My Gothic Boyfriend XXIII

This chapter is NSFW wfor adult content.


We came home from the Italian restaurant late that Saturday. Justin had been especially flirtatious all day long; I knew what he wanted, and I wanted the same thing. He hurried off to the shower while I put away our leftovers. While he got the water going, I lit some candles and turned off the lights. Once I had the music playing, I put my boots away and headed to the bathroom.

“I see you were in a rush to get undressed,” I said as I picked up his clothes from the floor.

“My body has felt constricted all day,” he whined.

“Oh, I believe it.” I tossed his pants onto the armchair in the other room, closed the door, and put the rest in the washer before I started undressing.

Justin peeked out from behind the frosted glass shower door. “Keep your jewelry on? It’s so sexy when you’re only wearing a bunch of metal.”

I smirked. He still had his jewelry on, too. “I could say the same about you, Little Moon.”

He gave me a wolfish grin and closed the shower door. His body was mostly a blur through the frosted glass, but I could still tell that he was adding shampoo to his hair. I had to get out of my pants before my body decided that it wanted to rebel.

“I’m coming in,” I told him as soon as I was naked. I slid open the shower door, and he stepped aside so that I could stand in the water and get soaked.

Justin smiled up at me as he watched. No matter how often we showered together, I was always thrilled to have his eyes on me. He looked at me with such affection and desire that I didn’t want to be looked at by anyone else; I didn’t want him looking at anyone else, either– especially not like that. The way the water made his hair stick to kiss face was beautiful, and I wanted wanted to drink every drop of water from his lips.

“Your excitement is showing, my prince,” I pointed out.

His hand went straight to the erection that rose up proudly from between his legs. “I know. I just can’t stop thinking about what you’ll be doing to me.”

I pushed his hand aside and caressed his erection. “Mmmmm, it’s already solid.” He moaned as I slid back the foreskin and rubbed my thumb over his slit. “Ooh, look at you, already slick.”

“Blackthorne, be gentle! I’ve been wanting it all week and it you’re not careful, I’ll end up cumming right away.”

“Is that so?” I asked as my hand went lower to check the fullness of his balls. “I could use that as lubrication.”

He flushed and looked away.

“It’s okay, Little Moon, I’ll try to help it last longer for you.” I pulled him closer and kissed the top of his head.

“Want me to wash your hair for you?”

“Not at all,” I told him, my voice going much lower, “but I do want to know how you want things to go tonight.”

Justin turned a deeper shade of red. “I… I want you inside me,” he murmured.

“Oh, I know.” I took his hands. “Tell me more.”

“I… uuummm… It’s up to you…”

“No,” I told him, my tone a little firmer, “you’re in charge, remember? I’m not making all the decisions. I don’t need to do certain things just to be able to cum; I just want to be with you and share all of this with you.”

Justin looked up at me with pleading eyes. I gazed back into them, exploring the rich browns I saw there. He knew what he wanted from me; he just had to tell me. I felt him press his wrist into my palm.

“Be strong,” he murmured.

“What was that?” I made my voice low and sultry. “Tell me so I can hear you.”

His expression was a mix of arousal and uncertainty; he liked it when I talked like that– I knew he would– but he didn’t want to tell me what to do.

“I…”

When he hesitated again, I grabbed both his wrists, lifted him several inches off the ground, and pinned him against the wall. I stared up at him as I licked his nipples. I sucked on one and nipped lightly at the other, loving the moans he rewarded me with.

“Tell me what you want, Little Moon,” I commanded him. He knew this wasn’t my nature, that I was playing at dominating, that I would set him down gently if he didn’t like it. “Let me hear it from those beautiful lips of yours.”

He moaned and squirmed as my tongue went down his belly. I sucked on his navel, then stopped once I was lined up with his glistening dick. I looked up at him again.

“Y-yes…”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Blackthorne…”

“Go on.”

“Oh, g– Blackthorne, you’re so strong.”

“Tell me more. Tell me what you want.” I licked back up his side, nibbling his soft flesh here and there.

“Oh, yeah… yeah… I want you, Blackthorne.”

“What do you want me to do to you, Little Moon? Tell me more than simply making love.”

“I… I… Ohhhhhh!” I stopped sucking quite so hard on his nipple so he could talk. “I want to feel more of your power.”

“Is that so?” I licked over to his other nipple.

