Running Wild

its slow slide. He gave over to Seamus then, let him take control of his body, of his orgasm, as Seamus knew exactly what to do, how to read him just right.
Eyes closed, Ri bowed his head as he came, released from his overwhelming need. His spine shivered, he shivered, and he couldn’t stop the almost-sob that erupted from him.
Seamus cupped the back of his head. “Perfect,” he said, whatever that meant, though Ri couldn’t stop feeling, couldn’t stop trembling, because Seamus kept sliding his hand up and down his sensitive cock until Ri collapsed on top of him, his mind empty.
When he came back to himself, he forced the words down. What he wanted to say was too much, too soon . But his body was happy, he was happy. Seamus hadn’t removed his hands from his skin. He stroked Ri’s back, making sounds of reassurance. Once Ri got this boneless, helpless feeling under control, he would return the favor.
He finally lifted his head and looked at Seamus.
    Those dark eyes were so expressive. Seamus tried not to smile at the disappointment there. He knew it was a little wrong of him to make Ri come, but he hadn’t been able to resist when he was so responsive. Seamus didn’t intend that to be the end of things. Not at all. He had very specific plans.
    Besides, there had been this tension rolling through Ri that had needed to be released. As if Ri wasn’t quite able to enjoy sensation, no matter how focused he was on it.
    Now, maybe, they could play, be less serious. Seamus wasn’t terribly wild, but he did like to play from time to time.
He rolled Ri beneath him. He forked a hand into that gorgeous dark hair, holding Ri still as he came in for the kiss. Ri opened for him, not aggressive like he had been earlier, though Seamus had liked that, but somewhat submissive after coming, pliant. Seamus kissed him thoroughly and deeply, bruising those lips, not coming up for air until Ri completely relaxed beneath him.
“Hi,” said Seamus. “I missed you.”
Ri smiled, a shyness there he found appealing, and he had to kiss him again. The tension in Ri was gone and Seamus loved it. His new lover had a tentativeness at times, despite his eagerness, despite his responsiveness, and this Ri was wonderful to touch. Seamus slid to the side and palmed Ri’s chest, going lower to cup Ri’s balls again.
“I like you touching me.”
“And I like touching you.”
“It’s your turn,” Ri pointed out, clearly trying to muster some energy for whatever he thought was needed next.
“Plenty of time. Besides, I’m not keeping a ledger sheet.” Seamus cradled Ri’s softened dick for a moment.
“I feel like I’m crashing,” Ri said apologetically. “I’m—”
Seamus kissed Ri’s mouth. “Don’t you say you’re sorry.”
Ri smiled. “I want to be fair.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Turn over. I’ll be right back.”
After a slight hesitation, Ri did as he was told.
Seamus shucked his boxers and went to where he kept certain belongings, unwrapped what was perfect for this occasion and grabbed the lube. He needed to handle this right.
He placed his toys on the bed and Ri glanced back. “What’s that?”
“Lube.”
Ri stared at him. His eyes remained dark, doubtful but also curious. Seamus didn’t know if he thought he was just going to be fucked, or what.
Seamus spread Ri’s legs and kneaded his butt and thighs. “You are so beautiful.”
Ri laughed.
“And bashful,” Seamus added.
“You talk a lot.”
“During sex, you mean. You don’t like talking during sex?”
Ri lifted his shoulders in a shrug, and Seamus watched his body ripple. “You are incredibly muscular.”
After a moment, Ri said, “That’s the horse in me. We tend to be wiry. Apparently.”
Seamus continued to massage Ri’s thighs, waiting for Ri to stop expecting a painful invasion.
When Ri let out a long exhale, shuddery but very satisfied, Seamus stopped himself and took out the smaller plug, applying generous lubricant.
With one hand, he spread Ri’s cheeks. With the other he slid the butt plug in. It had met with mild resistance at entry, and Seamus wondered how Ri had thought they’d just fuck. He was tight.
After a moment of shock, a sharp intake of breath, Ri lifted his torso off the bed and looked back at him, eyes wide, breathing hard. “What have you done?”
Seamus crawled up and turned him over, dropped a kiss on his cheek. “Relax.”
“Christ. I can’t relax. What the fuck is that?”
“A butt plug.”
Ri