was only sensation, and the fire. Burning his eyes, taking his soul. Filling his cock and ass…
He burst, screaming in exquisite agony.
The fire subsided. With a quiet moan Bruce sank into sweet oblivion. The Stranger slipped from their embrace and kneeled beside the slab. Bruce lay sprawled on the stone with a trail of flame oozing from his cock. The Stranger lapped it up hungrily, catching it on his tongue.
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Bruce slept lazily, but his body couldn’t rest. It was still warm and too fragrant. Powerful scent filled his nostrils. And he still ached, oh so bad. Honey, Spice and Earth.
Grunting. Groping. Grinding.
He was face down in musky earth getting the pounding of his life. Powerful gloved hands gripped his hips like a vise. Frenzied thrusts gave promise and pain.
Bruce couldn’t focus or form a coherent thought. The world was red haze, blasting his senses and leaving him raw. Sweat beaded over the broad back as he was slammed, again and again. The Stranger was a dark mask, depraved and smiling. Bruce raked the soft soil in desperation, unable to relieve himself. A throbbing cock bounced wildly under his belly, swollen with painful need. Dirt and grit covered them both in a grimy mix. The hurt was terrible, sweet, wonderful, horrible…
Stranger arched over his luscious human, liking the view. Hips snapping, lifting off the ground. The fine ass slapping wetly. He’d kill Bruce then love him forever…
It was rutting at its best, nasty and hardcore. Flesh pounding, terrible growls and grunts. Bruce was dripping, teeth clenched in a silent scream. Rocky sand rubbed his cock, making it red. He was going to come, and it would hurt badly…
He clenched in agony, bouncing and spurting thickly into the soil. Stranger shrieked over him, creaming the lush ass in a sticky flood. Bruce quivered as shockwaves stabbed his balls, making him burst again in pain. He fell forward in spicy earth, blacking out from sensory overload. Stranger pulled out of Bruce, licking his ass and crack hungrily. He devoured their come, catching it all on his tongue.
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Bruce felt cooler for the first time. A gentle breeze wafted by. Honey, Spice and Wind.
He sat in a beautiful forest near a waterfall. Lush fruit hung from trees. Birds sang in the distance under cloudless blue sky. Doppled light gave depth to the grove he sat in. Brilliant blooms and vegetation were everywhere, nearly blinding in their intensity of color. It was so peaceful and quiet, unearthly in beauty. The garden compared to no place he’d ever experienced.
He glanced down at himself. A sheer, shimmering robe of deepest blue glittered and clung to his form.
“Well at least I’m not naked this time. Stranger?” Bruce looked around in confusion.
I am here, love.
Bruce couldn’t believe his eyes. The Stranger approached down a winding path of glass and gold. He wore a similar, nearly transparent robe but in green to match his eyes. It left little to the imagination. The handsome immortal was radiant, not wearing his Phantom garb for the first time. He carried a tray of brightly colored fruit. Breezes lifted the wavy white hair, making it seem lit from within from sunlight.
“You’re beautiful Stranger.” Not of this world.
Thank you. May I return the compliment, my dark knight?
Bruce smiled easily. “I feel so different. This place is almost like…like heaven would be.”
I feel that way when I’m with you. The Stranger dropped next to him in soft, shifting grass. Eat, love.
Bruce took an offered piece of fruit. “This is different than before. But anyplace I go with you seems natural now.”
Stranger smiled widely, eyes glimmering like gemstones. We’re perfect together, Bruce.
Bruce tasted his fruit. “This is absolutely delicious.” Hot blue eyes glanced up. “So are you, by the way.”
Stranger took Bruce by the hand and leaned back. Any wish, any desire is yours.
A wave of gentleness swept over Bruce. “Something’s happened to me. Something good, something right. I can’t explain it, but-“ reaching out, he pulled the Stranger in for a kiss.
Soft lips touched briefly. Rest in my arms, Bruce. Let dreams take flight.
“Yes.” Bruce felt suddenly drowsy. He stretched out in the grass with his lover, winds blowing dark strands of hair.
Sleep.
A dribble of fruit juice rolled down the broad chest. Stranger leaned in and licked, catching it all on his tongue.
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A jolt. Bruce held his eyes, a blinding headache stabbing his vision. That damnable scent again, the one that haunted his dreams and burned his body. Honey and Spice.
Squinting in the dim light he glanced at the wall clock. Deep rays of red light peeped around the curtain panels.
6:45…
“What?” eyes opening with more awareness, he noticed they were in his master bedroom.
We were in the tub. How the hell did we get up here?
A small shift at his side. Phantom Stranger rested under the blankets, his back turned.
Bruce sat up slowly, holding his head. His body was killing him. He was sore, muscles stiff and painfully tight. And he wouldn’t be sitting down much for a week.
