(BL) Taming the Field Guide

Sergei hadn’t been lying when he said he was going to be a little rougher than normal. His rougher though was a completely different kind than what Brent was expecting.

Brent expected the normal type of rougher. You know, men taking their fill, not caring about the other person. Pounding senselessly until they spilled their cum all over. Inside, outside, wherever. Bruising, hard grips, muscle pains. Maybe a few slaps on certain parts of the body. That kind of thing.

Sergei’s was...different.

Brent’s skin was peppered in kiss marks. Teeth marks as well. His whole body burned from where Sergei kept kissing and licking like he wanted to take an actual bite out of Brent. The back of Brent’s neck in particular was abused.

Brent didn’t hate it. Nor did he hate the fact that the moment Sergei had slipped into the water behind him, the man had forced his way inside of Brent. He’d split him open, penetrating him deeply. Brent hadn’t stopped shivering about that for a few minutes, which had given Sergei the time to begin his assault on Brent’s shoulders.

The roughness came from how Sergei acted after that. He didn’t rock them together so hard the water splashed and spilled out of the tub like he was a jackhammer. No. He took a hold of Brent’s hips and proceeded to swivel him on Sergei’s cock. He did this, over and over until Brent’s insides felt like mush and he was sure that his cock had touched parts of Brent that Brent didn’t even know he had.

Brent’s whole body was trembling. His legs shook. He was sure if he was asked to stand that he wouldn’t be able to. His cock was leaking, his body grabbing onto Sergei desperately but the man was relentless.

What was worse was the soft way he pulled each orgasm out of Brent, because of course he was doing that. His cock was buried deep inside of him, hitting his prostrate with each rotation of Brent’s own hips. Brent was seeing damn stars as his body fluttered on those damn piercings inside of him.

Sergei was so calm and collected in the way he spoke even if his actions spoke to the opposite.

"One." Sergei whispered as Brent gasped, his cock jerking in the warm water. It felt like his whole body with him as he came, shivering and shuddering as he tried to milk one from Sergei too. Sergei’s soft groan against his ears only made the moment hotter.

Brent’s ass ached for the man to fuck him. Just destroy him, but instead the man was being careful, cautious. Marking him and making sure Brent never forgot the shape of his cock. It was what Brent had asked, and fuck, Brent wasn’t sure if he regretted it or not.

When his second orgasm rocked him, Sergei’s breath on the now super sensitive skin on the back of his neck made him whimper out loud.

"Two." Sergei’s breath was hot, hotter than the water that they were in. Brent didn’t even question that the water didn’t get colder. He didn’t have the mental capacity to do so. Especially when after Sergei whispered his words Brent felt his cock jerk, his body tightening and warm jets of cum filled him.

Brent’s mind fogged over, a deep, primal satisfaction filling him as he heard and felt Sergei’s orgasm. Sergei wasn’t quiet about it either, whispering Brent’s name as he came, kissing the sensitive skin he’d made.

Brent wasn’t sure he could go through this six more times.

Thankfully, Sergei didn’t make Brent make that choice. He partially drained the tub, to Brent’s surprise, and then picked Brent up. He didn’t take himself out of him and instead flipped them both quickly but without harming either of them onto their fronts. Brent grabbed onto the edge of the tub in surprise while Sergei positioned them so that they didn’t fall.

Brent’s knees were barely holding himself up, but he didn’t have to worry. HIs S Class telekinetic boyfriend would handle it all for them. Brent shivered as Sergei pressed his face against Brent’s throat, inhaling deeply.

Sergei then trailed his lips and teeth down Brent’s back, his cock still inside of him as he made Brent’s whole body come to life. The man wanted to make sure that Brent couldn’t wear anything but a damn turtleneck for the next century, that was clear from his actions.

Brent was going to let him get away with it all.

When Sergei finally had his fill, Brent thought that he might actually begin to thrust in and out of him. You know, the classic kind of sex. That was not the case.

Sergei started to rub his cock deep inside of him at this angle too. Brent felt stuffed, and while he’d thought that Sergei was touching parts of him never before touched before, now? Now he was rubbing against his prostate like a pro. Brent’s cum dribbled out of him like he was some kind of cow, and Sergei was the worst for encouraging it.

"I’m glad you like my cock with its piercings." Sergei’s fevered breath against Brent’s tender skin made the moment more intense. "I was worried you wouldn’t. You don’t have any tattoos or piercings of your own, so I was worried it would gross you out." Sergei panted. "I was willing to get rid of them if you hated them. I wasn’t sure of your reaction when you first saw them and was worried for a while." Sergei admitted, his cock filling up Brent so deeply he was worried he couldn’t speak.

