Butch & Sundance Ride Again (P/N [background PEN]; Rated: Explicit) - Part 2

[sherylyn]

Title: Butch & Sundance Ride Again
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: P/N, background PEN.
Category: Pure sex ;-)
Warnings(?): anal sex; sex toys; mild erotic spanking.
Summary: Neal provoked Peter into reacting... Now it's Peter's turn.
Notes: kanarek13 created some absolutely beautiful artwork and let me have a preview, and I immediately asked to claim it for the sequel to Butch & Sundance. This is the result ;-) Also, I simply cannot thank kanarek13 enough for being both such an amazing cheerleader and friend! <3


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Neal was dozing on the couch beside Peter. They’d watched the end of an old movie, once they’d settled on the couch, and Neal was too comfortable and drowsy to care when Peter switched to a ball game after the movie finished. Apparently, three orgasms in a fairly short period of time were enough to make him relaxed and sleepy. Who knew?

He was half-asleep, his head pillowed on Peter’s shoulder, one leg draped across Peter’s thighs, when Peter began moving the arm that was wrapped around him. The hand on his waist slid downward and began caressing his hip, fingers trailing up and down his flank before moving over to his ass and gently squeezing his cheek. He shifted slightly, instinctively, and Peter’s fingers traced the edge of his cheek, right along his cleft. Just as he was drowsily beginning to wonder if Peter was doing this deliberately or not, Peter’s other hand came up to his chest, his thumb brushing back and forth across his nipple, teasing it to full hardness. Oh, yeah, that was deliberate.

He shifted again, moving his thigh a bit higher on Peter - opening himself up and pressing against Peter’s groin at the same time. Peter moved a moment later, turning his head toward Neal’s, and Neal looked up, meeting his eyes. Peter smiled at him warmly. “Wasn’t sure you were awake,” he murmured, his fingers slowly pinching Neal’s nipple and rolling it between them.

Neal moaned softly. “I am now,” he answered, tilting his face toward Peter’s. Peter took the hint and lowered his mouth to Neal’s. His lips slid across Neal’s almost lazily, a slow heat sparking between them before the tip of Peter’s tongue stroked across his lower lip. Neal moaned as he opened his mouth wider, his own tongue meeting Peter’s eagerly, sliding across each other and reaching deeply into the other’s mouth.

Peter changed positions, turning slightly toward Neal so that they were both on their sides, facing each other, with Neal’s knee propped on Peter’s hip. Peter’s hand moved to his other nipple, teasing it for a moment before tugging firmly, while the hand on his ass moved to his cleft and circled his entrance slowly, repeatedly. Neal moaned into the kiss as those fingers teased his opening, igniting him, his entrance fluttering in response to the attention. Peter’s mouth was hot and hungry, devouring him, and Neal merely lay back and let Peter claim him for quite some time, his hands half-trapped between them, enjoying the simple pleasures of kissing and touching.

When Peter moved again, letting Neal’s head fall further toward the back of the couch, Neal got his hands free enough that he could slide them inside Peter’s tee-shirt. He pushed it out of the way as much as possible, allowing him to stroke and squeeze every inch of Peter’s torso, appreciating all that firm, smooth skin all over again. Peter finally released Neal’s mouth in order to move along his jaw toward his ear, and Neal moaned and shivered as Peter began tonguing his ear. He clutched at Peter’s waist for a moment, then shoved his hands down the back of Peter’s sweatpants and grabbed his ass hard, kneading at the firm globes, and pulling Peter’s pelvis against his own at last.

They both groaned as their groins pressed together, heat spiking between them even more. Neal’s cock was already mostly hard, even with the leather bands still loosely in place, and he could feel Peter’s answering hardness against him. He moved his hands slightly, grabbed the waistband of Peter’s sweats, and pushed them down as best he could. Peter lifted his hips accommodatingly, and Neal shoved the pants down to the middle of his thighs, grabbed Peter’s gorgeous ass, and pulled him closer as he pushed his own pelvis forward, rubbing their cocks together.

