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PART 5
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"Oh, m-my," MacGregor whimpered as he crawled forward, trying to regain his balance, but a hand on his butt gave him pause. Looking back over his shoulder, a sudden dark blush flushed his face as he took in the sight of Frank again, staring intently down at his abused hole.
“Enjoying the sight of me filled with your cum, Frank?” His voice was low and teasing as he dipped his back and popped his hips a bit more to show off, just a smidgen. He wasn't mad that his ass had been gaining weight. While the seamstress was furious, his dates before the curse were not.
Frank grunted as his other hand came up to cup the other cheek, squeezing both together before letting them open again, his cum glistening. His thumb slowly trailed over to the puckered hole, now far puffier than when they initially started. He could even slip a thumb in easily, which surprised him as he pushed, expecting the same resistance as before.
"Ah!" Mac gasped and pushed back; he had always been a sucker for over-sensitive play. The sensation of his used hole being stretched again caused a twitch to race down his spent dick. "You might be done… but if you keep-" Frank broke his thought and words as they chuckled and the thumb left. Two wide fingers pressed back in its place, and a loud, strangled cry came from him. "Oh yes, Frank…."
Frank groaned as he watched the other male, eyes flicking between where his fingers rested deeply and the mirror he had nearly forgotten. He was disappointed in himself for missing their face once they finally got off. Perhaps he could get him once more, and he wouldn't… push along another encounter before he should. "Could you get off from-" Instead of finishing his words, he pushed his finger until he was roughly the same depth and began to scissor his fingers again.
"AH!" Mac cried out, his body jolting not only back but up, "Ah fuck yes. Fuck, it's so.. " he was babbling, his head bowed down till his forehead rested partially on their foot.
"Look up," his voice was like syrup, he swallowed thickly and worked his fingers, now not only hitting the spot but seeing how far he could pull free and still reach it, making an unconscious note that if all males were the same, MacGregor's would be the perfect length. A grunt escaped him when he looked up from working the hole to the mirror and was met by their face. Blue eyes glittered in the lamplight, their lips wet with a bit of spit, hung open, letting out a string of nonsensical sounds. He pushed his fingers harder and felt a wet tip slide across his thighs. With a low sound of his own, he reached between their legs to begin a motion close to milking.
"Oh…. oh… please," he began making sounds like whines and loud cries. Tears had sprung to his eyes, but he did not feel sad, nor had any of the fear taken hold since. His body felt like there was a fire sizzling just under his skin. Even though his balls felt spent, his dick and spot deep inside told him there was another wave about to come. "Oh fuck Frank, "he called out again, resting his chin on the mattress, making sure to keep his face up. The angle allowed him to cock his hips back up, and when he pressed, he could feel another hard dick still pressed against their stomach. "Harder, " he gasped and closed his eyes, face scrunched as his body started to seize again, "Yes, yes yes…" he whimpered and bucked, the hand on his dick squeezed and pulled, it felt like he was trying to milk him, and the pressure they kept on the spot inside, he felt like he would come soon.
If Frank weren't sure his second time would end far from this, he wouldn’t have left his now throbbing, ready-to-go member alone. So he did as he was instructed, thrusting his fingers and tugging quicker. He bent forward to give one of the globes that jiggled from his work a nip, the body in front of him crying out loudly and whimpering when he pulled his teeth away. He had not left a mark, but the way the other male whimpered and bucked back, maybe he could, not now tho, he wanted to watch their face. "Come on, Mac, let go… let me see that pretty face…."
"Ah-" MacGregor cried out, his body tensing as he felt something inside his stomach break, and his cry turned to a near yell as he came again, the hot sensation far stronger and caused a close pain to run through his stomach and balls. All of him was cocked and angled, but he kept his face forward. Shivering as the rough fingering slowed quickly, so near the end of the last small gushes of cum they were meeting, rubbing around it.
"Roll off, and I will get a towel," the low command made MacGregor whimper and nod, moving so the far bigger man could stand and go to the ensuite bathroom.
Frank entered and turned on the faucet with even stridden steps, quickly scrubbing his hands and taking a towel to wet and clean himself. He bit his lip as he wanted to fuck into the towel as he cleaned, wanted to see if they really could try a second time, even in his non-immortal body; his age did not feel like much of a factor here. Once he felt that he was clean enough, he grabbed two towels, wetting one before heading back to the room. The feeling of precum slicking the bottom of his cock was bothersome but far better than oil or cum. Mac had not left the spot they had rolled into. Their chest, once heaving, now has a slow and steady rhythm. Frank's dick gave a twitch as he looked at the pale form on the bed. The dark hair on both their head and calves seemed to be in small patches on their back.
He came to stand near the side of the bed and reached out to roll them onto their stomach. A groan was the only reply as they settled and opened their thighs once more, like he was used to this sort of aftercare. With a low chuckle, he wiped away the mess of oils and cum from their thighs and then gingerly around their even redder hole. Soft gasps and quiet whimpers came from them as he did so; his dick twitched on his thighs as he knelt, cleaning. ‘ No, not again, ’ he chastised himself.
