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Chapter Six: Climax

Ghost relaxed, and let Roach take his time exploring his body. The bizarre sense of unease he felt knowing that Roach found him attractive started to recede as he became more aroused. He let Roach strip him of his shirt, excited at the thought of letting someone else take control, of trusting him enough to let him bury his face in the most delicate and sensitive parts of his body. Roach was sitting astride him, his firm grip pinning Ghost’s hands up above his head whilst he bent to nibble and lick underneath. Ghost ground his crotch into Roach as he writhed with pleasure.



Roach rubbed his free hand along the crotch of Ghost’s trousers, teasing the bulge beneath. He deftly flicked open the button at the fly and drew down the zip, allowing himself better access caress between Ghost’s legs. He let Ghost’s arms go as he bent to kiss him, a trail of delicate touches along his scar. Where his lips brushed the thickened skin it was strangely numb, counterbalanced exquisitely by his fingernails as they gently clawed along Ghost’s flank. Ghost was in heaven.



Roach stopped short of the waistband of Ghost’s pants, and Ghost took this as a signal to take charge, pushing Roach down onto the bed and getting to work undoing his jeans. He slowly pulled them down and dropped them onto the floor. Roach smiled his devilish smile and clasped his hands behind his head. He looked down at the obvious tenting in his underwear and then back at Ghost, clearly expecting something to be done about it. Ghost felt a flutter of fear. Roach was clearly an expert lover, and Ghost’s previous experiences were now clearly deficient in that area.



Nervously, he positioned himself between Roach’s legs and started to draw his fingertips along the surface of his inner thigh, as Roach had done to him. Roach sighed. Ghost was lying propped up on one elbow, his face only a short distance from Roach’s crotch. He pushed his face down into the fabric, breathing in the musky scent. He reached in through the leg of Roach’s shorts to gently stroke at the scrotum hidden beneath. He caught Roach’s eye and smiled.

Ghost reached up and grabbed the waist of the shorts from the inside and tugged them down, freeing Roach’s cock, which was already standing proud as he remembered it. Impulsively, he took it in his mouth, relishing the groan from Roach as he rolled his tongue over the head and along the shaft. He took his time returning to the tip and savoured the salty, sweet taste.



“Fuck!” said Roach as Ghost started to suck, tentatively on his cock. Ghost cupped Roach’s balls in his hand and stroked them, gradually working his way further back until he was sliding his finger into the cleft of his arse. Roach arched his back, accidentally forcing his cock deep into Ghost’s mouth. Ghost gagged and uttered a strangled choke.



“Shit! Sorry.” Roach giggled. “It just feels really good.” He got to his knees and drew Ghost towards him for a kiss by way of apology. Ghost’s cock was pressed between their bodies, compressed in a deeply pleasing way. Ghost found himself thrusting automatically.

“Easy, tiger!” said Roach. He reached around and squeezed one of Ghost’s buttocks in his hand, and then drew his nails across the skin. Ghost arched his back and shivered at the feeling, the thin line between pleasure and pain. Roach stroked along his leg and then slid his hand between Ghost’s legs, drawing his hands up the inner part of his thigh and starting to work his fingers up into his arse.



At the same time, he took Ghost’s cock in his hand and giving it a gentle tug. He rolled the tip between his fingers, grinding the foreskin against the head underneath in such a way that Ghost growled. He let Roach push him down onto his back and felt strong hands reaching under his legs, bending them up as his cock was taken in Roach’s mouth. It was obvious that Roach was somewhat of an expert in this, moving his tongue along the cleft of the tip and forcing open the head just short of being painful. He used his tongue to expose the whole of the head and circled his tongue around it, making Ghost shudder. He felt himself getting closer and closer as Roach’s head bobbed.



Then suddenly Roach stopped, as if he sensed the impending climax. He licked across Ghost scrotum and before Ghost realised what he was doing, he had rolled Ghost up further and was driving his tongue across the rim of Ghosts’ arse. Ghost yelled and bucked, but Roach had clamped his legs in his grasp.



“Fuck!” yelled Ghost. The sensation of Roach’s tongue, circling around the most sensitive and private part of him was both frightening and ecstatic at the same time. He felt Roach loosen his grip and when he looked down Roach was staring at him, his wicked grin back.

 

“You bastard!” said Ghost. “You utter fucking bastard.”



“You didn’t like it?” said Roach, innocently. “I won’t do it again then. You know, because you didn’t like it.”



“Fuck you!” Ghost snapped, punching his hand against the pillow.