Peter gasped, then groaned deeply at the contact, grabbing Neal’s ass with both hands and grinding against him. “God, you feel so good,” Peter panted, and Neal whimpered as they frotted against other. He let go of Peter’s ass with one hand, pushed it between them, and wrapped his fingers around both their cocks, squeezing them together. “Oh, fuck,” Peter moaned, then leaned in and captured Neal’s mouth again, kissing him deeply as they rocked together.

As Neal finally drew back to catch his breath, Peter rocked his hips - his hot, wet cock sliding against Neal’s - and Neal shuddered with pleasure. “God, I could just devour you,” he murmured, raking his eyes over Peter appreciatively. “You’re so damn gorgeous.”

Peter grinned and squeezed Neal’s ass. “Isn’t that usually my line?” he teased.

Neal gave him a mock-glare. “I’m the artist. I think I know beauty when I see it.”

Peter’s smile practically glowed at him. “Well, I’m glad to know you think so,” he murmured, and kissed Neal again before he could respond, pulling him in even tighter against Peter’s body.

Neal released his grip on their cocks, then pushed away from the back of the couch to roll Peter onto his back, with Neal on top of him. Peter looked up at him in surprise as Neal straddled his thighs, leaning over him to begin kissing his chest. “You’ve been doing what you want to me all evening,” Neal said, giving Peter a wicked grin of his own, “Now it’s my turn.” As much as Neal loved everything he and Peter had done previously, he was more than ready to demonstrate how much he loved it.

Peter chuckled and lay back with a passable attempt at a put-upon air, waving a hand nonchalantly. “Do your worst,” he responded, grinning. “Just remember that I still get to have you at my mercy once we get upstairs.”

Neal leaned in and kissed Peter’s nipple, swirling his tongue around it, then flickering the tip of his tongue at the hardened nub, and smirked when Peter’s hands came up to slide into his hair. “I’ll try to keep that in mind,” he murmured, before latching on and sucking strongly at Peter’s nipple, moving his fingers to the other nub. Peter groaned, his back arching, his fingers tangling in Neal’s hair, anchoring him in place.

God, but he loved this man! He loved the feel of him, the taste of him, the way Peter moved and sounded… “Your mouth feels insanely good,” Peter purred. “And I could almost come just from looking at you wearing those bands.” Neal moaned against Peter’s skin, the sound of Peter’s voice arousing him almost as much as what he was doing to Peter’s body. Neal moved his mouth to Peter’s other nipple, laving it with the same attention as he’d done to the first. Peter writhed beneath him, murmuring and moaning encouragingly, which only spurred on his own enjoyment of what he was doing.

He eventually abandoned Peter’s nipples, but only to move down his chest and abdomen, trailing kisses, licks and nips in his wake, until he eventually moved his mouth to Peter’s hipbone. He swirled his tongue over the stretch of delicate skin, then latched on, sucking hard, marking his lover. Peter hissed as he sucked, his hands moving from Neal’s hair to his shoulders, clutching at him, but he’d given up on directing Neal’s movements, at least for the moment. Peter seemed to be enjoying being devoured as much as Neal had earlier. Neal slid his mouth across Peter’s groin, flickering his tongue against his pubes as he moved to the other side of Peter’s body. He nibbled along the top crease of Peter’s thigh, then dragged his tongue slowly over his sac, long, hot swipes of his tongue against the sensitive skin.

Peter was panting beneath him, and he shifted along the couch to shove Peter’s sweatpants below his knees, then pushed Peter’s knees apart, spreading his thighs for greater access. He settled in between Peter’s legs and began kissing his balls, swirling his tongue over them, before slowly sucking first one, then the other, into his mouth. Peter groaned and clenched his fingers in Neal’s hair, holding him in place, and arching toward him.

