читать дальшеRiki came once more a few moments ago.
But even then, the strange pins and needles still
seemed to stab him somewhere.
Sure, it had been a week since his last tryst with Iason.
But it was nothing unusual.
"You gotta be kidding me", Riki thought, as he gripped
himself down there bitterly.
All of a sudden, Iason laughed low in his ear.
"What's wrong? Is it still not enough?" He asked, as
though he had seen right through him.
"It's not that," Riki sputtered hoarsely, flushing bright
red.
"Then what is it?"
Stuck for a reply, Riki quickly turned his back to him.
With a faint chuckle parting the edge of his lips, Iason
smoothly stroked up Riki's back.
" ...hn!"
Riki reflexively pulled his back away. It felt like the
blood coursing through him had all at once inverted its
flow.
At that moment, he felt his groin throbbing again.
No way!
Riki was unusually dismayed. In half-hearted
embarrassment, Riki promptly covered his crotch with
both hands. Forcefully brushing them aside, Iason took a
hold of Riki's growing erection.
"You are ready again." Iason's calm and collected
voice had nothing to do with his dirty talk in bed, and yet,
somehow, even that now constituted the very source of
Riki's sexual desire.
Riki couldn't help but realize this, despite his
unwillingness, and his jaw stiffened.
"You want it inside?" He whispered directly into
Riki's ear.
Riki bit his lower lip.
"You cannot sleep with your rear aching like this."
Iason licked his earlobe, stickily teased it, and Riki's
crotch throbbed more furiously than ever.
His member fully hardened in Iason's knowing
grasp, there was no hiding it, even if he tried. Together
with his fiery heartbeat, Riki had the added illusion that the
hidden bud of his anus, which had yet to be touched, was
gently opening up.
What's wrong - with me tonight?
"AnK."