Overwhelm Me

Chris would have never ever described himself as a cock slut.

But the more Peter fingered him and played with his prostate, the more he craved to be filled in the most primitive way possible.

He was nervous, of course he was, his sex life till now had been boring, just something that needed to be done, a means to the end.

But now, fuck, now it was filled with passion and pure need, want so big that it filled them up.

Now Chris truly understood why people could go so crazy over sex.

He was still nervous, and excited, yet nervous.

Peter chuckled above him, kissing him softly, way too soft for how much they were aching to fuck.

- You need to relax, love. It’s not like I’m forcing you. I’m absolutely happy to be on the bottom, love feeling you stretching me open, driving me absolutely crazy with your massive dick. - Peter trailed open mouthed kisses down Chris’ chest, setting him even more on fire.

- If you don’t finally fuck me! - Chris growled, stopping short when Peter licked up his dick.

- Or what, gorgeous? Gonna bend me over and fuck me like it’s a punishment? - Peter smirked, his eyes twinkling before he spread Chris’ legs a bit more apart, kissing down his inner thigh.

Chris just growled, clearly frustrated but also not wanting Peter to stop.

Peter chuckled again, sitting up.

- Roll around. - He patted Chris on the hip.

- What? - Chris furrowed his brows, confused.

- Trust me, roll around and rise on your knees, ass in the air. - Peter quickly leaned down to kiss Chris before sitting back to give Chris enough space to do as asked.

- I don’t think this is a good position. I want to see you. At least the first time. - Chris frowned looking over his shoulder at Peter.

- I’m not gonna simply fuck you. Patience, sweetheart, patience. - Peter settled between Chris’ legs, rubbing his palms over Chris’ ass cheeks.

Chris yelped when instead of a finger against his hole he felt a lick.

He twisted around to look at Peter who was spreading him over and diving right back in to lick him again, circling his tongue around Chris’ hole.

Chris didn’t even know that such a thing existed!

Like, he knew that some liked eating pussy but he never thought that eating ass could be a thing.

And that it could feel so so damn good.

He let his head hang down, pressing back against Peter’s skilled tongue.

He couldn’t stay silent, whatever Peter was doing back there felt almost electric in the best way possible.

Could it be that getting eaten out was better than actual sex?

Because Chris was almost sure that he could come just like this.

Especially when Peter started to make pleased sounds and soft moans.

Holy fuck.

And then Peter pushed in a finger right alongside his tongue.

Chris let himself drop forward, his face pressing in the pillow to muffle how absolutely needy he started to sound.

Peter pulled back to bite softly on Chris’ ass cheek, starting to finger him in earnest, two fingers becoming three and then four.

Chris already was dripping.

- Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna shoot before you even get inside. - He was so close to sobbing.

- No, you’re not. - Peter growled, sending a full body shiver through Chris.

Chris let himself be turned around, settling down on his back with a pillow under his ass and lower back.

Peter leaned over him, covering his body, kissing him like there was no rush, like Chris wasn’t already burning up and desperate to come.

- I am not gonna beg. - Chris groaned out, twisting his fingers into Peter’s hair, deepening the kiss, trying to share his desperation through it.

- Oh, is that a challenge? I love those kinds of challenges. - Peter smirked, pulling back even more so their bodies wouldn’t touch.

- Oh fuck you! Just try and you will regret it. - Chris wasn’t even joking, he just really needed to come already.

Peter just laughed, kissing him softly before finally sitting back and rolling on a condom.

He trailed his fingers through the wetness pooling on Chris’ abdomen, licking it off his finger.

- Mmm, you taste so damn good. Next time I’m just gonna make you come over and over again by simply eating and tasting you all over. - Peter’s words made Chris groan from the pure image conjuring in his mind, his dick twitching.

But then finally, finally Peter was lining up and starting to press in, with one hand holding Chris’ hip, the other pressed on his stomach to soothe him.

The only way Chris could describe the sensation was that it felt like coming home.

It was just so… natural and good in the best way.

Peter cursed, mumbling something about how tight Chris was.

Even with all the desperation cursing through them, Peter fucked him slowly, sensual, maximizing the pleasure.

Driving Chris absolutely crazy.

He would have never thought of himself as a cock slut, but this right now, this felt just so damn right, he didn’t want it to end, wanted Peter to fill him even more, to never leave.

It wasn’t even about the urge to come, to achieve that sweet orgasm.

It was so much more, so sweet and over consuming.

It was almost the best feeling in the whole world.

And then it only got better as Peter covered his whole body, kissing him so deeply.

The friction from Peter’s pleasure trail against Chris’ dick was all it took for him to explode between them, the orgasm the strongest he had ever had, all his senses getting so overwhelmed.

Hearing Peter let out a choked off moan and come with a full body shiver was a cherry on top.

Chris was in heaven, he really was in heaven, he couldn’t describe it any other way.

But then it got even better, Peter getting up to kiss him feather softly, cleaning him up and making sure to take care of him, that Chris was doing well and feeling well, to soothe him and his overwhelmed senses.

Chris loved the aftercare so much, feeling the love fill him through and through.

He was lucky to fall in love with Peter.