Chapter 74: The Sink, The Shampoo, And Harolin’s Very Good Idea! 2
"I guess it’s my turn now," Harolin said.
Ruaan couldn’t summon the energy to respond. He could only watch through hooded eyes as Harolin quickly rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, the water splashing over the basin. He also threw a towel over his head quickly and helped him dry his wet hair.
Once Ruaan was clean, Harolin turned off the tap and didn’t let Ruaan stand. Ruaan didn’t know how it happened so fast as Harolin gripped his waist and hoisted him up, sitting him directly on the edge of the sink.
"Wait... What are you...?"
Ruaan’s legs instinctively wrapped around Harolin’s waist, his breath still ragged.
"I’m going further today. Yesterday, I could only cuddle you and kiss your neck. I’m not going to stop even if you tell me to,"
Ruaan heard that, and he dragged his lower lip between his teeth. There was no way he was going to stop Harolin from what he was doing. Besides, tomorrow was Thursday. There was no activity, which meant, even if Harolin fuck him hard till he’s unable to use his legs, he could stay in bed all through the day.
"Before we start, do you want me to stop?" He asked, looking deep into Ruaan’s eyes. "If you don’t want me to fuck you right now, just let me know."
Ruaan swallowed hard and parted his lips. Harolin was already taking his hands off Ruaan’s waist as he was slowly taking his silence as yes.
Ruaan reached forward and pulled his hand back around his waist.
"Don’t stop!" He almost yelled. His voice came out higher than intended. "I won’t let you stop. I won’t stop you either, so go ahead and fuck me as you mean it, Lily."
Harolin grinned, hearing that word ’fuck me’ from Ruaan’s lips. It made him even harder than before.
"That’s what I love to hear from that slutty lips of yours, Ru. You surely won’t regret this."
Harolin didn’t waste a second. He pushed Ruaan’s boxers down to his knees, exposing his pale skin to the cool air. Harolin stepped back just an inch, then leaned down.
Ruaan gasped, his hands clutching the edge of the counter as he felt Harolin’s warm breath hit his backside. Then, a wet, hot tongue swiped directly across his hole.
Ruaan bolted upright, a loud moan escaping him. "Harolin!"
Harolin didn’t stop. He buried his face between Ruaan’s cheeks, his tongue flicking and swirling around the tight entrance. Then, with a sudden, assertive motion, he thrust his tongue deep inside.
Ruaan’s head hit the mirror behind him with a soft thud. He was shaking, his toes curling as Harolin licked him with a hunger that was almost violent. The sensation was overwhelming... the wetness, the intrusion, the sheer intensity of it. While his tongue worked Ruaan into a frenzy, Harolin reached down with one hand, gripping his own cock and stroking himself rapidly. He was preparing himself, getting himself on the verge, his breath coming in heavy hitches.
Once he felt he was ready, Harolin pulled back, the wet sound of his tongue leaving Ruaan’s skin echoing in the room. He gathered saliva from his tongue with two fingers, slicking himself and Ruaan’s tight hole.
He didn’t ease in. He gripped Ruaan’s hips, pulling him forward to the very edge of the sink, and drove himself inside in one powerful thrust.
"Ah!" Ruaan screamed, his eyes flying open, his fingers digging into Harolin’s shoulders. He was stretched wide, filled completely by Harolin’s thickness.
Harolin groaned, his face buried in Ruaan’s neck. He stayed still for a moment, letting Ruaan adjust, before he started to move. He began with slow, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room.
Ruaan was a mess of noise and motion, his hips bucking upward to meet every thrust. He felt every ridge, every inch of Harolin filling him up. The friction was intense, hitting his prostate with every plunge.
"You feel... so fucking tight," Harolin gasped, his pace quickening. He wasn’t rushing to finish; he was savouring it, driving himself into Ruaan with a rhythmic, punishing force.
As the tension reached a breaking point, Harolin let out a low roar, his body stiffening as he came deep inside Ruaan. He held himself there, pulsing, as Ruaan sobbed into his shoulder, completely spent.
But they weren’t done.
Harolin pulled out with a wet pop and practically carried a limp Ruaan to the bed.
In the bed, Harolin pushed him down on his back and immediately moved between his thighs, pushing them up toward his chest. He dropped his face to Ruaan’s groin, breathing in the heady scent of his release.
