Chapter 141 - 140. Hands Off! [M]

The doctor's heart was pounding hard. He liked this domineering side because he was usually the one who led the dance in bed. Connor's hand released his hair and Greg brought his face closer to the zipper. He used his tongue to lift the end of the zipper and trapped it between his teeth before lowering it all the way down slowly. Both sides of the pants open, revealing Connor's boxers already stretched out by his hardened cock.

Greg looked up at his fiancé, waiting for his next order. His own pants were already uncomfortable. Excitement and anticipation had swelled his dick which was already begging to be released and thrust into the tight and warm place that he liked the most.

"Good," Connor commented. "Take off my pants, you can use your hands but you can't touch my skin."

Again, the doctor complied and pulled his man's pants down to his ankles. He removed Connor's legs from the garment one at a time and placed his finger between the skin and one of his socks, taking care to minimize contact as much as possible. He, thus, withdrew each of the two socks which joined the pants and the shirt on the ground.

Before he could think about what to do next, Greg felt Connor's foot press against his erection. His mouth dropped open in a gasp betraying his surprise at the sudden attack. He lifted his hand to grab Connor's leg but the latter's voice rose again.

"Hands off!"

The doctor gritted his teeth and clasped his hands behind his back so he wouldn't be tempted to touch his lover again. Through his clothes the foot massaged him vigorously, pressing on his cock. 

It was squeezing it with just enough pressure to make the blood rush to his groin and make him fully erect. The foot job stopped when Connor saw a darker spot appear on the light grey pants Greg was wearing. The doctor's dick had started to leak its pre-cum.

The agent slid his foot along the swollen member and put his toe on the stain. A trickle of precum appeared and Connor smirked.

"How can you be like that when I barely touched you?"

Greg had no word to say. He was panting, hands still behind his back as he mustered all his willpower to focus not to grab his lover. He wanted to tackle him, dig his fingers into his asshole, and trust until he cummed just with his fingers rubbing his sweetest spot. Connor's voice snapped him out of his dirty thoughts.

"Get up, undress, and wait."

Connor took off his boxers and entered the shower, which he turned on. The water almost immediately became warm. He grabbed the shower gel and squeezed it between his hands. He covered his whole body with the product and wash every inch of his body thoroughly.

He turned around to expose his erection to Greg's eyes as he let the water run down his skin. The man had obeyed him and was waiting outside the shower cubicle whose walls were transparent glass. His eyes locked on Connor's erect cock in front of him.

The agent looked down at his lover's erection and smiled. He raised his hand and motioned for him to come inside. Greg opened the shower stall and let the water run over his body. Connor grabbed the gel and squeezed it again between his hands. He rubbed every inch of Greg's upper body as well as his legs, carefully avoiding his erection.

The doctor started to find the situation overwhelming. He wanted to touch his man but he knew Connor's threat was real. When the latter turned and leaned over to give a great view of his asshole, the doctor thought that was the end of his agony but it was only the beginning.

One hand pressed against the shower wall, Connor reached out his hole with his other hand and stuck a finger inside. The still narrow place let the intruder in after a slight resistance. The water running down his rump heightened the eroticism of the scene, and Greg swallowed, his mouth dry.

Slowly, Connor began to move his finger and pushed it up to the last knuckle before pulling it out with a slow, then faster pace. Around the finger, Greg could see the contours widening and shrinking more and more easily as Connor start to loosen up. When Connor added a second finger a moan of pleasure left his mouth and Greg felt his cock twitch. He wasn't allowed to touch Connor and he didn't know if he was allowed to touch himself. Still, he was way too visually stimulated. He needed to relieve himself even a little.

Connor's moans filled the shower cubicle and mingled with the sound of running water. Eyes half-closed, Greg was focused on the godly sight. His hand was sliding along his dick with a rhythm that he had set on his fiancé's fingers' thrusting movement. He noticed that his man's legs had started to shake as the pleasure started to overwhelm him. The agent withdrew his fingers to turn around and frowned when he saw that Greg had decided to masturbate to calm down.

He walked over to the doctor and grabbed the wrist of the hand he was using to release himself and squeezed his fingers around, forcing the man to stop massaging his cock. They looked at each other, panting, each still caught up in a wave of pleasure.

"I said 'hands off'! It means don't touch neither your body nor mine." The gleam in his eyes was back. Even more intense.

"Rinse off and join me in the bedroom."

Connor opened the shower stall and retrieved a bathrobe, which he put on. He left the bathroom without a look back. When Greg walked into the bedroom, a towel around his waist, his fiancé was sitting on the bed, his bathrobe still on him. He looked at him and Greg immediately noticed that he was unusually short of breath.

