Running Wild

are you doing?”
Seamus leaned over Ri as he trembled. There was a look of betrayal. “Does it hurt?”
“I want you,” Ri whispered, a beseeching quality to his voice.
“Oh, honey, I’m just preparing you.”
“I’m prepared!”
“Not to brag”—and not that Seamus was that thick—“but I’m bigger than what is inside you.” He reached down and turned the plug, and Ri shivered. “Does it hurt?” he asked. “I can take it out.”
Ri shook his head, but there were tears at the corners of his eyes. Seamus crawled up him. “Hey. What’s going on?”
“I don’t know what you’re going to do next.”
“You don’t like that?”
“It’s making me fucking crazy. I’m so fucking turned on I’m going to come again without you.”
“Hush.” Seamus slid a palm down Ri’s chest. “We’ll slow you down.”
“If I react all wrong, I’ll turn you off!”
Seamus stared, wondering what had happened in Ri’s sexual past. “Babe, there is no way in hell you’re turning me off.” He brought Ri’s hand to his cock to make his point. “I am dripping.”
“Oh God. I don’t know how to think.”
“Touch me.”
Seamus didn’t think Ri’s eyes could go darker, but they did. He came closer, and cautiously Ri lifted his hands to explore Seamus’s cock, his balls.
Seamus closed his eyes, taking in the sensation of Ri’s long, slim hands bringing him towards the brink.
“I am so close because watching you come undone like this makes me want you like nothing else. But I want you to be enjoying this, Ri, not worrying. Believe me when I say I enjoy you in bed, okay? That’s why we’re here together.”
“Okay.” Ri was concentrating, as if Seamus were speaking a foreign language.
“Does this plug hurt?”
“ No .”
“You seem emphatic about that.”
“I can’t fucking think. If I can’t think…”
“Don’t think.” Seamus leaned over for another kiss. “Let me in,” he whispered.
Ri gave it up, completely submissive, his hands dropping away, his body shivering, his throat vibrating with his moans. Seamus kissed and kissed until Ri turned away and whispered brokenly, “I’m too close.”
“Okay.” Seamus pulled out the plug, lubed himself up and pushed in, no preamble. The plug had done its work, Ri was open to him, and the hot, hard hold of Ri’s body as he seated himself had him groaning. He was close too. “Oh fuck.”
Ri began a kind of keen. Seamus leaned on one hand and turned Ri’s face towards him. Ri appeared unseeing.
“Hi, gorgeous.” That faint frown was so adorable.
Ri just shook his head.
“Pain?”
“God, no, stop worrying about that. Fuck me. Come inside me.”
Seamus retreated, entered again, letting that tight hold on his dick become exquisite. Then he ensured Ri’s legs were on his shoulders because it was almost over for him and he wanted to hit Ri’s sweet spot. He angled for it, and Ri reacted, and then he stopped thinking and moved, knowing this was a beginning and an ending, knowing this was a connection he would not easily let go of.
When Ri cried out, Seamus couldn’t make himself stop moving, not quite yet. The way Ri’s body seized was irresistible.
Seamus peaked, a sudden shocking pleasure that seized his body as tightly as Ri, held him there as he emptied into the condom, as his mind emptied with pleasure. He was vaguely aware of making it a point not to collapse, not yet, and it was his turn to shiver as Ri gathered him in and held him close.
He looked at Ri who was smiling, that smile wide and warm and happy. When they both stopped reacting to the aftershocks, Seamus pulled out, intending to get them cleaned up.
Ri, in a sudden show of strength, held Seamus to him, arms as strong as clamps. Seamus tended to forget how strong he was. “Don’t go.”
“Wasn’t going far,” Seamus said into his shoulder. “You’re the one who runs.”
“Shut up.” Ri clasped Seamus closer. “I don’t run from you.”
“Okay.”
“I’m falling asleep.”
“Okay.”
“Stay.”
Seamus let Ri hold him as they both fell in to sleep.
Forty-five minutes later, though, he was awake. After all, he’d had a full night’s sleep unlike, presumably, Ri. One day Seamus would understand what Ri did as he spent his time as horse. But not yet. Some things had to be learned when the time was right.
Now that Ri slept, his face calm and open in repose, Seamus could slip out from his grasp. He liked the sometimes-aggressive Ri. They’d have to try that with sex