This is a fine example of Ennis being gentle when Ellery is hurting.... Shelter from the storm, chapter 55.
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Ennis was still hesitating. Finger fucking Ellery was a way of delaying his own decision whether he should actually fuck him, considering his back. But at the same time, Ellery was a big boy and he had promised he would be honest about his condition – and Ennis had to start trusting that. Besides, he could go as slow as he wanted to – he was in control of the sex. He drove his fingers deep into the twitching heat of Ellery’s ass, then pulled out, sliding his left hand up Ellery’s left thigh and edging closer, walking on his knees, until their thighs touched. he lifted his cock, rubbing it against Ellery’s hole, looking down at him. “This is gonna be real slow, boy, cause I ain’t gonna hurt you.”
Ellery replied with a low whimper, and Ennis concluded that Ellery had guessed at the lengthy diversion – and was relieved Ennis had decided at last to fuck him. “Come on,” Ellery murmured softly. “Come on now...”
Ennis held his breath and thrust gently, his cock gradually enveloped in the delicious warmth and snug grip of his lover’s ass, and he fought the urge to drive in with his hips. Immediately he found himself struggling with his own desire to ravish Ellery’s passive, needy body, and he let go of his cock, clamping his right hand down on the middle of Ellery’s right thigh. He let out his breath, forcing himself to stillness, his cock half-buried.
Ellery’s head thrashed back and forth once more. “C’mon boy, please...” he begged, his voice catching in his throat.
“Hush,” Ennis growled, taking another breath, finding the begging almost irresistible. But he held steady, then proceeded once more at that glacial pace of penetration, the renewed movement greeted by a small, strangled moan of need. He looked down, and Ellery’s face had paled, sweat breaking in beads across the high forehead and dripping slowly into his hair as his head moved back and forth slowly.
“Oh, Ennis...” came that begging voice once more, and Ennis pushed his cock steadily the rest of his way inside, feeling breathless and overcome.
“Hush I said,” With a low warning growl, Ennis fought off the begging, and his own intense desire to pull back and thrust hard. But the intensity of Ellery’s look of passion made his heart, race, his blood singing with desire. Ennis pulled back, moving his hips in slow motion, every smallest move now, it seemed, a study in how to pleasure his lover gently in spite of those murmured pleas. He thrust in slowly, steadily, his hips once more sliding up against Ellery’s quivering thighs, and Ennis slid his hands up and over Ellery’s hands, tucked behind his raised knees, gripping each of his hands as he rolled his hips back and up once again in a slow, deep, gentle thrust.
Ellery’s moan was a low mixture of pleasure and frustration as Ennis buried his cock inside him with gentle deliberateness. “Oh... “ Ellery gasped as Ennis’s hips once again nudged up against his ass, the length of Ennis’s cock grazing against his hot spot, “Oh damn.” Beads of sweat flew off Ellery’s forehead as he threw his head back and tried once more to buck up against that slow-riding thrust of Ennis’s hips.
“Oh no ya don’t,” Ennis growled once more, and pulling back, controlling Ellery’s lower body, fingers interlaced and clamping down over Ellery’s captive hands, thrust in with controlled force, slow and deep, a moan of his own escaping as he felt a deep spasm around his cock from the rising tension deep in Ellery’s bowels. At this controlled, determined pace, Ennis thrust, over and over, never increasing the timing or abbreviating the pauses, watching every smallest movement that might indicate strain, spasm, or fatigue, while his own pleasure deepened gradually.
Ellery looked up into Ennis’s face, now coated with a dull sheen of sweat as the exertion heated him up, moaned deeply through his open mouth and whispered “please,” his eyes bright as though he were on the verge of bursting into tears.
Ennis closed his eyes, a quiver of desire running down his spine, and he pulled back once more, this time acquiescing to that whispered plea he could no longer deny. He lowered his hands, freeing Ellery’s hands once more, and circled Ellery’s rigid cock with his right hand, his hips pulling back and now thrusting more rapidly but shallowly as he began to stroke Ellery in time with his fucking. After the long, slow buildup, the sudden faster tempo caused them both to moan and gasp, as though they were both addicted to fast, hard sex. Their moans mingled together in a rising chorus, and Ennis’s steady control eroded, but not completely. He gripped the base of Ellery’s cock, and with a series of quick steady stabs he hit the point of no return, grunting as his cock thickened and his orgasm began to build, his hand demanding in its squeezing strokes and he said “Come, boy...” now letting Ellery buck up and fuck his circling fist, his hips driving his cock in with each upward thrust, and without warning, Ellery’s orgasm splashed out through his fingers, sphincter tightening over Ennis’s cock and triggering his own ejaculation, fighting off the urge to jam his hips hard up against Ellery’s body, maintaining shallow, stabbing thrusts through the waves of ejaculation, their cries rising and falling together.
Ennis let Ellery’s cock go, then pulled out, slowly but steadily, and Ellery’s knees fell open as he softened, still moaning softly.
“You must a liked that,” Ennis commented as he flopped down next to him, a hand steadying Ellery’s hip, thumb pressing against the surface of the muscle as though to check for a low back spasm.
“Yeah I did. Ya teased me ta death, boy, I swear.” QUOTE:
Yummmmmyyyyy.
Topic: Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll (Read 4056277 times)