Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 484. How We Move (by The Revivalists)

Fuck, I am so nervous I am dizzy.

I don’t even remember what I did today at work, but I can guarantee that the wall I plastered surely didn’t look very wall-like.

Alright.

It’s alright.

I walked to the shower and turned the water on.

Watching the water disappear down the drain, I tried to calm down.

Fuck.

Pulling my shirt over my head and getting rid of my pants and boxers, I stepped inside.

Scrubbing my body, I felt better, though that changed when I thought about for whom and for what I was doing that.

Anyway, I didn’t clean inside or something...even the booklet had said that this wouldn’t be necessary.

Stepping out, the usual routine followed with that damn box.

The mystery length of the seventh day was... curseworthy as hell.

After going through the sizes and thicknesses and using the last one, I could say with conviction that this one was nastier than every before, making me want to run wide and far.

Very wide and very far.

I chuckled, still in absolute disbelief.

After finishing with everything, I conjured up fresh clothes, though I skipped the boxers.

Fuck.

I sat down on the closed toilet and pulled my phone out...ten more minutes.

I shook my leg until I couldn’t sit down anymore, antsy as hell.

Standing up, I went to the sink to wash my face before looking at my face in the mirror.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I let go of the sink and unlocked the bathroom door—and my arm was grabbed.

I was pulled to a body so hot it was scalding.

The fuck??? Immediately??

Henry had already bent down, hungrily biting my lips, pushing his tongue in.

Fuck.

My thoughts were interrupted by the passion he displayed, and I let myself be pulled in.

I slid my tongue across his, bringing him closer, gripping his hair to remain in control.

"Mmh..." Henry’s voice sounded so much deeper, husky, ready, and overcome with need.

His hands gripped my shirt; he let go of my mouth to pull it over my head before again crashing his lips against mine.

His hands found my cock, and he chuckled ecstatically, seeing how I had become hard far too fast.

Before I could even think, I had stood at attention already.

"Ready?" he asked, but he didn’t wait for an answer, pulling me to the freshly covered mattress.

"At least I am," he notified me as if I had asked, but I fucking hadn’t, as I was still trying to comprehend what just happened and what would soon happen.

Fuck, I am unwell all over, though it would be hard to guess given just how erect I was.

I started sweating but saw Henry staring at me and getting rid of his shirt...and pants.

I stared breathlessly at a body molded from the finest marble, a body I knew was silken to the touch—a masterpiece impossible to describe.

FUCK FUCK FUCK.

He turned around and kneeled down, bent forward, and assumed a submissive position facing away from me.

Again enchanted by his beauty and the sex he emitted, I stepped closer, knelt behind him, and gripped his muscular ass with both hands.

I felt my balls tremble, my cock twitch, my thoughts quieten, and deep satisfaction settle in seeing him like this.

Bared out before me, ready to be taken, to be fucked and ravaged.

His ass felt so good, and Henry cooperated, rocking his hips like an impatient concubine.

"Fuck..." I muttered, getting rid of my pants faster than I ever had before, captivated.

I inched closer, grabbed his hips, and redirected his position so that his hole was on the same height as my twitching cock.

He was half kneeling, half lying on the mattress when I came closer, seeing the wetness before me dripping from within him.

I licked my lips, so short away from the next step, unable to overcome it.

"Take me~ Kenny, Kenny, my love~"

The sultry voice ahead made my blood boil as I clenched my jaw and saw his ass rocking in wait and anticipation.

"Please~" he groaned.

I felt that voice gripping me, binding me—the allure placing a string around my neck, heart, and cock.

I repositioned my hands on his hips and pulled him to me while leaning forward, feeling his entrance with my cock, the wetness, and the promise of warmth.

I leaned in and gasped, shuddering all over, as I ENTERED, sinking deeper into an IMPOSSIBLE level of heat and tightness.

The string of lust around my neck, my heart, and my cock pulled taut.

"Are you alright? Can I go deeper?" I asked, trembling while holding back to do what I had to, what I NEEDED TO DO—TO FINALLY MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!

"Hng...Go all in, Kenny!"

I pushed into him slowly until I was in to the hilt, nearly cumming twice on the way.

When I was fully gripped by the strong body in front of me, I let go of his hips and put my hands on the mattress while lying sprawled over his back, breathlessly, in a DELIRIUM.

"Can...can I move?" I bit down at the flesh under me, into his back so close to me.

"Can I?" It sounded like a plea and a demand all at once, but I didn’t even know what the fuck left my mouth anymore, just knowing that I couldn’t spill my load just yet.

"Do it!" He moaned just as breathlessly, and the string in my mind, around my neck, heart, and cock, snapped.

I pushed myself up, bringing distance between my chest and his back again, my eyes rolling; taking a deep breath, I slid back out a bit, nearly exiting his body as a whole but stopping at the right time.

I pushed in, losing my mind completely, getting yet another bout of pleasure when I saw the body under me flinch, his back muscles tense.

I pulled him up without exiting him so that I could kneel properly and slide my hand over his back, feeling the power form within.

I slid out to push in again.

I plunged into him again and slid out; my heart trembled, and his muscles twitched. Unbelievable, UNBELIEVABLE.

Pushing in harder, I received the next flinch from under me, the next groan, which nearly took what was left of my sanity.

Fuck.

I started to go faster, every few seconds interrupted by a shudder from within me at the pure excitement I was feeling.

