Beautiful Beast Page 7
“Will you finally touch me?” he asked in a weak voice, his breathing labored.
Joakim quickly lubed the toy, a steel prostate wand with a bulbous head and a thin handle, and teased Kevin’s opening with the tip.
“In a minute,” he promised.
Kevin half laughed, half moaned, closing his eyes.
Spread out, hard, his milky skin glowing, he was a vision. No porn ever came close to this view, Joakim thought. Kevin looked like an image from the luxury erotic photography book he’d bought in London last year. Even better because he was alive and vibrant, and he belonged to Joakim. At least for tonight.
His hole glistened with lube, and when Joakim ran the toy over it in small circles, it clenched a little.
Kevin whimpered softly, and Joakim took mercy on him. He pushed the head of the toy inside and watched as the rim stretched before it closed around the thin handle. Kevin made a sound, a keening, high-pitched moan, and reached for the headboard blindly. He grabbed it tightly, his body shuddering.
“Good?” Joakim asked.
“Yes.”
“Tell me how it feels. Why steel?”
“Because it’s so hard and smooth. Unlike anything else.” When Joakim moved the toy in and out slightly, Kevin gasped. “At first, it feels cold. Alien.” Another shudder, another gasp. Joakim pressed deeper. “And then it warms up… Ah!”
Joakim began fucking Kevin with the toy, rotating it and looking for the right angle.
“It’s clean. Clinical,” Kevin forced out before he threw his head back and keened. After a few breaths, he rasped, “But. So. Dirty.”
Watching the steel toy disappear in Kevin’s slick hole, Joakim only teased his cock with his fingertips. Giving Kevin pleasure made him feel strange things, new, overwhelming things. He was excessively horny, of course. But there was more. Joakim licked up from Kevin’s balls to the tip of his cock, teasing the slit with his tongue before he licked again, catching the precome. He closed his eyes, reveling in the taste, the smell, and he listened to Kevin’s uninhibited noises. He kissed the cockhead, licked again, and paused with his lips on the sensitive spot under the head. He felt good about himself. That was it. Underneath the lust, the physical pleasure, there was a sense of satisfaction and contentment like he’d never experienced before—in sex or elsewhere. He felt no urgency; his hunger only made him enjoy his feast more. Joakim wanted to capture the feeling and keep it inside him. He opened his mouth and took Kevin’s cock in deep.
“You’ll make me come!” Kevin warned.
Joakim pulled off and licked with just the tip of his tongue and blew on the wet trail, watching Kevin squirm. Kevin held the headboard with a white-knuckled grip. Refocusing on Kevin’s ass, Joakim pulled the toy out entirely and stared at the slick, opened pucker. His own cock throbbed, and he had to touch it now, or he’d go mad. He stroked himself hard and watched the toy disappear back into Kevin’s body.
His palm still slick with lube, his hand flew over his cock in an automatic movement while he fucked Kevin with the toy. He must have found the right spot inside Kevin’s ass because the man was moaning now with each thrust and muttering broken words of praise. His hard cock bumped his belly and waved in the air. Joakim’s balls drew up at the sight. Kevin was the perfect bottom, sensitive, unselfconscious…needy.
“Kevin, I’m close.”
“Fuck my mouth,” Kevin blurted.
Joakim didn’t hesitate. He let go of the toy and straddled Kevin’s torso. He cupped Kevin’s head and pushed between those lips.
A thin sheen of sweat covered Kevin’s face, and his hair was damp, sticking to his forehead. His lips stretched around Joakim’s cock, and his eyes fell shut. He hummed with satisfaction as Joakim thrust inside his mouth. The expression on Kevin’s face looked so blissful, so grateful, and Joakim felt his balls tighten. Never in his life had he felt as sexy as when Kevin’s body writhed underneath him and Kevin’s mouth tightened around his cock with hunger.
Seeing Kevin’s lips wrapped around his cock proved to be more than Joakim could handle. He came onto Kevin’s tongue. Kevin looked up at him as he licked his cock clean and swallowed every drop.
Joakim inched down Kevin’s body, kissing everywhere he could reach as he went until he settled between Kevin’s legs. He didn’t have to say anything, Kevin kept his hands on the headboard and waited, squirming with need. There was a pool of precome on his lower belly, just above the neat thatch of blond hair. When Joakim breathed into his crease, Kevin’s cock twitched.
