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mirth making the body beneath him shake. It only stilled
slowly, and he reached up, wiping the tears from Mischa's
eyes. Mischa kissed his fingers and reached for his face,
pulling Tom up and kissing him soundly on the lips.
"Welcome back, Tom."
***
It was so good to have Tom here again. They had managed
to pick themselves up and get both Tom and the boy's bags
into the house. Then they had to change their messy clothes
and didn't make it any further than that before they were
kissing and making out once more. Mischa was hard again,
and even in the middle of his obsession, he wondered how
the fuck he could manage that.
He took one look at Tom's lean body and kind of forgot
what he was thinking about. All Mischa wanted was to
have Tom. Now, preferably. Well, and have the boy his
way, of course.
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"What the fuck! Wait..." Tom protested when Mischa
unceremoniously picked him up and put him over the man's
shoulder to carry him into the playroom. Mischa put him
down on the floor in front of the paddling bench, turning
him around. Without giving Tom any time to reconsider,
Mischa grabbed him again, ass and shoulder, flung him on
the bench, and started lubing him up.
"Hey! Oh, fuck... Ah." Tom was fighting, but whether it
was to get away or to get more was impossible to tell. The
result was beautiful, his boy writhing and moaning on the
bench. Mischa let his finger go deeper, finding the sensitive
spot.
"Yes! More, please. Oh, fuck..." Tom ground his hips
against Mischa's finger, hissing when Mischa added
another.
"Mmm! Oh, so tight." Mischa didn't need to be told. Tom's
ass was like a vise around Mischa's fingers. It was one of
Tom's quirks; whenever he got really excited, he squeezed
his ass. And he was really excited right now.
"Relax, boy, or I'll never be able to fuck you."
Tom whimpered, but took some deep breaths, enabling
Mischa to put a third finger into him. That made Tom shout
out and scramble forward.
"Oh, no, you don't." Mischa grabbed Tom's hair and kept
him steady between the fingers in his ass and the grip in his
hair.
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"Ahhh. Burns, sir. Burns so much." Tom whimpered,
unable to put words together. Mischa just smiled. His boy
was almost there.
"Relax your ass. Yes, like that." Mischa scissored his
fingers, and when there was more pleasure than pain in
Tom's voice, he decided that the boy was ready.
It seemed as if it took Mischa forever to get the condom on
and lube up his dick. It sure sounded like it if you listened
to Tom's steady litany of pleading.
"Sir, please, sir. Fuck me, will you, please, sir. Now, I
can't... AHHH!" Mischa smiled triumphantly when he
heard Tom yell. Then Mischa had to give in and groan out
loud. Fuck, his boy was so tight.
Tom was frantic, seeking something to hold on to, hissing
with the burn. Mischa leaned down, pinning the body under
him to the bench. Tom fought for a minute, then he gave in
and relaxed under Mischa, panting. Mischa kissed the
corner of his mouth and started moving, grinding into the
boy without giving him any room to move.
"Oh! Oh, Mischa, yes. Ah! Ow, fuck. Oh..." Tom was
incoherent, letting Mischa push the words out of him when
Mischa shoved himself too deep or hit Tom's prostate.
Mischa kept him down, wanting the boy's words to be the
only way he could let his feelings out. The result was
amazing; Tom was whimpering and cursing and keening in
Mischa's arms. It was exhilarating to be able to drive
someone this far out. To drive Tom this far out. Mischa
thrust deeply, and Tom yelled.
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"Take it. Take me." Mischa did it again, and again, making
Tom grunt and shout.
"Yes. You're mine. Mine." Mischa started losing it, fucking
Tom with long strokes that got more and more frantic. He
hit his boy's prostate every time, and Tom was sobbing by
now, almost out of air and sounds. Mischa took pity on
him, grabbed Tom's cock hard and stroked it. Tom yelled
one last time, and Mischa had to fight to keep the boy down
as his sub bucked under him in orgasm. The struggle
brought Mischa over, and everything went white and quiet
when he came, forcing himself as deeply into his boy as he
could go.
Mischa felt shattered, couldn't do anything but hold onto
his boy. It was Tom who started moving, forcing Mischa to
get up. His legs were nowhere near steady, though, and
Tom quickly got up and grabbed him when he swayed.
"Easy, there." Tom steadied Mischa and walked him to the
bed where he collapsed. Tom got down next to him and
pulled the comforter over them. Mischa suddenly needed
Tom so much and pulled him in tightly. Tom laughed, a
little out of air. "Careful. You don't want to make mashed
lover out of me."
Mischa managed to loosen his grip a bit but still held Tom
as close as he could. Tom sighed contentedly, stroking
Mischa's cheek. Mischa closed his eyes and felt a gentle
kiss on his lips. "Rest. I'll take care of you." There was
something so sweet in the gesture that Mischa felt his throat
contract. His exhaustion was too big, though, and he
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