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The leather harness squelched as Sebastian wiggled into place on the worn leather sofa, his pierced nipples already glistening with Strepsil-frosted sweat. Denizen took his place between his master’s spread legs, roughly cupping the blonde’s balls through raspy jeans. Boxers or briefs? Sebastian wondered as Denizen adjusted the gear shift, fingers inching towards frayed denim. The flaccid snake in his jeans, a mere flattened serpent beneath the denim.

“It worked out perfect that I got this stool from Margie,” Sebastian tightened the chain running through his crotch, the cold steel biting against his hardening cock. “All I need is your wrist.” His hand probed Denizen’s tight ass. Hairy paw dragging chunky wrist up between his legs, resting in the crux separating paunch and pelvic. Leather-bound thumb rotated, poking and pressing insistently as Denizen’s own hand entered the cool air between their two bodies.

Without ceremony or build up, Denizen plunged his splayed fingers into Sebastian’s waiting hole. Warm breath against his ear, a shifting of hips and the cracked leather of the seat betrayed the wet slick squelch as Denizen worked his hand into Sebastian’s sphincter. Sebastian groaned inaudibly, guttural sounds escaping his locked jaw. Teeth clenched and Asians glowing devil fire. “So tight.” Glassy eyes up at the kitchen walls of his 4th floor walk up. Memories of lost youth, before leather and kink. “Fuck me with your hand like God made it.”

Denizen’s rough palm pressed against Sebastian’s prostate. Authoritative grips massaging pleasure to the surface. He tried to watch the clock, each second a knotted root of time, forty-nine already gone. But the slick squeeze of Denizen’s arm buried inside his body took him to another plane. His own cock bobbed the heavy velvet of the chilled hook into a blooming flower. Sebastian’s eyes half closed, lips wet and hands balling the cool sofa beneath him.

A sucking sound followed every in- and outstroke as Denizen’s fist fully breached the small myriads on the hour. Sebastian’s skin carved a mold of Denizen below him, the thick musk of masculinity clawing out Sebastian’s nostrils as the focus point of his universe.

Denizen worked his fist harder, faster, in out in out. Sebastian’s chains rattled with his steady bucking. “Fuck…” He groaned when Denizen’s fist breaches him fully, his hole stretched beyond its limits, yielding and sucking on Denizen’s forearm. Sweat gleamed on Denizen’s brow as he looked down at his hand disappearing and reappearing in Sebastian’s hole, a wet obscene slick.

“Look at me,” Sebastian gasped, his hole gripping Denizen’s wrist like a hot silken fist. “I want to see your face when you fuck my ass.” Denizen lifted his chin, eyes glazed and heavy-lidded. His rhythm became erratic, shallow — his thumb hitting Sebastian’s prostate on every thrust. “That’s it,” Sebastian groaned, reaching down to stroke his own cock. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

Denizen obliged, his fingers digging into Sebastian’s hips as he pounded into him. The living room furniture creaked as it shook with the force of his thrusts. Sebastian’s hole gaped obscenely every time Denizen pulled out, then closed eagerly around his wrist as he pushed back in.

“That’s it, ” Sebastian breathed, his voice thick with pleasure. “Tear my ass open with your fist. Fuck me until I can’t walk straight.” Denizen growled, his grip tightening as he fucked Sebastian harder, faster. Sebastian’s cock throbbed in his fist, his balls drawing up tight. He was close, so close. “Gonna cum,” he gasped, his voice strained. “Gonna cum on your fucking arm.”

Denizen groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. Sebastian’s world narrowed down to the hot rubber of the cock ring, the cold steel of the chains, and the burning stretch of Denizen’s arm inside him. “Fuck!” Sebastian cried out as his orgasm crashed over him, his cock pulsing as he shot thick ropes of cum across his stomach and chest. Denizen followed a moment later, his own cry muffled against Sebastian’s shoulder as he filled the condom.

They collapsed together, a tangle of sweat-slicked skin and panting breaths. Denizen carefully slid his hand out of Sebastian’s hole, hissing at the burn as he did so. Sebastian whimpered at the loss, his hole gaping and twitching. “Fuck,” Denizen groaned, rolling off Sebastian and onto his back on the couch. “That was fucking intense.”

“Mmm,” Sebastian agreed, curled on his side facing Denizen. His cock was already softening, a chill breeze from the open window raising goosebumps on his cum-slicked skin. “Ready for round two?” Denizen raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Give me a minute, top. I’m not as young as I used to be.”