A Strong Hand

his mouth, kissing him aggressively and grinding his hips so their cocks rubbed together. He moved so that the light hair on Damian's chest tickled him. The memory of the previous evening's activities combined with the visual evidence left on his buttocks made him burn for release. His hips moved faster as his excitement built.
    "Baby, please, ride me," Damian whispered. "Take control."
    Nick paused to consider what he'd been offered. "How—"
    "Kneel over me," Damian ordered. "I'll get you ready." He reached for the lube as Nick balanced on his hands and knees.
    His back arched sensuously when Nick felt fingers caress his hard shaft, fondle his balls, and finally find his secret opening. He arched his back, rocking to encourage the fingers. "Oh yes," he hissed with pleasure as they entered his tender hole.
    "God, you look so hot fucking yourself on my fingers,"
    Damian muttered.
    "Wait'll you see me fuck myself on your cock," Nick gasped.
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    Damian looked up startled, to find a wickedly provocative smile on his young lover's face. "I think maybe I created a monster," he said.
    "No, I was always a monster," Nick said. "Just ask my mother."
    "Can it wait 'til after I fuck you senseless?" Damian asked somewhat breathlessly as Nick positioned himself above the older man's cock, and Damian finished rolling on the condom.
    "I think that might be better," Nick agreed. He lowered himself, freezing at the first moment of penetration to allow himself time to adjust. "I want you to concentrate ... on what you're ... doing."
    Damian moved his hands to support Nick's trembling thighs. "I'll do my best, babe."
    "I guess that's all I can expect of you," Nick teased. His eyes rolled back in his head as he allowed himself to slide further down on Damian's cock. He groaned when the hard shaft rubbed over his prostate and he was fully impaled. In this position, Damian was buried deeper inside him than he had ever experienced. Having the older man inside him was unbearably arousing and for a moment Nick gave himself over to exploring the ability the man had to make him feel as if he was submitting even when he was on top.
    He leaned forward to kiss the other man, pulling himself off, until the head of Damian's cock bumped at his entrance, before he plunged down again on the hard flesh, feeling Damian penetrate him a second time.
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    "Ride me, baby," Damian ordered and Nick hastened to obey, raising himself and letting gravity sink the large intruder deep inside.
    Damian held him still and thrust up powerfully inside his young lover, fucking him hard and fast, until the boy was panting, his eyes wild with need. Damian braced his feet, slapping their flesh together.
    "Stroke yourself for me," he commanded, and Nick leaned his weight on one hand, using the other to jack himself in time to the powerful thrusts, moaning as he started to come, spurting over Damian's chest, the glistening fluid matting his hair.
    He clenched around the older man and the tightness and heat made Damian come with a shout, driving up hard inside Nick.
    His hips fell back on the bed and Nick fell forward limply, resting his forehead on Damian's shoulder. "Fuck," he groaned.
    "Give me a little time to reload, baby, and I'm your man,"
    Damian joked weakly.
    "Yes," Nick breathed and Damian wondered what he was agreeing to.
    Damian realized that Nick had gone to sleep when he heard a faint snore. Straining, he lifted the boy up and off him, settling him on his side. Exhausted, he dropped the condom on the floor by the bed, figured the hell with it, they'd just have to be sticky when they woke up, and curled up protectively around his slender lover.

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    They spent a lazy Sunday napping, eating, watching television, sometimes with the sound off, and talking.
    Cupping Nick's scarred hip in his hand, Damian asked,
    "How did you get that scar? You said it was an accident."
    Nick closed his eyes briefly.
    "I'm sorry." Damian bit his lip. "You don't have to tell me if it makes you feel uncomfortable to remember it."
    "It's not the accident. I really don't remember much about it," Nick said soberly. "It was my mother's face when I woke up in hospital. You see—" He cut himself off when his voice trembled and looked up at the ceiling. "They said I might not walk again."
    Horrified, Damian took Nick's hand in his and gave it a squeeze, trying to convey his sympathy