“Ye–” His voice was lost to gasps as I sucked and nibbled. Then I kissed up towards his neck. He whimpered. “Oh Blackthorne, I need– yeah, there!– I need to feel more of your strength.”

“Do you?”

He gave a light-headed chuckle. “Ooohhhh, Blackthorne, stop torturing me and show me how strong you are! Make me yours. Take me– and make sure you cum hard!”

I kissed and licked his neck. “Mmmmm… I love hearing things like that from you.” I pressed my body against Justin’s, my half-erect dick sliding alongside his and loving how that made him moan. “Okay, Little Moon, you’re going to really enjoy what I have in store for you.”

Justin whimpered and moaned softly as I kissed his neck and slowly lowered him back down. His arms wrapped around me the instant I let go of his wrists. His lips sought mine, and he locked me in a kiss that I would have been content to never see the end of if it weren’t for what else I planned to do with him.

“Give me the soap,” I commanded him.

He grinned as he pressed the bar into my hands. I worked up a good lather and started scrubbing down, kissing the placed I’d cleaned as the water washed the soap away. As I got lower, I knelt on the shower floor. He gazed down and watched me was his belly, his hips, and on down his slender legs. I didn’t wash his shaft until I’d worked my way back up, so that I could give him extra attention between his legs. I covered his balls with bubbles, grinning up at him as he gasped and gripped my shoulders.

“Blackthorne– Blackthorne–“

“It’s okay if you cum on my face,” I told him. “You talk about it so much, I’m sure you want to.”

His fingers dug into my skin as he groaned my name. I worked the bubbles up and down his shaft, and licked up the generous amount of precum he’d made before washing the head.

“Ffff… Blackthorne, you’re the one who wants it all over your face… Ooohh… Come on, if you keep doing that, I’ll– I’ll–“

I stopped before he did. When he was stronger, I could make him cum multiple times a day; for now, I had to be gentle, to not over-work his body. I stood up and worked up a thick lather on his backside.

“Now you wash me while I play with you,” I said, handing him the soap.

He took it with trembling hands and started soaping up my neck and shoulders. He almost dropped it several times before I gave him a break from touching and focused on sharing him more kisses.

“I’ve loved watching you fill out, I told him. You’re getting bigger; maybe you’ll even get a little taller this summer.”

“I don’t know, I kind of like you being so much bigger than me…”

“Is that so?” I leaned in close to his ear and made my voice low and rumbly.

He rubbed the soap over my chest and played with my nipples. “Yeah… You can be my big, strong vampire knight, always ready to protect me.”

“Oh, a vampire knight?” I teased. “Not a werewolf knight?”

He shook his head.

“What about an elvan knight?”

He laughed softly.

“Mmmm… Or I could become the big, bad dragon who devours you,” I growled.

He flushed; I knew what he liked. “Y-yes…”

“My little prince needs a lot of attention, don’t he?” My hands slid down into the valley between his legs, squeezing the flesh. His reactions were enthralling.

“Yeah… I do,” he agreed, his voice halting. My fingers went deeper. “Oh wow! Blackthorne… I can’t wash you if you distract me like that.”

“Mmmmmm…” I buried my face in his neck as I went on exploring. “Keep trying, Little Moon. We’ll see how long you can hold onto the soap while I work on you.”

The tip of my middle finger pushed inside him. He was warm and silky, and though he was tight at first, I knew it wouldn’t take too long to open up for me. He gasped and clawed at my back until he got used to it, and then bore down on my finger.

“Strong hands…”

“I know, Little Moon. Strong, but for you: gentle. I’ll take good care of you.”

He nodded and rubbed my lower back with the soap. The suds felt nice flowing down my backside.

“Keep going,” I ordered him.

As though he knew he would have to if he wanted more of my hands on him– in him, Justin massaged the soap over every inch of my backside. I rewarded him with the movement he wanted from my finger. He moaned and laid his head on my chest.

“Don’t forget about the front.” I leaned back just a little so that he’d have access.

Nodding, Justin brought the soap around to my hips, then my belly, and then down between my legs. The way he washed my shaft, coating it in bubbles and rubbing them in, top and bottom, tip to base and back up, made me a lot harder. I pulled my finger out and gently urged him down to his knees. He gazed up at me.