“You already have.” He burrowed his face down between Ghost’s legs and started to kiss his thigh. Ghost bent his knees up to give him better access. He felt Roach’s nose brush against his scrotum as the kisses turned upwards along his groin.



“Do it again.” said Ghost, his voice a whisper.



“What?”



“Do it again. That thing you did.”



“Oh you did like it?”



“Yes! Just do it again!”



“Roll over.”



Ghost tensed. He didn’t like losing control, and the idea of not being able to see what Roach was doing slightly frightened him. “No.”



Roach sighed “I’ll do my neck in like this.” He rested his face just above Ghost’s crotch, lying his head along Ghost’s stomach and staring at him with wide, innocent eyes. He stroked his fingers through Ghost’s pubic hair, twirling the golden curls around his fingers. “Try it.” He suggested. “If you don’t like it, we can do something else.”



Ghost thought for a few minutes. He liked Roach, and so far, he hadn’t done anything to make him question his trust in him. Also, he wanted Roach’s face between his legs as soon as possible. He rolled.



“Here.” Roach pulled at Ghost’s hips, sliding a pillow underneath them.



Now Ghost felt ridiculous, with his bottom pointed up at the sky. Ridiculous, vulnerable and scared. Behind him, out of his sight, he could heard Roach moving. The bed moved under him as Roach shifted weight. He jerked when Roach gently touched his leg. His whole body tensed.



Roach was soft with his touch, just brushing across Ghost’s skin with his fingertips, working up his legs and stroking the skin of his buttocks. It felt divine and slowly, Ghost’s tension started to ease into a pleasured relaxation. He trembled, but now it was a trembling of anticipation as he awaited the next gentle touch. He felt Roach’s face between his thighs as he began to kiss him, the brush of his eyelashes on the skin. Roach’s hands firmly grasped the cheeks of Ghost’s buttocks between then, slowly spreading them. He could feel Roach’s breath across the exposed, sensitive skin and then jumped when he felt his tongue slide across his arse, leaving a cool wetness on the skin. He gasped. Roach lapped gently at him, short, darting licks that he could feel and hear. Ghost writhed, sensuously and bit the pillow at his head. It wasn’t as strong a feeling as when Roach had sucked him, but the combination of the nervousness and pleasure excited him further than any blowjob could. He forced his bottom higher into the air, allowing Roach more room. He heard him snicker, obviously gloating at being proved right, and then he drove his tongue into his arsehole.



Ghost cried out. The sensation was incredible as Roach slid his tongue inside and began to work back and forth. Ghost tried to wiggle free, the pleasure was too much, but Roach was firm. He adjusted his grip, spreading Ghost’s cheeks with one hand and sliding the other underneath to grip his cock firmly. Ghost yelled, burying his face in the pillow as Roach began to tug forcefully. Ghost could only bite down on the pillow to keep from screaming as Roach worked him closer and closer to climax: his tongue exploring, his firm grip on his cock as he rubbed up and down. He felt his thighs start to twitch, the sensation building up inside him and then he came, gasping and roaring.



He flopped down exhausted, and felt Roach resume his gentle stroking, this time tickling across Ghost’s ribs to make him squeal.



“Fuck off!” he said.



“Oh charming.” said Roach “Not even a thank you.” he drew his nails across Ghost’s chest to make his point. Ghost flailed at him and Roach laughed. Standing over him, Roach was a magnificent sight, jerking himself off with his powerful hands. Guilty at receiving so much, Ghost got up, pushed Roach over and took his cock in his mouth. This time, it was war. Ghost sucked hard as he moved up and down the shaft, teasing the tip with his tongue. Roach growled, his hands pulling and wrenching at the bedclothes as Ghost gave everything he had.



“Bloody hell!” gasped Roach “I’m... fucking hell!” Ghost felt Roach start to buck underneath him, felt the cock pulse under his tongue and then suddenly his mouth was filled with the sweet, thick come.



He swallowed it, savouring the hard-won taste of Roach on his tongue.



“Fucking hell.” sighed Roach.



Ghost clambered up to him and flopped down. Roach pulled himself across, resting his head in the crook of Ghost’s shoulder. “Fucking hell” he said again smiling. Ghost looked down at him and felt a sudden rush of emotion. He had everything he could possibly want, found in the most unlikeliest place.

 

 

 

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This is the end of this episode, and I hope that you’ve enjoyed it. I wrote this largely because I wanted to explore writing erotica. The circumstances of this pairing and my imagining of how they meet allowed me the chance to explore a few different scenes, which was great experience. If you have read it, please let me know what you think, as it’s great to know what worked and didn’t work for the readers.

The next episode of this pairing will return as a new story in a few weeks!