Neal breathed deeply, drinking in Peter’s scent, as he moved his mouth slowly over Peter’s balls, delighting in the sounds he was wringing from Peter. He shifted slightly, and began kissing the base of Peter’s cock, then dragged his tongue up the hard shaft repeatedly - returning each time to the base and licking up toward the head with each swipe of his tongue - reveling in the rivulets of pre-come he tasted as he did so. Peter whimpered repeatedly, his fingers flexing in Neal’s hair, as Neal continued to lick and kiss his cock, stopping each time just beneath the head. “Fuck, Neal…” Peter moaned as Neal flickered the tip of his tongue along the edge of Peter’s cockhead. Peter’s hands moved to his shoulders, clutching at him as he swirled his tongue repeatedly around the head.

Peter arched toward him, pushing his cock toward Neal’s teasing mouth, and Neal grabbed Peter’s hips and pinned him in place as, at last, he slid his lips over the head, drawing it fully into his mouth as he tongued the dripping slit, and moaned as the taste of Peter exploded across his tongue. He’d missed this, this week, missed the feel and taste and touch of Peter and Elizabeth’s bodies, even more than he’d realized.

He let his mouth slide lower, taking more of Peter’s wide shaft into his mouth, the head sliding into his throat as his nose pressed against Peter’s pubes, his lips stretched wide. God, but he loved deep-throating Peter’s cock. Loved being filled, stretched, the taste and feel and scent of Peter enveloping him. He thrust his tongue against the hot shaft and leisurely bobbed his head, upward to swirl his tongue around the head again, then lower to suck and pleasure the rest of Peter’s cock.

Peter groaned and writhed beneath him, panting his name as Neal closed his eyes and lost himself in the sensations of pleasuring Peter - of delighting himself - like this. His own cock was dripping pre-come, and he could feel every quiver of Peter’s cock echo through his own body’s arousal. A sharper yank on his hair pulled him back into focus, and Peter tugged again as he moaned, “Neal! Stop!” rather desperately.

Neal raised his eyebrows in question, but didn’t release Peter’s cockhead from his mouth. Peter shuddered as Neal tongued the slit again, and panted, “You have to stop, please, sweetheart, you have to stop.”

Neal let the wet cock slip from his mouth, but before he could respond, Peter shifted, grabbed his arms and dragged him upward. Peter wrapped his arms around him, pulled him close, and kissed him deeply, before pulling back and leaning his forehead against Neal’s, still breathing hard. “Dear god, your mouth is amazing,” Peter groaned, his eyes clenched tightly. He shuddered again, then blinked his eyes open a moment later. “If I come now, I don’t think I could manage it again once we’re upstairs, and I really want to have you again in our bed, like I’ve been imagining you all week.”

Peter’s eyes were pools of heat, and Neal caught his breath, both at Peter’s words and his expression. “You’ve been imagining me…?” he repeated, and Peter groaned softly.

“Oh, yes, babe. How do you think I stayed sane with all those crazy hours this week? Any moment I could spend daydreaming, I was thinking about you and El, and all the things I wanted us to do once we had time.” His hands slid to Neal’s ass and he squeezed appreciatively as he answered.

Neal grinned wickedly. “Peter Burke! After all those lectures about keeping our minds on our business?” he teased, and Peter gave his ass a light smack.

“I said that I did it when I got the chance. I didn’t do it every moment of the day!” Peter growled, and Neal laughed delightedly.

“I am so going to remind you of that,” he began, but didn’t get a chance to continue before Peter kissed him again, hard and deep, and his words were lost in a lengthy moan.

Peter finally released his mouth and pulled back, his gaze smoldering. “Why don’t you,” he began, before giving Neal another kiss, “go upstairs,” kiss “and get the bed ready,” kiss “while I take care of things,” kiss “down here?” He kissed Neal again, even deeper, then drew back and murmured, “Okay?”

Neal nodded breathlessly. “Very okay.”