But the handsome billionare had to smile. He had the most awesome lover ever. God, he’s good. The best. I never thought it could be this way…
“I aim to please.” Baritone was muffled under the blankets. Bruce rolled the Stranger over in happy surprise.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning. I trust you slept well?”
Bruce winced, angling to the headboard. “I’m not sure how to answer that.”
Emerald green eyes lit with concern. “Are you sick?”
“No, but I feel like I’ve gone twelve rounds with Killer Croc and Clayface. You damn near killed me.”
“mmm. Let me hold you.” Stranger lifted his arms up in welcome.
Bruce rolled into the embrace, still amazed at how well matched they were physically. They were also wet. And very sticky. Reaching down, Bruce could feel thick evidence of their lovemaking. Even their hair was damp with moisture and sticking everywhere.
“We’re a mess, you know that?”
“It is of no concern.” The Stranger seemed sleepy again. “You’re the sexiest mess I ever laid eyes on.”
“Flatterer.” Bruce lay against him. “This feels wonderful, but I can’t lay here all day. I’ve got a board meeting-“
“Bruce, it’s Saturday.” Stranger interrupted.
“Saturday!!”
Broad hands massaged his body under the blankets. “Don’t worry, everything has been taken care of.”
Bruce was flabbergasted. “But it was Wednesday evening when you showed up!”
“Yes, well…we were having fun.”
“Hrm.” Bruce winced again. “I had no sense of time.”
Stranger kissed his neck gently. “No. I think you should rest and recuperate.”
Bruce went limp. “What are you doing to me? Words can’t describe.”
Eyes deeper than time glowed softly now, their typical white color. “It’s what you do to me, Bruce. I love you.”
A swallow. “I know. This…you’re amazing.”
“And, Bruce? When will you say it?”
Bruce lowered his own eyes from the intensity for once. “You know what’s inside me. My darkest desires and needs. What I experienced with you, what I shared…I could never give myself to anyone like that before.”
“Anything you desire, Bruce. There is nothing I haven’t seen.”
“I want to please you also. Can you understand that?”
“Your pleasure is mine. As I said, I will do anything you need when you need it.”
Bruce snuggled in. “Good enough.”
()
Bruce drifted off at some point and slept lightly. But he ached badly. That addictive, raw hunger rose once more.
The Stranger was awake instantly, sensing that need. Bruce smiled at him seductively, stroking the strong body. To his surprise the Stranger was rock hard.
“Nice.” Bruce purred, rolling a thumb over the bulging cockhead.
“I won’t be gentle.” The Stranger warned, his eyes taking on a dark light once more.
“Not asking you to be.” Bruce felt his skin prickle, sweat beading. He fondled the heavy cock again.
Stranger pulled the covers off. “Get on the floor. Do as I say.”
“Yes.” Bruce nodded obediently, climbing down.
“On your knees. Face the foot of the bed.”
Bruce kneeled as he was told. Anticipation made his gut tighten.
“Put a hand on each bedpost.” Stranger commanded, his voice hard.
Bruce did so, gripping each post. He heard a small ripping sound behind him. The Stranger moved up, tying his hands to the posts with dark material.
It dawned on Bruce the pieces were from the Stranger’s cloak. Glancing sideways to look, he saw the Stranger in a familiar mode. Hat, heavy boots and gloves.
He felt a slick boot nudge his ass. “Look down unless I say.”
Excited, Bruce lowered his head. The Stranger dropped down behind him, pushing the thick thighs apart.
“Open yourself for me. Now!”
“Yes.” Bruce panted, his cock swaying heavily between his legs. Stranger traced a finger down his crack, teasing the puckered opening. It flexed at his touch.
“Do you want it fast or hard, Bruce?” The Stranger demanded. “Tell me!”
“B-Both.” Bruce breathed, throwing himself wide.
The Stranger pushed in a finger. “One.”
Bruce shifted a bit but was silent.
Another finger. “Two.”
Bruce pushed back over the two digits and wiggled.
Still another. “Three.”
Bruce rolled his hips, gasping.
Smiling darkly, the Stranger shoved his hand in and pumped hard.
“Gugh!” Bruce grimaced in pleasure, bucking high. Leather scraped inside sweetly, hitting his hot spot.
“Not enough.” Stranger reached down with his other hand and slapped the heavy cock. Hard.
“Ahh!” Bruce wrenched from the twin assault, smiling in pain. It was good, so good…
The Stranger changed his tactic. Feeling Bruce tightening over his hand, he yanked it out suddenly. It nearly sent Bruce over the edge, but a stinging slap on his ass kept his attention.
“Did I tell you to come? Did I?!”
“N-no.” Bruce sweated heavily now, writhing against his restraints. He lowered on his elbows to relieve the pressure on his balls.
It did him no good. The Stranger was merciless, slapping his cock until it lifted and turned red at the tip. Roundhouse whacks to his balls made them jiggle and flop wildly.