The toy had almost slid out, the handle resting loosely on the sheets, only the thick round head inside Kevin’s hole.
Joakim pulled the toy out, ignoring the sound of protest from Kevin. Instead, he licked his pucker and kissed the skin around it. The lube tasted gross, but he focused on the ecstatic sound Kevin made when Joakim pushed his tongue inside. He rimmed Kevin for a few minutes, listening to Kevin’s mewling cries. They grew flat, monotone, as Kevin lost himself. His legs started to tremble.
“Let go of the headboard and grab your legs.”
Kevin obeyed mindlessly and folded his body, his legs hooked over his elbows, thighs pressed to his sides, his ass spread wide and exposed.
“Kevin, you’re so sexy like this.”
Joakim used the prostate wand again, finding the right spot quickly now. Kevin’s cries grew louder. Licking up Kevin’s cock again, Joakim didn’t slow this time. He sucked Kevin’s cockhead into his mouth and pressed the tip of his tongue into Kevin’s slit as he fucked him with the toy.
Kevin shouted.
Come flooded Joakim’s mouth. Joakim closed his eyes and just listened and felt as Kevin spasmed underneath him, yelling out his endless orgasm. Joakim pushed the toy in and out a few more times until Kevin let go of his legs and his body sank limply into the mattress. Joakim pulled out, dropped the toy on the floor, and with one last kiss on Kevin’s spent cock, he slid up Kevin’s body to hold him.
“Oh my god,” Kevin muttered.
“Indeed,” Joakim said and pressed a kiss into Kevin’s hair. Kevin snuggled closer, throwing one leg over Joakim’s hip and roping an arm around his neck. Head tucked under Joakim’s chin, he settled against Joakim’s body, and Joakim smiled with contentment.
Apparently, Kevin liked to cuddle after sex. Thank heaven and hell for all the miracles. Joakim ran his palm up and down Kevin’s back and closed his eyes.
“The things you wrote–” Joakim began. Kevin made a muffled noise of embarrassment.
“You turn me on so much, gorgeous,” Joakim said in a soothing tone. “My dirty angel.”
They were quiet for a while, and Joakim soaked up the warmth from Kevin’s body. He was so lucky. So damned lucky.
“You like to talk, don’t you?” Kevin asked.
“Do you mind?”
“No,” Kevin said quietly. “I used to find dirty talk silly. But when you say it… it makes me crazy hot,” he mumbled into Joakim’s skin.
Joakim suspected as much, judging by Kevin’s earlier reactions.
“It makes you horny when I talk about your tight hole, angel?” he whispered, and Kevin wiggled in his arms. Joakim continued in a low voice. With their chests pressed together, he could feel Kevin’s heartbeat accelerate. “What if I tell you I’ll tie you up so you can’t move at all. I’ll fasten your legs so I can look at your pink pucker, tease your asshole with my fingers. You’ll be wrapped up tight, so you won’t be able to do more than squirm. First, I’ll suck on your balls. Then I’ll lick you all over. And then I’ll fuck your sweet hole with my tongue.” Joakim ran his hand down Kevin’s back and over his ass, squeezing the muscle. Kevin made a sound of arousal, so Joakim continued talking and massaging his ass cheeks until he felt Kevin slowly rock in his arms, his half-hard cock rubbing against Joakim’s hip. “I can play with your ass for hours. I’ll finger you and suck on your pucker, and when you’re begging for it, wet and aching”—he dropped his voice and held Kevin tighter—“I will stretch your little hole with my cock. I will. Slowly. Fill you. Up.”
“Joakim,” Kevin gasped.
Joakim pushed one hand between them and wrapped his fingers around Kevin’s cock.
“Will you let me do that? Tie you up and make you come with my cock?”
“Yeah,” Kevin whispered into the skin on Joakim’s throat. “I want you to fuck me.”
“How hard do you want it?”
Kevin gasped and pumped his hips, his now fully hard cock sliding between Joakim’s fingers. “As hard as you can,” he forced out.