Peter rolled away and got to his feet, pulling up his sweats as he stood, and held out a hand to help Neal stand. As soon as he was vertical, Peter pulled him into his arms and kissed him again, sliding his hands over Neal’s back to his ass, and drawing him in close. “Mmm… keeping you naked all evening was a stroke of genius, if I do say so.”

Neal chuckled. “Yeah, it was really thrilling, snoozing on the couch while you watched the game.”

Peter smiled and cupped Neal’s cheek, his thumb stroking across his cheekbone. “Best way to watch a game ever,” he murmured before leaning in and kissing Neal again.

When Peter drew back, Neal opened his mouth to respond, but Peter smirked, gave him another quick kiss, then stepped back and spun Neal toward the stairs. “Go, before I change my mind about where I want you,” he ordered, and gave Neal’s ass a playful smack.

Neal laughed and headed upstairs, but called back, “Fine, but tomorrow, it’s my turn!”

He heard Peter’s chuckle from below. “This is still all your fault, dear, so don’t pretend it’s not.”

Neal just shook his head and hurried to get the bedroom ready. Peter might be in charge - for the moment - but he had a few ideas of his own.

He turned back the covers on the bed, flicked on some soft music on the stereo, and turned on the LED candles on El’s dresser - the lights reflected beautifully in the mirror, and they’d allow them to see without keeping them awake. Then, grinning to himself, he set both the lube and another leather cock ring on the bedside table. No harm in hinting, was there? Satisfied with his preparations, he sat down on the side of the bed to wait for Peter to finish up downstairs.

He could hear a murmur of Peter’s voice as he talked to Satch, then Peter’s familiar tread on the stairs.

Peter’s eyes widened when he entered the bedroom, then he beamed at Neal. He crossed the room, leaning over to gently cradle Neal’s face between his hands and kiss him tenderly. “I should have known you’d do something special, even with so little time,” he murmured, pulling back a few inches and looking at Neal so lovingly that Neal felt as if he’d melted.

He gazed at Peter, hoping his emotions were as visible to Peter as what he was seeing in Peter’s eyes. “Anything for you, love,” he whispered before pulling Peter closer and kissing him deeply, losing himself in the bliss of Peter’s kisses.

This, being with Peter and El, this was all he’d ever longed for. The physical pleasures they had together were mind-blowingly enjoyable, but it was the emotional connections between them that made even the incredible sex almost pale in comparison. He loved and was loved wholly and completely, and there was nothing better in the world.

When they eventually parted in order to breathe, Neal tugged at Peter’s tee-shirt for the second time that evening. “Off,” he demanded.

Peter straightened and quickly tugged the shirt over his head, emerging from it with a smirk. “I thought you promised to let me be in charge,” he teased.

Neal rolled his eyes. “We’re not in bed yet,” he countered as Peter shoved his sweatpants down and kicked them away.

Peter chuckled as he stepped closer, and Neal couldn’t help but lick his lips as Peter’s half-hard cock bobbed toward him. “I can fix that,” he responded, gesturing in Neal’s direction. “Lie back, babe, and spread for me.”

Neal scooted backwards on the bed, leaned back on his elbows, and let his legs fall open, his eyes never wavering from watching Peter as he knelt on the bed between Neal’s feet. Peter raked his eyes over Neal, then gestured again. “Arms above your head, and spread,” he ordered.

Neal huffed and resisted the urge to roll his eyes, but did as Peter said, lying back, lifting his arms, and spreading his legs wider. “Good,” Peter murmured. “Now, don’t move,” he added, before leaning forward to begin trailing kisses along Neal’s inner thigh, his hands sliding beneath Neal’s knees to hold him open… and still.

Neal groaned as Peter’s mouth teased his balls, his tongue flickering around them, but never quite fully kissing them. Peter’s lips and tongue danced across his balls, moved toward his other thigh, kissing downward, then back up. Peter’s hands pushed his thighs wider apart, and he swirled his tongue along the inner hollow of where Neal’s thigh met his groin, just below his balls, before biting down and sucking strongly, marking him. Neal cried out, arching, his hands clutching awkwardly at the sheets above his head, trying to balance the intensity of what Peter’s mouth was doing to him. After several moments, Peter released him, swirling his tongue over the delicate skin to sooth it, then moved to the other thigh and repeated the process as Neal writhed in place, whimpering.