He looked at his hand and saw a small remote that he recognized. It controlled a vibrator bought to spice up their intimate sessions but they had never had the chance to use it. Connor pressed a button on the remote and he gasped.

"Angh!" He bit his lower lip to suppress a moan.

He stood up, then forced his body, which was quivering with pleasure from the device pressed against his prostate, to walk over to Greg. He undid the man's towel and it fell to the floor. Connor's cheeks were flushed, his eyes shining, barely focused. "Sit on the bed…Ngh! Lean back on the pillows."

Greg complied and when Connor straddled him, he felt all the tension in his body finally ease. He was ready to sink into the heavenly hole. The man was so happy that he absentmindedly obeyed Connor's orders.

"Close your eyes."

He lowered his eyelids and a blindfold imprisoned his eyes in the darkness.

"Lift your arms!"

Click. Click.

Greg felt the coldness of metal on the skin of each of his wrists and his heart which had calmed down started to race one more time. The game wasn't over. It was just getting started.

"Sweetheart…"

"If you talk too much, I'll also put a gag-ball on you," Connor cut him off. "But it would be a waste if you want my opinion because I would also like to have fun with your mouth later."

He pressed a finger to his lips and Greg gulped. The doctor felt the bed move beneath him as Connor settled himself. He felt a fabric brush his skin and he realized that his fiancé had just taken off his bathrobe. The room was quiet, and with his vision was obstructed, his other senses, including his hearing, sharpened. He heard a noise he didn't recognize and his heart raced as Connor's fingers circled his cock for a moment.

However, he didn't dare to hope and he was right. Greg felt something around the base of his dick. His penis was locked in a narrow and cold circle. A beep sounded between the sounds of Connor's ragged breathing and the ring around his cock started to vibrate. Greg gasped. He had never felt like it. The entire length of his cock was stimulated by the vibrations and the area in contact with the ring was heating up quickly.

He felt his erection harden even more and even his testicles became sensitive. Now that everything was in place Connor began.

His fingers slid between his fiancé's pecs, then grabbed each of his nipples to pinch them. Greg didn't even have time to get used to the feeling. Connor's mouth kissed his skin. The tender, soft lips showered him with gentle kisses. He kissed his whole body from one nipple to the other, moving back and forth, licking, sucking, biting.

He didn't stop until the ultra-sensitive nipples hardened. Unaccustomed to his fiancé teasing, Greg's skin had grown warmer from the tactile torture and when Connor pulled back to observe the result of his sensual attention, he saw the swollen, slightly red nipples.

The light brown-haired man smirked, pleased. His fiancé couldn't touch him but the vibrator stimulating him inside was enough for now.

He continued his exploration of Greg's large chest and he decided to get revenge for all the times the man had marked him and covered him in hickeys. From the neck down to the area below the belly button, he bit sucked, and kissed the skin, leaving just a few centimeters of space between each of his marks.

The agent sat up and stared hungrily at the sex erected in front of him. It was proudly up, stimulated by the vibrations of the ring attached to its base. His mouth rounded and he blew on the tip. Greg stifled a moan and Connor saw his fiancé's dick twitch. Pre-cum slid down the shaft. The doctor's belly was glistening as the liquid had spread every time a wave of pleasure rushed over his body.

The man had already reached his limit but Connor wasn't done yet. He moved on to another type of torture. He removed the blindfold.

The sudden release made Greg wince. He squinted his eyes to get used to the light in the room. But his attention was quickly drawn to Connor, who bent down and engulfed his cock into his mouth.

"Agh! Fuck!"

The feeling was unbearable. Greg felt the entire area below his navel melt with the new stimulation. The man wanted to explode but he couldn't. The caress of Connor's tongue was delectable torture. Soft, ticklish, intoxicating, and constant but too light to allow him to reach orgasm. It only brought him to the edge of the abyss then it calmed down before starting over the infernal cycle.

Usually, Connor man sucked his cock, using just enough pressure to make him reach his release. His tongue would swirl on the tip, changing the sensations until he let his hot semen out. But today, Connor's tongue and lips had another purpose.

Greg's breath was erratic. He couldn't control it anymore. The sight of Connor's mouth moving up and down his cock, the wet and obscene noises, the moans of his fiancé stimulated by the vibrator inside him, the vibrations at the base of his dick overwhelming his senses, all of it was too much to bear.

"Sweetheart…please. I want to be inside you. I want…Ngh!"

Greg's mouth let out a throaty growl and Connor decided to give him a reprieve. The man sat up, his mouth dripping with a mixture of precum and saliva. He pulled away and lay on his back, legs apart letting the man in front of him see everything.