“Attention to detail,” I reminded him. I put one foot up on the ledge of the bathtub to give him more access.

He nodded and got to work rubbing the soap between my legs. His touch felt wonderful, and he was exceptionally gentle. I could feel my shaft twitch and pulse with desire, wanting more from him. But I knew he wanted it, too, and I had to get him to draw it out.

“My legs,” I reminded him, firming my tone.

He nodded and scrubbed down my legs. As he was making sure every one of my toes got clean, I slid my fingers into his hair and gently pulled him back up.

“I do so love your attentiveness,” I told him.

Justin placed his palms around the base of my erection and gave me a pleading look.

“You want to taste it, Little Moon?” I ran my fingers through his hair affectionately. He nodded, and I urged him closer. “You’ve been so good. I’ll let you enjoy it for a while.”

Justin’s tongue slid along the vein on the underside as he took my dick into his mouth. He was warm and soft, and I would have let him devour it forever if he wasn’t so eager for other things. I let him suck and swallow down my precum for a few minutes, enjoying the gentle away he caressed my balls and teased me with his fingers, letting them wander further back.

“Take it easy,” I reminded him gently as he tried to take in more of me. He continued, though, and I had to grip his hair to get him to stop. “You’re pushing yourself too hard, baby.”

He gripped my legs, not wanting to let go.

“Let go, Little Moon.” I held his head steady as I leaned back, and he let it slide out of his mouth.

“You taste so good,” he murmured.

I gave him a warm smile and tugged on his hair just enough to get him so stand back up. My next demand was clear and crisp. “I want to taste myself in your kisses.”

He complied without question, just as I knew he would. Not that I’d have to ask, of course; Justin always wanted to kiss, and once he started, he didn’t want to stop. I could taste the earthy musk he’d been drinking from me on his tongue. I was thrilled that me loved my taste, because I’d have plenty to give him as time went on.

My fingers went back between his legs as we kissed. “Two this time,” he begged me. “Please…”

“Well…” I breathed into his ear, “since you asked so nicely…”

I loved making him shiver just from my voice. My low, sensual tones had a power effect on him, and I was certain that he knew how much I was aware of that power I had over him. I gave him want he wanted, pushing two fingers into him, and he was instantly gasping and clawing at my shoulders.

“Oh m– Blackthorne, your hands are so big!”

“The better to please you with, Little Moon.”

He chuckled at the reference and buried his face in my chest. I didn’t give him a chance to say anything else, and pushed further into him. He bore down on me, and his moans echoed through the bathroom. One of his hands went down to grasp my dick; he stroked it needfully.

“It’s ready for me, Blackthorne,” he begged.

“Yes, Little Moon. I’m eager to be inside you, too, but you need a little more stretching.”

He whined a little and moved his hips up and down.

“Oh, you really need it, don’t you? You’re so eager.”

He nodded and looked up at me with pleading eyes. “I want all of you.”

“Soon, baby. Just relax into it.” I pushed by fingers deeper and leaned in so that I could peer over his shoulder and look down at his body. My other hand squeezed one of his cheeks and spread them apart, making him moan and bear down more. The thought that I would soon be inside him, right in the middle of those mounds of flesh, had my dick twitching and straining. I don’t think I could have possibly been any harder in that moment.

Justin pulled me into a kiss that channeled all of his need and passion into me. He rode my fingers until doing so became easier for him, and then he begged for another one. He whined when I pulled out instead.

“No… No, Blackthorne, I need more!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” I soothed him, kissing the top of his head. Then I reached around him to turn off the shower. “I just want to get you dried off and on my bed.”

That was enough of a consolation that he didn’t complain any further. I opened the shower door and grabbed a towel to start drying him off, then helped him step out. I followed once I was dry, too, and we went out to the main room together.

About Legends of Lorata

Eleanor Willow is the author of the high fantasy series Legends of Lorata, which takes place on a medieval-style world filled with elves, dragons, and faeries. There is also a fourth race, one that is rare and magical: the angelic Starr. Lorata is a distant planet watched over by four deities: good, evil, elemental, and celestial-- and there are plenty of legends about them all! One of the most important ones is the prophecy of Jenh's champion, Loracaz, who is promised to return to the realm whenever evil threatens to take hold. There are currently three books completed, and the first one can be read online. Book four is currently being written, and a fifth will most likely be in the future.
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