“I could bend you over my couch and ream your ass so hard your teeth would chatter.” Joakim heard the growl in his voice but didn’t stop talking. Kevin seemed close, and Joakim craved to feel him come again, just from his words and his fist around Kevin’s cock. “Or I could fuck you slowly and deeply. I’ll feed your hungry hole and make you scream. You’ll feel my cock pulse all the way in your belly when I come. I’ll soak your hole and plug you. Keep my come inside you.”
Joakim tightened his hold on Kevin’s cock and pumped harder. He imagined it. The different positions, bondage techniques, Kevin’s cock and balls bound by a thin black rope, a black velvet mask over his eyes, his legs spread, ankles hanging in slings, his asshole slick, loose, and waiting. He imagined Kevin’s mouth open on a silent cry when Joakim entered him. He saw his cock sink to the hilt into the willing body, and he saw Kevin’s body arch with ecstasy, his cock shooting ropes of come over his chest as Joakim fucked him without restraint.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” Kevin chanted, and Joakim rolled him onto his back, pumping his erection.
“My dirty angel, you need my cock? I can see your horny asshole clenching, empty, begging for a fat cock. There you go. Take it.”
 
; With those words, he pushed two fingers into Kevin’s still slick ass and curled them upwards. Kevin cried out.
“Yes! Fuuuuck.”
“Come for me, gorgeous. Let me see you.”
He watched as Kevin arched and came the second time, his come spilling over Joakim’s fist.
Only seconds after they cleaned up, Kevin fell asleep. Joakim lay awake long after that. He imagined playing with Kevin’s body for hours, making him come harder and more times than anybody else had ever managed before. He imagined Kevin’s perfect body wilting after another orgasm, hanging slack in leather cuffs and restraints, legs and arms trembling, chest heaving. Joakim would untie him and kiss every red mark, every small chafe on Kevin’s skin. He’d kiss his wrists, uncover his eyes, and kiss the lids. He’d carry him to the bath and wash him gently. Then they would lie in bed, cuddle in the aftermath, whisper small nothings until late, and Joakim would turn Kevin onto his stomach, kiss and lick his tender hole, and make him come again. They’d fall asleep wrapped around each other, like now. And Joakim would wake up in love.
He fell asleep, and by morning, the errant thought was forgotten.
8 Morning after
I don’t know him. I don’t know him at all. It was Kevin’s first thought as he woke up, draped over Joakim’s naked body, clinging to him like a limpet. Joakim slept spread out on his back, snoring softly.
Kevin caressed his pectoral and weaved his fingers through the thick chest hair. Then he pulled his hand away, afraid to wake his host. He lay unmoving as his thoughts swirled. The memories from last night made him deeply embarrassed and extremely horny at the same time. Did he really let a virtual stranger know and use his deepest desires? Let himself go without shame and offered his ass on a silver platter? Did he really come the second time just from listening to the man talk about his hole?
Maybe that was the trick, though. Maybe it was because Joakim was a stranger that Kevin could finally let go. After years of awkward negotiations, shame, and restraint, he could be himself in a way he’d never dared before. Not even with the hottest hookups, not even with his closest friends.
I am not only a total femme. I am also a cock-hungry, submissive bottom. And that’s okay.
How did Joakim manage that? What was it with the man that made Kevin feel like he could do anything, be anything, say anything? From the first moment, the blatant desire in Joakim’s eyes made Kevin open up, feel free. He wouldn’t doubt the gift. Not now when he basked in the warmth of Joakim’s long, rough body. Not when the man stirred underneath him and his hands slid lazily around Kevin’s back and to his ass cheeks. Kevin closed his eyes, and he wasn’t even surprised when his groin tingled again as Joakim massaged his ass muscles.
“Mhmmm, you smell so good.” Joakim’s voice sounded deep and gravelly, thick with sleep.
Kevin snuggled into the embrace. “Good morning, sexy,” he said.
Another hum of pleasure from Joakim and then, “Good morning, my angel.”
Kevin could melt from the silly nicknames. Gorgeous, dirty angel, your sweet, tight hole… Kevin loved all of it. Who knew? Joakim rolled them suddenly and nuzzled Kevin’s throat. He bit the skin lightly, and Kevin laughed.
“I think I need to shower,” he admitted. “And I apologize for being forward, but I’m ravenous.”
“Shit, you’re right. We forgot to eat dinner yesterday. I’m so sorry.” Joakim sounded sincerely dismayed.