Further plunging into the burning heat, I heard only the blood in my ears rushing, my elaborate breathing together with his.

I saw only the back, these fucking beautiful lines that were so appealing, begging to cum onto them.

But I wasn’t above; I was fucking beyond.

Beyond these lines, deep, DEEP INSIDE HIM.

I clenched my jaw, feeling my balls slapping against softness, trying to somehow accommodate him so that he was either feeling ’not as uncomfortable’ or, hopefully, a little bit of pleasure—but I was so far gone already that I didn’t even know how to formulate sentences.

Did I ever doubt if I would manage to get hard? If I manage to do it with Henry? Did I ever ask myself if I was ever able to fuck him because he was undoubtedly a man?

Fuck, IMPOSSIBLE.

Rather, tell me HOW TO FUCKING EVER STOP WITH THIS!

When my breath hitched, I started feeling the wave of pleasure; when I came INSIDE, RAW, it was so excruciatingly incredible that I saw white spots in my field of vision.

Crashing onto his back, I tried to gather my breath, but I didn’t manage at all.

FUCKFUCKFUCK!!!

But it wasn’t enough, not fucking enough at all.

I pulled out, the cold hitting me harshly.

I grabbed his upper body and turned his body around, my mind dizzy and veiled with lust.

"Once more." I mumbled, looking at the soul-robbing blue in his eyes, while positioning myself.

I stared at his face, waiting with my hands on top of his knees, internally begging to get the approval to return back to the snug wet hole with my just-recharged weapon.

"Do it." Henry grinned.

Sitting on my heels, I spread his legs further and pulled him close to me.

The second time I entered him, I could see his face.

He was clearly growing more uncomfortable the deeper into him I advanced, his face flickering between discomfort and delight, just like in the vision I had where he was bound with a silk tie.

"I can’t...stop just now..." I said while sliding back and pushing in again, feeling my heart skip a few beats when doing it while looking at his expression.

Finally ripping my gaze from his face, I grabbed his cock and surprisingly found it hard as fuck, ready to burst. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

He trembled when I gripped it but didn’t cum just yet.

I moved my hand; I moved my hips at the same speed, being between his long legs.

WHAT A SIGHT.

Henry raised his upper body, grabbed my other arm, and pulled me down to him, where he kissed me.

When our tongues tangled, another bout of blood hardened my cock, and I felt him moan as if reacting to me twitching inside him.

I shuddered and continued to fumble, the need so thick that I couldn’t—I just couldn’t the fuck stop.

Every time I slid out, it felt like such a shame, such a loss, that I hurried back in, rewarded with Henry twitching around me.

He liked it when in combination with his cock, and I loved that I could do at least something for him while being nearly knocked out by the pleasure his body provided.

In and out, seeing his expression change from pain to pleasure, his moistened lips, and his rocking figure; at the end, I had really lost my mind, turning into a complete mess.

How does it feel like he is fucking me when I am the one doing it?

Next he came by my hand with my cock in his ass, and I could feel the orgasm throughout his whole body, contracting muscles, bringing me to the brink.

The visual appeal of his sperm spread all across his muscles, pushing me over said brink the next second.

My chest met his, the mess between us, as I just came and came, cumming until I was nothing more than a fucking wreck.

I was heaving on him, and he hugged me in a death grip.

"Fuck..." I didn’t know if it was him or me who cursed huskily, or if it was us both.

At some point I slipped out from inside him, not a fiber of strength left inside me, as the sleepiness and exhaustion hit me hard.

But then after hugging me and feeling his cock harden in between us, he suddenly spun us over.

Now, on top of me, with his upper body straightening, he stared at me for a long time, his hand slithering across my upper body slowly and thoroughly.

I stared back, helplessly caught in the temptation he was.

I didn’t even know what the fuck was going on anymore, still breathing as hard as my heart was beating, when I saw him lean to the side, getting lube from the side of the mattress and again staring at me.

"A deal is a deal?" He asked with a challenging grin, although his eyes never lost the dazed luster from sex.

"Yeah." I said, unconsciously ready to submit to anything—ready to sell my soul if he wanted it and without a second thought.

He poured lube on his standing cock and then looked back down at me.

"Tell me if it hurts, tell me if I should go slower, and tell me if I should get out. I will stop anytime." He grabbed my thighs and pulled me to him, his face overtaken by fervor, passion, and obsession.

The need that had been necessary to fulfill had now become life-threatening to quell.

"Fuck..." I placed my arms on my forehead and stared at him; his pose was so imposing, his figure in the dark so gorgeously seductive, his jaw so masculine, and his Adam’s apple ripe enough to devour.

There was no spot on him that didn’t give off an immediate and overwhelming stimulus.

I felt the cold lube on my ass; his scalding cock that had been in my hand seconds ago now pressed against me.

I didn’t have the energy nor the urge to protest; it was fair. It was fucking just.

I had cum like a teen going through his first fucking time with a succubus; it was only fair for him to experience this pleasure as well, and I suddenly wanted to see him seize it for himself.

"Do it," I said, and then felt the familiar pressure I had only experienced inside the bathroom over the last week.

I held my breath instinctively, trying to relax with all I got.

The nastiness was the same as he entered further, but contrary to the stretching, it turned me on to no end.

Because it was Henry, because I saw on his face how he was dying and going to heaven at once, just like I had.

A slow and deliberate invasion, and then he was fully inside me—