WARNING; MATURE CONTENT
It probably had been three or five minutes.
Zade's fingers started moving again, with more power.
The frantic speed was gone, replaced by a slow, agonizingly deliberate thrusting.
Each lazy push inside him felt impossibly deep, stretching Rai open and keeping him balanced right on the agonizing edge which he now couldn't ignore.
It was a literally a cruel kind of torture, a deliberate extension of pleasure that felt indistinguishable from pain.
Rai let out a weak, broken whine against Zade's shoulder, his fingers digging desperately into Zade's shoulder.
Every slow, dragging movement of Zade's fingers sent a fresh wave of white-hot stars through his core, leaving them both drowning in the quiet, sticky warmth of the aftermath.
'Aah-h'
It was driving Rai entirely out of his mind.
