“Nghm…”
Pleasure. Gluttony. Lust. Rage.
All of these sins and more were things Ning found himself craving day in and out of his ever lasting life; so long and evolving with time. And yet he fell into the same patterns; selfish desires, self fulfillment at the sake of all others. Living as he pleased and where he pleased, laying with whom pleased him and as the years went on he found himself becoming more liberal with his wants. His preferences to better win a goal, rather than lay in bed empty.
“Aaahh…."
The deep exhales and heavy inhales filled the small room of the cheap motel; Ning never found himself in one place very long. He needed to travel. Needed to spread his legs and so on a whim he rented a room and slept there, or an apartment – on the off chance he could have a month to month lease.
Currently his attention was divided between his eager thoughts and tightened core; his muscular abdomen was rigid and sweaty, while his broad chest heaved wide. His muscles couldn’t decide whether they were tense or relaxed, and each passing of his rough palm over the belly of his swelling girth only made him growl in frustrated rage.
Never before had he fantasized about another of the same sex; never before had he ever considered pushing aside his heterosexuality to spend the night with another male. Despite how feminine he was, he was quick to elicit a raw power from his nerves. In the few moments he spoke, Ning could already feel his mind traveling to the darkest corners of his imagination; his mouth against slender neck, teeth sinking into scaled flesh while his hips gave little mercy to the backside of his partner.
A strained whine left him, his back smashed up against the tattered wall. The coolness contrasted his peppered flesh; it was hot and he felt constricted with desire. It was choking him, and all he wanted was release.
Pre slithered down the belly of his cock, coating his fingers as they gripped the shaft; replicating the deep insides of another best he could. His head pushed further back, enough to expose his throat while he began pumping harder. Faster.
Ning’s teeth clenched even tighter together, silencing the groans that threatened to leave him while he reached down with his free hand, gripping his testicles and gently running his thumb over the bundled nerves with a gasp. Anything to make the build-up go away.
In his fantasy he could see his already busy palms gripping the base board of the bed, using its leverage to better slam deep into the partner he had previously rejected into the night. His fury expressed in each thrust, with a leg lifted high enough to settle the heel on the bed, and one hand snaking down to the waist in hopes of reaching deeper into his partners fiery core. Hoping to release what little seed in him was left to.
Suddenly his mind was a white haze of pleasure; he could feel the orgasm crawling up his thick shaft and then spurting his hot seed over his chest and abdomen from his bent position. A pleasured heave escaped him as he watched his fluid spurt slower and slower, to the point of dying off.
And yet, he wasn’t done. Angrily he growled, and gripped the base even tighter and began to pump once more. Again he was there. Mocking him.
Why?!