Lorcan — mature

As requested.

He looks so fragile like this. You’ve never had a false notion of what Lorcan’s body looks like underneath his clothes. He’s always been thin.

But splayed with his legs open, the grey light illuminating his damp pale skin, his nearly white hair sticking to his forehead —you take note of how defenceless he looks.

You lay a hand on his heaving chest, the bones of his breastplate feel tender underneath your fingers.

His mouth has fallen open and his raggedly breath smells of cigarettes and desperation. Want. Anticipation. His frantic grey eyes travel along your face. Stopping at certain points like your smile, the dip in between your chest and below.

He gulps when he notices how big it is. You asked him if this size was alright and he said yes. You didn’t miss the gulp he had when he first saw it. He’s scared, but oh, so aroused.

“You gonna put that whole thing in me?” He asks for the third time.

You take hold of it and lightly stroke it, “I am.” You scoot closer and move his legs further apart, noting with delight how his small hole stretches.

You reach for the lube on the nightstand and squirt some onto your finger. You lean down and encircle that small closed thing with your finger. Lorcan’s thighs twitch.

It starts giving way a bit as you arouse him more and more. When he starts panting, moving closer to your finger, wanting you to finger him; you oblige.

He groans and lays his head down. You’re surprised at how warm it is down there. It hugs your fingers snugly and as you begin pumping you swear you can feel it throb with the amount of blood rushing to his asshole.

He whines into the crux of his arm and you shush him soothingly. “It’s ok, baby. Relax.”

When he feels ready you stick into another finger in and he grits his teeth reaching over to clamp a hand on your arm for comfort.

You could keep going, fingering him until his hard cock spurts but you’re impatient. He’s just so plaint, vulnerable and at your mercy. You need to see him mounted.

You slot your hips in between his legs and guide the tip to his leaking hole. Lorcan sits up half-way and with eyes glazed in lust you both watch as you slowly slip the head inside of him.

Lorcan has an intake of breath. His hand digs into the bedsheet.

But he doesn’t move his ass away from you. You take a few more seconds and then slowly push in deeper. Lorcan hisses and you stop to see if he’s in pain. But his cheeks are flushed and although his teeth are grinding against each other, he takes hold of the shaft and tries to guide it closer.

“You want to be railed, baby?”

Lorcan nods vigorously, “please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please,” he swallows, “fuck me.”

You slap his hand away, take aim and thrust inside of him to the hilt. Lorcan screams and flops down on the bed. You grab onto his hips and move back slightly before slamming back into it.

Short gasps come out of his mouth as you impale his small ass on your pole. It’s bigger than what should fit inside his small sphincter but like a good little whore he takes you.

His head bumps against the head rest as you piston ioinside of him, using him like a thing for your pleasure. He whines when you guide his hips up to fuck him at a new angle. His hands grip the sheets, stripping them off the bed.

“Do you like that?” You ask, grunting as his legs encircle your waist.

He mumbles something and you slam into him, making him cry out. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes,” he croaks. It’s so broken. A dying man saying his last words before sweet black oblivion. His slick legs tremble along your waist and you lay your chest atop his. Hissing as his hardened nipples slide against yours.

His mouth is a hot hole that you stick your tongue inside. Moving your tongue within his mouth at the pace that you’re fucking him.

You grip his closed fists and pull them open, sliding your fingers between his. You keep him there as your assault becomes more frenzied.

You swallow his moans and push his tongue along his mouth making him slobber, drool falling down his chin. When you thrust out and feel the resistance his ass gives off, trying to suction you back, you know he’s almost there.

You push off of him and start pumping his cock. Lorcan’s head is thrown so far back you can’t see his face, only the chords of his throat straining.

His shaft is rigid and pulsing underneath your wet hand. The squelching sounds coming from his lobes up pucker making your genitals ache. His hands move around the bed, trying to hold onto anything to keep himself from falling apart. But you slap his hands away.

“My breedable slut,” you groan as his body goes up and down the bed like a rag doll. “What would people say if they saw badass Lorcan Stark liked to be fucked like a cheap whore?”

Lorcan pants and thrusts into it. Desperately trying to cum as he cups his balls.

“Does my little slut wanna cum?”

Lorcan whines and squeezes his balls.

You pump him harder, tightening your grip.

“YES!” He screams. “Make me cum, babe, please make me cum. I’m your whore. I’m a dirty fucking slut that needs to cum for you!”

You fuck him like an animal, like you’re seeking to destroy his hole and maybe you are. You spit on his cock and stroke him as fast as your aching shoulder allows.

His breath hitches and his back arches as a long white spurt of cum shoots from his top and lands on his stomach. He doesn’t make a noise as he flops back onto the bed. His mouth pressed closed and his eyes closed.

You take his cum in your finger and lap it up, salty but watery.

“Mmmmm,” you say as your finger comes out of your mouth with a pop. You pull out and the lube and sweat leaks out of his red and gaping hole.

Lorcan is shaking as he lay down beside him. If you didn’t know him as you do, he almost looks pained.

You press a kiss to his forehead. “Good I take it?”

Lorcan groans and throws an arm over his eyes.

“Are you my whore?”

“Shut up,” he replies and flicks your arm.

You smile and lay down. “You took that dick well,” you begin.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Maybe we need to go bigger next time?” You venture.

He peeks at you from beneath his arm, “huh?”

“12 inch?”

He shoots up and leaves the bed, followed your laughter.