"Roll, then I can get to the bed too. I don't think you want to sleep in…" he let the soft chuckle at the end take the last few words. The male did so and turned, covering his face with the nook of an elbow as he exposed his front. Frank blinked with a bit of surprise at the cock once again jutting from the nest of black hair on MacGregor's hips. "Maybe Darwin was correct. I have only seen a monkey try to go at it this many times," there was a low rumbling chuckle as they folded the wet towel so the clean part would be used and wiped their stomach first and then down to wrap around the cock, meaning just to clean it, but also the thrill of… again curled down his spine. He swore he felt a drip of precum land on his foot.
A few full swipes of the towel would have been enough. Still, the soft whimper and subtle way their hips bucked had his hand tugging a bit longer, a thought slipping from him as he remembered the small note and tried to estimate that the more petite dick would be just about perfect for… stimulation. "Has anyone let you bugger them?" He asked as he watched his hand with the towel slip over the still fully hard member.
"Ah- no," MacGregor gasped and shivered at the thought of pushing himself into Frank, but that same dark spot of emotion hit him when he buckled up and felt how empty he was. There was no way he could leave someone feeling as satisfied as more equipped men do. He pulled his arm from his face, "I am not normally so invigorated… it can't be the liquor…" he lifted himself to rest on his elbows behind him, looking along the tall line of the male next to the bed.
"Must be the air," Frank laughed and stood, though he was fully hard, the weight of his member kept it at a low arch. He now fully suspected a few more clear liquid spatters on his foot.
MacGregor visibly swallowed as he looked up from the bed, the prominent member close enough to reach out and pull it to his mouth. "Did you clean up in there?" He asked. He was sure they were gone in the restroom long enough, but wasn't sure if he had not just drifted for a shorter amount of time than it felt.
"Yeah… I did.." Frank reached down to take hold of his base, lifting it and watched how MacGregor swallowed again. Uncoucously licking their lips, "I think I have one more for you," the words were low and full of heat.
"One moment… then lean over me," MacGregor was quick in his movements, settling himself with his head over the side of the bed, lying on his back. One of his hands rubbed at the cloth between his legs before reaching up and taking hold of their dick, pulling them forward. "Now, I'm trusting you… haven't done this with…" he gave the cock that now hung by his face a few tugs as he felt Frank brace one knee on the bed and lean himself down, one hand on the bed, the other on his thigh.
"If I get too much, tap my thigh, and I will be gentle but quick." Frank felt giddy at the thought of buggering his throat again too. Never had he felt that, and he knew he should enjoy it this last chance.
"Ah, a wrestling man too," Mac tried to make the joke, but his laugh was blocked by a cock tip nudging his lips, "I shall tap out only if I need to!" He moaned, mouth opening as not only did the fat tip take the chance to enter, but Frank had also pulled off a towel and wrapped his entire length into his mouth.
Fank did not need time to adjust to their length; his mouth easily suctioned tight, and his tongue easily curled around it, uncaring how his head moved or how their hips twitched when he rubbed just the right spot of their tip on the roof of his mouth. But his own hips were slow and even-paced, thrusting with a measured in and out of the mouth until he felt the hand on his thigh. He pulled back a bit, resting his cock tip in their mouth as he gave them a moment to fully breathe, and when the hand squeezed, he thrust forward.
Frank groaned as he urged his tip through tight muscles and deep into another wet, hot channel. He pushed deep then pulled free, shivering and pulling his head back to huff a grunt as their breath puffed across his far wetter dick now. Another squeeze, and he went back in, remembering how quickly they had acclimated on the boat so many months ago. He groaned as he nearly got to the base before pulling back and giving a few deep thrusts, then back out to let them grunt and gasp for breath. Sucking their cock back into his mouth, he used his free hand to find a nipple nestled in its own nest of black hair on their chest, squeezing it. The loud groan caught his tip and continued as he thrust back into the willing throat. He squeezed it, and not only did their hips buck their cock deeper, nearly making him gag. Groaning, he kept the somewhat a bit longer before pulling back; they gasped louder this time.
Mac shivered, bucking under their hand on his nipple and eerily amazingly skilled mouth of who he thought was an amateur. He cried out as they gave it a sharp tug, his hips bucking again. He squeezed their thigh again and accepted the quick, deep thrust into him. The utter feeling of being filled caused his gut to curl, each tug at his nipple and suck, to spiral him quicker. They pulled back when he began to cry out around the dick, "wait…" he whimpered and swallowed, trying to catch as much of the extra spit and precum that dribbled from his mouth.