Once Peter’s tongue had again soothed the bite, Peter turned his attention to Neal’s sac. He released his grip on Neal’s thigh for just a moment to flick open the band that was loosely dividing Neal’s balls, and promptly began sucking on the delicate skin, tonguing it almost continuously. Neal whimpered, moaned, and repeatedly panted, “Peter… please… please, Peter…” almost mindlessly, not even fully aware of what he was saying. Peter’s mouth could drive him insane any time, and like this, lying back, letting Peter do whatever he wished, unable to focus on anything but how Peter’s mouth felt… he was almost incoherent with overwhelming need. His cock was rock hard, dripping onto his belly, and his balls were drawn up with arousal, throbbing from Peter sucking them repeatedly.

After what seemed like hours, Peter lifted his head, abandoning Neal’s balls and drawing another whimper from Neal’s throat. He pressed a quick kiss against Neal’s wet sac, then moved his hands to mercilessly tighten the bands around the base of Neal’s cock and sac, before cinching his balls up tightly beneath his cock with the dividing band, spreading them. Neal keened, arching as the bands were tightened, and Peter gave him a truly wicked grin before leaning in and licking Neal’s cock, his hands moving to grip Neal’s hips and pin him to the bed. Peter sucked Neal’s cockhead into his mouth, tonguing his dripping slit repeatedly, and Neal groaned deeply. Peter continued for several moments, sucking even more pre-come from Neal’s cock, then abruptly released it. Without warning, he surged upward to kiss Neal deeply, his tongue thrusting into Neal’s mouth, and Neal moaned as he tasted himself in Peter’s mouth.

Peter’s hands moved to Neal’s chest, teasing Neal’s nipples with his thumbs, making them tighten almost painfully. Neal moaned into Peter’s demanding mouth as the fingers on his chest began tugging and pinching the hardened nubs. Peter pulled away from his mouth and kissed along his jaw toward his ear, fingers working even more intently. “Don’t move,” he repeated against Neal’s ear, his hot breath sending shivers down Neal’s spine. He kissed Neal’s ear languidly, murmuring soft nonsense of “babe… love… hot…yes… mine…” as he tongued his ear and toyed with Neal’s now-throbbing nipples. Neal whimpered repeatedly, shuddering at the sensations Peter was causing, and the way they all lead to the heat pooling in his groin. “That’s it, baby, wanna hear you…” Peter whispered, then ducked his head to begin sucking at Neal’s nipple.

Neal cried out, arching and writhing as Peter gently worried his nipple between his teeth. Unable to stay still any longer, his hands came up to clutch at Peter’s hair, and Peter hissed and jerked his head up, mock-glaring at Neal. “I said, ‘don’t move,’” he growled.

“S-sorry,” Neal gasped, dropping his hands above his head again. “I didn’t mean to.”

Peter didn’t look completely appeased, but he just shook his head, and leaned past Neal to grab a pillow from the head of the bed. He plopped it on top of Neal’s hands, and gave a nod of satisfaction. “Hold onto that if you need to,” he ordered, and Neal nodded obediently as he tugged the pillow beneath his head and gripped the upper edges tightly in his hands. Peter watched him suspiciously for a moment longer, then nodded once before leaning down to suckle at Neal’s nipple again, his fingers plucking at the other one relentlessly.

Neal whined, clenching his fists into the pillow as Peter continued, now alternating mouth and fingers between the throbbing nubs on his chest. He was lost in the sensations Peter was creating, unaware of the near-constant stream of sounds from his throat, panting… needing. God, it was almost enough to make him come… if that were physically possible at the moment. At long last, Peter lifted his head again to kiss Neal deeply, stretching his mouth open wide, devouring him, and Neal moaned into the kiss. Eventually, Peter drew back, letting them both catch their breaths. Peter cupped Neal’s cheek with his hand, staring into his eyes. “Do you have any idea how much I love this?” he murmured, his thumb stroking along Neal’s kiss-swollen lips.