“I didn’t complain at the time, did I?” Kevin said.
Joakim lifted his head and scanned Kevin’s face. Thick stubble covered his cheeks, his lips were still swollen from their kisses yesterday, and his eyes shone with mischief. God, he’s hot. “You didn’t, no.” Joakim grinned. “But I should feed you now. And I need coffee. Go shower, and I’ll make us breakfast.”
Resisting the urge to jerk off, Kevin took a fast shower. He used the same toothbrush he’d gotten from Joakim the first night they spent together. It was in the cup on the vanity, and Kevin found he liked the detail—a small sign of his presence here. He brushed his teeth and put the toothbrush back into the cup. He smiled, thinking he’d need it next time. Joakim had given him a clean T-shirt and sweats. He dressed, left the bathroom, and went looking for his host.
He didn’t have much opportunity and definitely not the brain capacity to appreciate Joakim’s home the last time he’d been here. Now he looked around properly.
What made him pause were the pictures. There were posters, drawings, paintings, photographs—some colorful, some black and white, some large, some small, detailed and intricate, sometimes bold and simple. Every wall in the spacious apartment had one or several frames hanging on it. Kevin could see it wasn’t any décor from a store, nor was the interior professionally designed. These pictures were a private collection. He was trying to see the story behind each, where and why Joakim got them. But there were so many and so varied it made his head spin.
He heard a banging noise from what must have been the kitchen and continued through the living room and through a double glass door. The bright light almost blinded him. The sun was starting its short path over the winter sky—it was just after nine in the morning—and it shone directly through the kitchen windows.
Joakim stood by the counter in his pajama bottoms, shirtless, and he glowed in the cool morning light as if he had a halo around him. Kevin’s heart stuttered.
“Good morning. Coffee? Milk, no sugar, right?”
“Yeah. Thank you.”
Kevin stepped closer, and Joakim brushed a kiss on his temple before he handed him the cup.
“I’m an awful host,” he said, honest self-deprecation in his tone, and Kevin looked up at him in confusion. He’d never felt so spoiled as during the few hours he’d been with Joakim.
“What?”
“Last time I kicked you out early, yesterday you went to bed without dinner, and this morning I have literally nothing edible in the fridge. Can I please take you out for breakfast?”
Kevin smiled at the unnecessary worry.
“I don’t have rehearsals until after lunch. We can go out and have breakfast.”
“Perfect. I cleared my schedule. I’m free until two,” Joakim said and kissed Kevin lightly on the lips. “You must be starving. I just need a quick shower as well, and we can leave in ten minutes. Finish your coffee, make yourself at home. I’ll be right back.”
One more kiss, this time by Kevin’s ear, and he was gone. After a few seconds, the bathroom door echoed shut.
Kevin sipped his coffee and looked around again. The kitchen was large, done in whites and creams, and absolutely pristine. It made Kevin suspect Joakim used a cleaning service. He discovered more pictures on the walls, a large number of small photographs. Some seemed personal, friends and family at events, and some were images from nature. Islands, mountains, lakes. Kevin thought he vaguely recognized some of those places and wondered if it were images from Joakim’s travels. He liked the way the apartment spoke about the man. The walls were like an open diary of Joakim’s life, his tastes and experiences. They spoke of a colorful world, an intriguing mind, and Kevin only yearned to know more.
He paused in the living room, and without a lusty fog covering his sight, he could appreciate the paintings and graphics. Some were suggestive, obviously queer, and beautiful. Above the sofa hang three large frames. One was a painting of a country house, old Swedish style with white window frames and red-painted wooden walls. An elderly woman sat on a bench in front of it. It was dated 1979. The second picture was a black-and-white graphic of a city street with a group of people huddling together. It felt grim, full of tension, disturbing with a hidden depth that threatened to suck Kevin in. The third one was a bold painting hinting at a silhouette of a male body, done in contrasting colors, magnificent and sensual.
It struck Kevin how those three pictures contrasted each other yet worked in harmony, each showing a different aspect of life, a different mood, and together making a point about how multifaceted life could be. How multifaceted was the man who chose them and hung them in his home? Kevin felt he’d barely scratched at the surface of Joakim’s personality. Yesterday, they had been so horny they barely talked. Hell, they forgot to eat!