"Just a moment.." Frank growled around their dick before pulling back and lifting on their elbow, looking down the length of their body to where their chin was just visible. He wanted to do so many things, but the slight anxiety that this would be the last time tonight made him pause. He only rested his tip back in their mouth, groaning as they worked it with their tongue. He sucked their cock back into his mouth, working it quicker than before; the arm he was not holding his weight came between them to tease their nipple again. They started to whimper and suckle at his tip as he felt their cock begin to twitch, and soon they tensed, and a soft ooze of cum twitched out. Their mouth broke suction as they cried out loudly, hips jerking like they had far more spasms of cum than what partly oozed from their tip.
Frank pulled back, kissing the top, sure that it was finally overly sensitive. He pulled back up to his knee on the bed and looked down as MacGregor's mouth was open, as he whimpered out sounds in time with tiny jerky twitches of his hips. "OK, I won't take long, but I want to watch…" he growled softly, lined his head up again, and watched it disappear with a quick thrust. As soon as he felt the throat accept, he could see it stretch its way down. "Oh so very good…" he growled and stayed angled to watch as he pulled back and started a rhythm, the sounds gurgling around his cock as it pressed faster, his breath coming in short pants. Still, he felt the hand twitch ok his hip, and he pulled back in time for them to grasp our loud breath and swallow a few times thickly, his breaths quickly. "Nearly there, hold on… " whispered, but waiting until they were ready, mouth open and tongue lapping at the side of his testicle, "So very good to me…" he whispered, his eyes half-lidded as he rubbed a wide thumb over their throat, pressing for just a moment, gauging a reaction and smirking as they gasped pleasantly.
"Open wide…" he pulled back and adjusted once more before entering, his hand pressed on their throat as they continued pressing deeper, he could feel it stretch under his palm and let out a low moan. Only seated for a moment before he began to fuck in earnest. The sensation of them crying out around his cock, the stretch both around his dick and under his hand, "ah, fuck- Mac-" his words staggered and caught between moans and grunts, trying not both squeeze on the outside to cut off the blood flow as well as air but caught himself. "Fuc-" was the last of it as he held their head close, coming as deep as he could. Through the heart bursting from his groin and nearly white light bursting behind his eyes, he wondered if he only oozed or if he was pumping their stomach full as much as he imagined they were doing. Grunting softly, his hips twitched once or twice before pulling back finally and letting their mouth fall free and empty. They breathed with hard, ragged breaths as Frank lay the other way on the bed. His body felt like jelly, and his brain was pudding. His mouth felt so dry, but the glass of water on the table was too far away.
"Frank… you are a beast…." Mac's voice was low and hoarse as he sat up and coughed before he began speaking again. Leaning across the bed, he grabbed the glass and drank, but stopped near the end, pulling back and offering it to the stretched-out, bigger male. They took it and downed the rest in one drink. "Turn so we can sleep… I have so many pillows and plan to use at least half." He turned up his nose with a playful laugh, his eyes were heavy and half-open as they both moved in the bed, and Frank turned to wrap the smaller male in a firm, tight embrace. While Mac usually did not like going to sleep still coated in sweat, it reminded him of the few nights they spent on the river.
Frank had said little as they moved, only chuckled and nodded as he followed their example, sighing deeply as they fit into his arms and their hips fit back against his.
Frank inhaled slowly, taking in the scent of the soap they used in their hair, the slightly floral yet spicy aftershave that clung to his skin, and the higher after their romp. His breaths were low and steady, like he had trained himself, quick to sleep, because who knew when tomorrow would start. Mac must have thought he had fully fallen asleep because just as he began to drift, he felt his hand raise and a soft kiss on his ring finger, where a wedding band would soon be placed.
"I love you too," the words are soft and not only raw from the treatment of their throat.
Frank wanted to say something and wish there was a way he could love both siblings…. The last thought as he tried to open his mouth, finding his body far ahead in sleep, followed quickly.
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Awaking still before dawn, Frank found himself with an arm and leg slung over the slim form of MacGregor. Groaning, he rolled out of bed, grabbed the glass, and moved quickly to the bathroom, filling the cup and draining his bladder. After washing his hands, he quietly returned to the bedside and noticed how the other occupant had curled into a tight ball in the spot he had left.
A low laugh came from him as he picked up the blanket and crawled back into the bed. He said he would stay the night and asked how the other male woke in the mornings. He leaned back on the pillows, both arms up, until Mac rolled and seemed to be magnetically attracted to his side. He chuckled softly and wrapped his arm around the already chilled skin of his lover.
Mac's leg wrapped around his thigh, and their face rested on his shoulder; he turned his head and inhaled again, enjoying their scent once more. Before sleep retook him, he saw their hand resting on his chest and lifted it, noticing it was the same hand they had kissed before they fell asleep; he gave the same spot a kiss and whispered, "I love you too, and I wish I had a way to show you both are my world…" he whispered it, half hoping the male on his chest was awake but did not wait to find out instead falling asleep as well.
Fin.