Neal swallowed. “Maybe as much as I love it?” he answered, and Peter smiled at him warmly before kissing him again, tenderly, his lips warm and soft against Neal’s.

Peter pulled back a few moments later. “Next…” he began, and Neal’s eyebrows rose questioningly. Peter smirked. “Oh, I’m just getting started, sweetheart.” Neal groaned, and Peter chuckled. “Turn over, on your knees, head down.”

Neal groaned again, but moved as he was asked, grumbling under his breath about evil, evil lovers… Once he was on his knees, face pressed into the pillow, he felt Peter moving on the bed, and started to turn his head to follow him. “Nope, stay still. I’m just getting the lube,” Peter informed him. He sighed and tried to relax as much as possible for the moment. At least lube was hopeful. Lube meant that maybe, just maybe, Peter would fuck him soon. His cock and balls ached, but his hole was still somewhat relaxed from their previous adventures of the night, and his ass felt incredibly empty. Not that he was wanting things to end too soon, but he was really, really ready for Peter’s cock.

Peter settled into place behind him again, and a moment later, those oh-so-familiar hands stroked over his ass, squeezed his cheeks. Peter slid his thumbs along the edges of his cleft, spreading him wide. And then… hot breath against his skin, as Peter leaned in and kissed along his perineum, swirling his tongue over the smooth skin. Neal moaned deeply, his hands clenching in the pillow. Peter moved upward, trailing wet kisses along Neal’s cleft, then flattened his tongue to swipe it across Neal’s entrance. Neal shuddered, whimpering, as Peter swiped and swirled his tongue repeatedly over his hole, his thumbs holding Neal’s cheeks wide apart, keeping him firmly in place.

Neal was in orbit. He clenched his eyes shut, panting as Peter’s tongue slipped inside him, swirled within his hole and retreated to stroke across his entrance yet again. Peter pulled back slightly and quietly commanded, “Reach back, hold your ass open.” Neal whimpered as he obeyed, his hands clenching immediately on his cheeks, spreading himself open wide. Peter kissed his hole again, then traced a fingertip around the rim, teasing it, before kissing it again, swirling his tongue. “I could play with your ass all night,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over the wet pucker and making Neal shiver. A moment later, a lubed finger circled his hole before sliding inside him. The finger twisted, slid in and out, then retreated, before being replaced with Peter’s tongue, his lips moving against his entrance again.

Neal could barely breathe, he was so overwhelmed. “Oh god oh god oh god oh god…” he half-sobbed. He’d wanted Peter’s cock… he still wanted Peter’s cock… but this… being rimmed was one of his biggest turn-ons, and Peter was a god at rimming him. His fingers were clenched so hard on his ass, he would probably be bruised, not that he cared. All that mattered was that mouth, that tongue, those lips… nothing else existed but what Peter was doing to him right this moment. He cried out as Peter’s tongue pushed deeper inside him, twisting and swirling within him, and a prolonged shudder rippled through him, his hole spasming around Peter’s probing tongue, and he keened with pleasure. A thin stream of pre-come dribbled from his cock as his body attempted to climax, yet unable to truly ejaculate.

Peter continued to tongue him until the last of the spasms had passed, then he pulled back just enough to push two slick fingers into Neal’s hole. Neal whimpered as the warm fingers slid inside him. Peter pressed a kiss between Neal’s spread fingers on his ass and said, “You’re so beautiful when you climax, baby, love to feel you do that.” He withdrew his fingers for a moment, before pushing more lube into Neal’s passage.

Neal panted as Peter continued to finger him while still scattering random kisses against his entrance and ass. “Peter…” he finally managed to moan. “Please…”

“‘Please,’ what, babe?” Peter responded, before twisting his fingers inside Neal’s hole and massaging his prostate firmly.