His hole was twitching, begging for the desired cock to fill it, and trust inside. Greg's eyes didn't miss any of the twitches. He was hypnotized. Connor slid his hand down his raging boner and he heard the click of the handcuffs as the doctor tried to wriggle out of their restraints.

The agent continued, smiling, focused on the pleasure he tried to control so it last. He continued like this until Greg's voice rose again.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry. I should have told you, I got it already, please. Untie me."

The brown-haired man's fingers stopped, he straightened up panting, before crawling toward his lover, a grin on his face. He mounted Greg and kiss his lips.

"You're desperate to fuck my hole, huh?"

"Yes, please. I'm begging you."

"Hmmm, but I'm not sure. That's not the proper way to beg."

Connor sat on his knees, again his hand slid along his cock. The vibrator still inside left him gasping. His eyes were shining with pleasure. He saw Greg lick his lips, eyes locked on his dick and he snorted.

He reached up with his free hand and shoved two fingers into Greg's mouth, pressing his tongue down to enlarge the opening of his jaw as much as possible. Saliva ran down the chin of the man who, indifferent, didn't try to resist. He would do anything if it meant he could finally touch Connor. The brown-haired man put the coveted sex in front of his lover's mouth.

"Now, suck it."

Greg hungrily engulfed his lover's dick into his mouth and he started to suck. Connor knew he wasn't going to last long and he groped over the headboard of the bed to retrieve the key he had left behind and freed Greg's hands. As soon as the doctor heard the metallic click, his eyes opened and the beast that was chained up was finally able to break free.

He gripped his fiancé's hips to keep him from stepping back and he started to move with a frantic rhythm. Soon he felt Connor's body tense and the hot liquid spilled into his mouth.

Greg swallowed the seed and, without giving his man time to catch his breath, he lied him down on the bed then spread his legs. The brown-haired man's eyes widened when he saw that his lover had no intention to remove the vibrator whose simple stimulation was already too intense now that he had ejaculated.

"No, don't… Aaah!"

Greg's dick was deep inside him. The pressure was so strong that his penis, which had begun to soften, hardened again because of the stimulation. The shock was too much for his body. Connor couldn't breathe.

His fiancé's cock had entered so quickly and so deep inside him that he was overwhelmed with the sensation. He felt Greg's fingers move in his mouth then press his tongue for the air to pass and he could breathe again. The doctor pulled out, leaving just the tip of his dick inside Connor's hole, then with another hard, heated movement of the hips, he filled the hole again with the full length of his shaft.

"No! It's too… Ngh… Too much… Aang!" It was Connor's turn to beg his fiancé. Again his breathing hitched.

"Breathe, Sweetheart... That's right. Like that. Breathe." Greg pulled back and moved again. His hips slammed hard against Connor's ass as he thrust deep, causing the vibrator to press harder against Connor's inner walls. "I'm sorry... but I need it... I need to fuck you. It's so good to be inside you…"

He removed his fingers from Connor's mouth and straightened his chest. Gripping his fiancé's thighs, he pressed them against his chest and thrust like a mad beast.

Each powerful trust sent dozens of sensations into Connor's lower body. Tears started streaming down his cheeks and soon his brain was unavailable. He could only moan and cry out his lover's name.

Many minutes have passed. The room was filled with obscene noises. Connor's belly was wet with precum and semen as he had come again. His legs were now wedged on Greg's shoulders who continued to fill him and move with the same infernal rhythm. Connor felt his stomach tense up with the familiar sensation and he knew another orgasm was about to overwhelm him.

"The…Ngh…Ring! Remove… Aaah, aah! The cock ring! You can't cum with that on! Aang!"

Greg paused and pulled away. He looked down at his cock and spotted the device mechanism which he opened. The rush of sensation made him groan. His fingers gripped Connor's hips and after three long thrusts, he finally reached the awaited orgasm. His brain turned off. It was like a saving oasis after a scorching journey under an exhausting sun.

Unfortunately for the agent, he had played too much with fire. Greg didn't even have to wait for his cock to harden again, his erection was still hard and ready to torture the man who thought he had finally succeeded in calming his man down.

The doctor pull out his dick and his fingers gripped the wire of the vibrator and pulled it out of Connor's hole. The agent was lying down, with barely any strength left inside his body. He felt Greg's hands turning him over to put him on his stomach. The bed moved and the doctor took a pillow and put it near his fiancé's head.

"Sweetheart, put your head here."

The brown-haired man summoned up his last strength and laid his head on the soft pillow. He was already closing his eyes when he felt Greg's hands lift his hips so his ass sticks up in the air.

"Huh?"

"Sweetheart… One more time. Let's do it again.." Greg didn't wait for his answer, he thrust deep inside him and Connor knew it would be a long, very long night.