Bruce choked back screams, his head buried against the carpet. “Gonna come, I’m gonna come-“
“No.” The Stranger growled, slapping his ass before massaging it gently. “Only when I say.”
Bruce was arched like a bow, quivering and slick with sweat. “Can’t…can’t hold on-“
The Stranger smiled at his gorgeous, lush human. Begging, perverse and loose. It took every shred of control he had not to end this quickly. His own cock bobbed dangerously in the air. Slow it down, before you blow.
He slid a smooth leather boot under Bruce, rubbing it against the swollen cock. It had the effect he was looking for as Bruce gasped in relief. Sidling back and kneeling behind Bruce he kissed the reddened ass checks gently, soothing them. Wet licks on the backs of powerful thighs. Up again, sliding into the crack. Stranger lapped that sweet crack, teasing the opening with his tongue. It twitched as he kissed and snaked inside, twirling. Bruce moaned softly at the invasion, curling his toes.
He held his tongue still, deep in Bruce’s ass. Gloved hands scraped along muscular legs.
Bruce bucked suddenly, clenching around his tongue. Slut. The Stranger smiled to himself. He pulled out slowly and kissed the hole again. His lover had calmed considerably.
“Much better, Bruce. Now let us resume.”
Bruce attempted to turn his head sideways. “What?” he breathed.
“Down.” Stranger ordered, shoving his head low again. He straddled Bruce in front.
“Suck me.”
Licking his lips nastily, Bruce complied. The soft mouth captured the Stranger’s cock, wrapping it in wet suction. Wolf blue eyes gazed up hotly as he slurped, moving up and down the shaft.
Stranger watched him, eyes slitted. Fires of hell, what I wouldn’t do for this one.
It nearly went too far. His cock was pounding and he barely pulled out in time. “That will be enough. Get low on your elbows and stay there. Raise your ass.”
“Yes.” Bruce replied, lips dripping. Even his come tastes like honey!
The Stranger looked low. ”You aren’t ready for me yet. Open yourself wide again.”
Bruce did so. His cock had softened considerably and hung low once more. But the Stranger wasn’t fooled by appearance. He knew his human was still in a high state of arousal. A few touches would take them both to a blazing conclusion. I can’t hold out much longer anyway.
Reaching down he grabbed Bruce by the cock and squeezed, up and down the shaft. A hard pinch on the tip. Bruce rasped soundlessly, hips twitching and twisting. More slaps thudded heavily on the golden ass, making it quiver with each blow. Stranger didn’t spare the abused cock either, whacking it so hard it bounced off Bruce’s belly. He would bring brutal pain and rip pleasure from it. Bruce was too gone to care, wailing his insane delight and bouncing crazily. Heavy balls filled and swayed under hard blows. He burned to touch himself, but it was impossible. The Stranger slapped his cock savagely until it lifted and swelled, once again rigid and flat against his gut. The tight pain was nearly unbearable.
Bruce immediately dropped low, desperately grinding his belly into the carpet for relief. The rough texture felt so good on his cock, scraping the tip. Panting heavily, he started humping the floor. Want to come so bad…
The Stranger would have none of it. He mounted Bruce quickly and speared him from behind. Bruce yelped as he was split ruthlessly. But he wanted more. Powerful hips slammed back against each thrust, hungry for sensation. His ass burned like acid, his cock throbbed and dripped. Pushing harder and harder…
The Stranger sweated over him, muscle bunched in bold relief. They were both done and he knew it. Reaching forward he grabbed Bruce by the hair and yanked.
“Come!!” he hissed, slamming home. Bruce screamed, his cock flailing and spraying wildly. Thick cream shot out and flopped on the carpet. The Stranger howled loudly as he burst into that tight, sweet heat. Gloved hands clamped down hard, leaving red welts in their wake.
Bruce couldn’t see, blinding light and dark flame bursting behind his eyes. Water with Honey, Fire with Honey, Earth with Honey, Air with Honey…all crashing his brain in a mad mix of lust and love. The Stranger kept pounding away wetly, each stab of his cock a slice of liquid fire. Moist slapping mounds stoked his lust.
Bruce took it all, teeth clenched in twisted bliss. His cock spurted insanely, bouncing and splashing his chest. He couldn’t stop coming and didn’t care. Dropping low again, Bruce scrubbed over the carpet. The Stranger slid down with him this time, grinding slow and deep. Bruce gasped as another pulse stretched his ass. Seconds later scorching hot come slid down his thighs, stinging wet skin. With a last spurt into the carpet his twitching cock was finally spent. Fading consciousness warned of the intense pain he would feel later.
Finally, it was over. The Stranger lay heavily over his lover, panting hotly on the broad back. Smiling, he lifted two fingers and gave the victory sign. Yes!
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