Neal shuddered, his fingers clenching almost painfully on his ass. “F-fuck me,” he whimpered. “Please, love. Need you, need your cock in me. Please.”

Peter kissed his entrance again, tantalizing Neal with his lips and tongue. “Soon, baby. Trust me, I’m looking forward to being inside you.” Peter pulled back slightly and patted Neal’s hand. “Okay, babe, hands forward.”

Neal obeyed, pulling his hands around to grip his pillow again. Peter stroked his hands slowly over Neal’s ass, kneading his cheeks for a moment, then slid his thumbs along Neal’s cleft before pushing them into his entrance. Neal gasped at the sensation as Peter used his thumbs to stretch Neal’s opening wider before leaning in and flicking the tip of his tongue along the stretched rim. Neal cried out, his fingers clenching on the pillow as Peter continued.

Peter’s thumbs shifted, stretching him as Peter’s tongue danced around his rim, and Neal whimpered almost continually. He knew this was partially what inspired Peter to want to do this - holding himself in position like this, unable to touch Peter in return, to shift his focus to anything other what Peter was doing to him made him even more aroused, more needy than he could bear. Both his lovers delighted in reducing him to an incoherent ball of need, and what Peter had done to him tonight had been highly successful in that regard. Peter shifted his hands again, sliding his thumbs from inside Neal’s hole to the edges, holding him open, stretching his entrance almost painfully while his tongue teased the gaping rim. “Oh god oh god… fuck, Peter… fuuuccckk…” Neal wailed into his pillow, his chest heaving as he half-sobbed, overwhelmed.

After what felt like forever, lost in the sensations Peter was creating, Peter pressed a lingering kiss to his pucker and murmured softly, “Are you ready for me, sweetheart? Are you ready for my cock?”

“YES!” Neal choked out. “Please, Peter, please!”

Peter pulled back for a moment, then rubbed slick fingers over Neal’s entrance, lubing him further. “Turn over, baby. Keep your hands above your head, and spread wide for me.”

Neal scrambled to obey as quickly as possible. He was still so impossibly aroused and overwhelmed that he felt clumsy and off-balance as he moved, but he was soon on his back, clutching the pillow beneath his head, and stretching his legs wide open, tilting his pelvis toward Peter in invitation.

And gasped, as he got a look at Peter.

Peter had put on the cock ring he’d laid on the table.

That gorgeous, huge cock, with the black leather band at the base, was rock hard and dripping, Peter’s heavy balls drawn up beneath it. Without thinking about it, he reached for Peter, stretching toward him. He wanted to get his hands on that body, his lips on that mouth. In that moment, he needed Peter the way he needed air.

Peter stopped moving and cocked an eyebrow at him, but Neal ignored him, not even bothering to try to decipher his meaning. “Please,” he begged, unreservedly. “Please, Peter.”

Peter’s expression softened into an affectionate smile. He leaned forward, bracing himself on his elbows and kissed Neal deeply, one hand sliding into Neal’s hair as he did so. Neal wrapped his arms around Peter’s shoulders and clutched at him desperately, kissing him fiercely. When Peter finally pulled back slightly, he looked intently at Neal for a moment, his eyes almost black with arousal. “God, I love you,” he murmured.

Neal swallowed against the sudden lump in his throat at the intensity in Peter’s voice. “I love you, too,” he whispered.

Peter kissed him again, then drew back and said, “And if I don’t get inside you soon, I may explode.”

Neal had to grin. “Please. Be my guest,” he quipped.

Peter gave him a pointed look. “Hands up, spread,” he ordered.

Neal resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and did as he was asked. Peter leaned back on his heels and raked his eyes over Neal’s body, then leaned forward and gripped Neal’s hipbones with his hands and rubbed his cockhead against Neal’s entrance. His hot, dark eyes met Neal’s, and he verified, “Now?”

Neal nodded. “God, yes.”