"Soaked in cum," Harolin groaned, nuzzling towards his hole. "Fuck, Ru, you smell good."
Ruaan expected another handjob, but Harolin had other plans.
He lowered his face and dragged his tongue up Ruaan’s shaft from base to tip in a single, thorough stroke. Ruaan cried out, arching off the bed at the sudden, intense sensation.
"Harolin!" he gasped. "Oh fuck, your mouth—"
He was cut off as Harolin’s lips closed around the head, sucking hard. He bobbed down, taking more of him in, using his hand to pump what he couldn’t fit. His other hand moved lower, cupping and squeezing Ruaan’s balls again.
"Oh god, oh god," Ruaan babbled, hands flying to Harolin’s head. His fingers tangled in his hair, trying to pull him deeper. "Please, more... fuck... please..."
Harolin obliged, sinking down until the head bumped the back of his throat. He held there, swallowing around him, letting him feel the tight, wet heat. Then he began to move, bobbing up and down with steady, ruthless strokes.
Ruaan was rapidly hardening again under the intense stimulation. His thighs shook, and his hips jerked up into Harolin’s mouth, fucking his face without thought for rhythm or gentleness. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room... Harolin’s groans, his own needy moans, the slick glide of skin on skin.
Harolin brought him to the edge with devastating efficiency, using all his skill and experience to prolong his pleasure. Just when Ruaan thought he would surely explode, Harolin pulled off with a final, deep swallow.
"Don’t cum yet," he ordered, voice rough from effort. "Not until I’m inside you."
He flipped him over onto his hands and knees in a doggy-style position. Ruaan was exhausted, his muscles trembling, but the sight of Harolin looming over him, still hard and hungry, sent a fresh wave of heat through him.
Harolin entered him again from behind, the angle allowing him to go even deeper.
"Breathe, Ru," he coached. "Feel me opening you up like before."
Ruaan breathed. He felt the deliberate press of Harolin’s cock spreading him open, filling him in increments. It burned... it always burned... but this time the pain was tempered by a deep sense of rightness.
He was being claimed, possessed, utterly filled by Harolin’s length and girth. The second round was faster, more aggressive. He gripped Ruaan’s hair, pulling his head back as he hammered into him. Ruaan’s moans turned into incoherent whimpers, his body shaking under the onslaught.
"Okay?" Harolin asked.
"More than okay," Ruaan managed. "Fuck... Lily... please... move."
Harolin’s stamina was terrifying. He pushed Ruaan to the absolute limit, his thrusts relentless and heavy.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
The bed creaked beneath them with each snap of Harolin’s hips.
Creak. Creak. Creak.
"Yes... yes... fuck... Harolin!" Ruaan babbled mindlessly, his voice rising with each thrust.
He could feel the pressure building low in his gut, coiling tighter with each drag of Harolin’s cock over his prostate. He reached down to take himself in hand, stroking in time with Harolin’s thrusts.
"Come with me," Harolin growled, snapping his hips hard. "Come on my cock when I tell you to."
"Yes... yes... please... cum..." Ruaan begged, his voice ragged with desperation.
He could feel Harolin’s thrusts growing erratic, his rhythm faltering as his own release approached. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep and came with a hoarse shout of Ruaan’s name.
The feeling of Harolin pulsing inside him pushed Ruaan over the edge. He came with a shout, spurting over his fist and onto his stomach as his ass clenched and rippled around Harolin’s cock.
Ruaan collapsed onto his stomach, his chest heaving, his skin slick with sweat. He felt like he couldn’t move another muscle. He closed his eyes, thinking it was finally over.
"Fuck... Ru," Harolin panted after a long moment. "That was... intense."
"Understatement," Ruaan indicated weakly.
Harolin chuckled breathlessly and kissed him long and slow.
Then, Ruaan felt him shift. He felt a hand slide over his lower back, and the unmistakable feeling of a hard cock pressing against his thigh.
"You know," Harolin whispered, his voice sounding entirely too energised, "it’s still not midnight, and we have a long night today."
Ruaan’s eyes snapped open, a mix of terror and excitement flooding him.
"Why are you telling me that?"
"Round three?" Harolin asked with a smirk.