He was going to ruin him for anyone else, and that thought made Brent tighten around him dangerously.

"Brent." Sergei breathed, his breath a prayer on the other man’s lips. Brent panted, his knees shaking, his arm barely able to hold himself up on the edge of the tub.

"I love them." Brent choked. "Oh fuck, they feel so good." Brent moaned. Sergei’s lips touched his skin, his teeth sinking into the tender skin of Brent’s neck and he whimpered as he came. His whole body was so sensitive thanks to Sergei’s attentions that he wasn’t sure how he was going to recover after this.

"Three." Sergei breathed and Brent shuddered. He was in hell. Or heaven. He couldn’t tell. This felt like the sweetest kind of torture, and he knew that he was in for a rough night.

The next orgasm followed shortly after, Brent’s eyes unable to see through it and when Sergei filled him up again, Brent’s toes curled at the feeling. Sergei switched their positions again. This time, Sergei took them to the wall of the bathroom, spinning Brent on his dick like he was a turntable and Brent wasn’t ashamed to admit that he loved it. So he did it again, and again until he milked another orgasm out of him.

The satisfaction on Sergei’s face as he kept pulling them out of Brent without even moving his cock was probably going to feed the man for days. Brent wouldn’t be able to look him in the eyes for a while in fear of seeing that smug satisfaction.

Finally, though, he pressed Brent against the wall, taking his legs and pinning them behind his own arms. Brent was bent, his ass open, ready, and Sergei instead went to work marking Brent’s front. His back and shoulders ached where they were pressed against the wall. His skin was so sensitive and tender that each movement, however slight, from Sergei shot down his skin and straight to his cock.

Brent was making a damn puddle on the floor by the time that Sergei was done tormenting him, and he was certain it wasn’t just water.

"Brent, is that a sneaky number six?" Sergei asked, teasing him, and Brent’s body burned.

"If you don’t thrust your cock in and out of me for the next two, I’m going to call this abuse." Brent warned. Sergei’s laughter was muffled when he kissed Brent, pressing the man against the wall. Brent let out a soft, satisfied gasp as Sergei pulled his cock out and thrust it back in. Nothing serious, nothing big, but it was such a difference from what Brent had been dealing with that his whole body shuddered.

He also came again, but he held back by the skin of his teeth. Sergei still owed him an orgasm, and he was going to get it.

Sergei kept the pace light, gentle. He was rocking in and out of Brent at a casual, controlled pace. Of course it was controlled. It was Sergei Brent was making love to, not anyone else. Brent wouldn’t let Sergei leave his lips. Not when they were positioned like this.

Brent was bare and left at the mercy of the other man. His cock bounced with each thrust, Sergei’s body pressing against his own. He wanted at least some comfort.

That meant he got to swallow Sergei’s loud moan as he came, his body shuddering as he slid home and filled Brent once more. Brent let his body go, allowing his own orgasm to come. At this point, he was only giving out piddly amounts of semen, but he didn’t care. Sergei didn’t seem to care either, his tongue warm and familiar in Brent’s mouth.

God he loved kissing him.

"One more." Brent whispered, his eyes lidded, his body half red, half white thanks to Sergei’s attentions. Sergei grunted, his breath ragged, and Brent scanned his body, taking in those damn abs of his and groaned. He was so damn handsome, and the tattoos and piercings only made him more attractive. The belly button piercing? It was cute.

Brent wondered if he could convince the man to change out the jewelry. Maybe he could get him to wear a dangly set of chains. Just for his eyes only. Brent squeezed Sergei tightly and Sergei shuddered.

"W-What’s wrong?" Sergei asked, his eyes flickering to Brent’s. Brent licked his lips.

"I just think you’re so sexy as you are." Brent whispered and watched as Sergei’s eyes widened, before he smoldered. He pressed in deeper, sucking the air from Brent’s lungs as he covered his mouth. Brent didn’t even have room to negotiate as the man began to thrust into Brent’s ass in earnest. The sound of his skin slapping against Brent’s filled the small bathroom, echoing all around them. It was intoxicating to hear as Brent’s mouth was devoured by the man.

Brent’s cry was swallowed by Sergei, who tore his mouth free and sunk his teeth into Brent’s still sensitive neck. Brent cried as Sergei slammed his cock home, pouring more cum inside of him as Brent’s own dick spat another orgasm out. Brent jerked, his body spent as Sergei heaved air into his lungs.

Sergei had done what Brent had asked, and now Brent had to somehow navigate having that much cum inside of him. Brent shivered.

Should he just ask him not to pull out?