Peter pushed forward, his cock stretching Neal’s hole even further as he entered, and Neal arched, moaning, at the burning pleasure of being filled. He gasped as the ring at the base of Peter’s cock pressed against his still-sensitized entrance, and Peter groaned deeply. “Fuck, you feel good,” Peter hissed.

“So do you,” Neal whimpered. “Peter, please, love… Need you, need you to fuck me.”

“Oh, I will, sweetheart. Count on it.”

With that, Peter began to move. Neal cried out, arching yet again as Peter’s cock moved inside him. Watching Peter above him, feeling him moving within him… the sensations were incredible, indescribable, every single time. And now… spread, immobile… every single sensation was amplified immeasurably.

Peter’s cock filled him, again and again, and he rode the waves of pleasure that rippled through him, his hands clenching almost painfully in the pillow. “God, so good,” Peter groaned, his eyes clenching for a moment, then fluttering open again to stare down at where their bodies were joined.

Then, without warning, he shifted his grip - sliding his arms beneath Neal’s spread thighs to grip his hips, pulling his ass even harder up against Peter’s body. Neal moaned as Peter’s cock slid just a bit deeper inside him before he began to thrust even harder. “Oh, fuck, Peter… god… fuck me,” Neal whimpered as Peter pounded into his body.

For the moment, his world narrowed down to Peter and what was happening between them. Peter’s thrusts were hard, demanding, claiming him completely. Neal moaned and whimpered repeatedly, his head rolling back and forth against the pillow, consumed by the physical and emotional connections between them. His arousal was at a fever-pitch again, almost unable to contain it within his body. He felt the pleasure and emotion building inside him, and a choked sob escaped him as tears trickled from his eyes. He released his grip on the pillow, his hands coming up part-way toward Peter before he caught himself. Peter leaned in and kissed him tenderly. “Enough, sweetheart?” he asked. Neal blinked at him in confusion, uncertain what he meant. Peter gave him an affectionate smile and kissed him again, panting with the exertion of continuing to thrust into Neal’s body. “I told you if I wore this ring, I’d fuck you till you said, ‘enough.’”

“Oh, god, yes, please… so good, Peter, but… please,” he moaned, clenching his hands into fists, trying to keep himself from just grabbing hold of Peter as tightly as he could.

Peter kissed him once more, then shifted to reach between them. He pulled out slightly to release the ring on his own cock first, groaning as he did so. He pushed fully back inside Neal’s body, grinding against him as he released the straps on Neal’s cock and balls. Neal cried out, arching even further as an impossible surge of arousal jolted through him, his entire body tightening. Peter rocked back and forth, not even fully thrusting, but continuing to move inside Neal’s body. “That’s it, baby, come for me,” Peter murmured, drawing back further and thrusting in, hard, once more. Neal arched even further, keening, and came, his cock spurting, his body spasming with the overwhelming pleasure. Peter thrust into him a few more times before slamming his cock deep inside Neal’s body and throwing his head back, crying out as he climaxed. Neal’s moaned as his spasming hole clenched repeatedly around Peter’s cock, prolonging Neal’s climax as he was filled.

Peter leaned in and kissed him again, and they panted together for several moments before Peter slowly pulled back and let his cock slip free of Neal’s body. He rolled to the side, grabbed the towel off the bedside table, and helped Neal clean up. After a few more kisses, they worked together to pull up the covers and crawl into bed.

Curled up against Peter’s shoulder, arm and leg draped across Peter’s body, Neal murmured, “You know… maybe you should plot against me more often.”

Peter huffed out a chuckle. “I take it you approved?”

“Oh, hell yeah.”

Peter laughed again. “Was that ride satisfactory, Sundance?” he teased, turning to meet Neal’s gaze.

Neal tilted his head to capture Peter’s lips for a kiss. “Butch, you can ride me anytime you want.”

Peter tightened his arms around Neal and kissed him again. “I’ll hold you to that.” Another kiss. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.”
~*~