Darius' hand grasps Rolim's ass just as Ro wraps his slender fingers around his length, squeezing just hard enough to make Darius groan while that teasing fingertip continues to circle his furled rim.
"We've come a long way since then, haven't we?" Rolim smiles, dragging his tongue along the shell of Darius' earβwell, what he can reach anyway.
"But sometimes I wonder if you miss it," he muses, finally pushing that first digit inside his boyfriend. "Not being on the penetrating side, I mean."
He strokes Darius' girth slowly but firmly, playing his thumb over the tip as he slowly slides his soapy finger in and out, stroking along Darius' twitching walls.
"Maybe I should finally get a strap-on to play with you, my love," he smirks again now, feeling especially bold today. "Would you like that, minii duu? Do you miss getting fucked by someone instead of doing the fucking?"
"I don't missβ¦" Darius starts, interrupted by a belly-deep groan, his forehead dropping down against the wall.
"What we have is fullfilling and enough, b-β¦" a full body twitch races through him, just from the thought of Ro topping him with a strap-on, of getting breached and fucked senseless into their bed until he's a moaning mess β he's helpless against the moan tumbling out of him, and the thick globule of pre dribbling out of his hardening cock.
"Fuck," he finally answers, his voice quivering, "yes, I'd love that."
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"Good boy," Rolim purrs, peppering his shoulders and neck with kisses. "We'll do that, I promise," he continues, gently thrusting his finger a little faster, that is, of course, until he adds a second one, at which point he slows down again.
His other hand keeps to a steady rhythm, though, jerking Darius off through the teasing of his walls.
"Until we have one, my hands will have to do the trick," he chuckles softly, thrusting his two fingers inside his lover to the hilt, the calloused fingertips hitting Darius' spot dead on.
"You think it'll be enough for you, my love?" he asks, it's clearly a rhetorical question judging from Darius' reactions, but Rolim gives him time to answer anyway, leaving his fingertips where they are and simply drawing minuscule circles on his boyfriend's prostate.
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Rolim's voice feels like warm butter under Darius' skin, his tone teasing, taunting, playful and daring, making his breath stutter and pulse quicken. This was perhaps not the intended idea of his teasing, but god damn it payed off.
"Ye-β¦ uh huh," he nods against the wall tiles, his brain melting further into useless goo for every pass of those dexterous fingersβsending tiny electric sparks deep into his spine and out to his limbs.
"Mh, Ro," he moans, "I'll be good, it be good." It's almost gibberish now, while he pushes back against Ro fingers and thrusts into his fist.
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Another soft chuckle sounds out from behind Darius.
"You enjoy it then? Good," he smiles and resumes a thrusting motion with his fingers. He adds a third and keeps hitting Darius' spot wherever he can, reading his lover's twitches and jerks.
Pushing himself closer he squeezes his hand between their bodies and rolls his hips against Darius' ass, giving him the impression that Rolim is fucking him.
Their heights might usually not line up that well, but with Darius' widened stance and thanks to Rolim's long legs it works just fine.
"Tell me, love," he smiles, starting to thrust his fingers faster, his hips moving in sync, slapping against Darius' ass with every movement, "are you close?"
1) Especially for people like @ishi-amai.bsky.social 's #Durge #Darius who are usually expected to top for their height and body-type alone.
He'd hate to find out his lovers feel deprived in any way and makes sure their needs are taken care of just as well as his own.
Snippets from our cowriting.