For a moment, all that could be heard in the darkened hallway was the booming thunder and pouring rain. Claude leaned with his back to the door. He too was soaked. His usually shiny, styled chestnut hair, limply fell to his shoulders and his mustache still contained little beads of water on its ends. The plain white tee tucked into his muddy bell bottoms was nearly transparent. His defined abdomen rose and fell slowly, almost hypnotizing James. Claude adjusted the hard plastic collar and firmly secured it around his neck. “Don’t worry," stated Claude, holding eye contact with James, "it's secure. It's stronger than my usual one.” Claude chuckled lightly at the end of his comments. He nervously smiled, raising the corner of his mouth and seeking a response from James who looked on with confusion. James had remained with his mouth ajar and still breathing heavily. What is he doing? James thought to himself. But James knew what Claude had implied and his intentions were clear.
James felt a lump form in his throat. His animalistic instincts were responding to Claude with every molecule in his body urging him to take a step forward. His heart beat rapidly and ached with boundless yearning. His body felt hot but not just from the instinctual need for sexual release. No, his body was hankering for something else and searching for its missing piece. An invisible force never before felt was gripping him and taking over. James's knees buckled slightly. This didn't feel like his body. This didn't feel like himself. James felt possessed, entranced—something beyond him had locked him inside this foreign vessel. In his thirty-nine years of life on this Earth, he had never experienced this indescribable, overwhelming sensation. It felt both attractive and lethal. Tears began to form in the corner of James’s eyes. He tried to speak but no words came. He felt a tear cascade down his cheek. Claude stepped forward, stretching his hand in an attempt to wipe it away. James flinched and took a step backward.
Claude’s expression became pained. “I’m sorry,” he stated, finally looking away from James. His face had grown pale and his ears bright pink. He couldn’t stand to look at James at this moment; he had been rejected. With a shaky voice, holding back both disappointment and humiliation, Claude stuttered, “I-I-” His throat closing up and his lower lip trembling. He had placed James in a distressing situation. He found him in a vulnerable state in which many alphas would lunge and abuse given the chance. But James was different, he had placed Claude before his own needs. Holding back his natural disposition for the sake of another. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you. I’ll leave ri-”
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“Stay.”
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Claude stopped in his tracks. He turned to James. He had sounded so meek and frightened. James's face was completely red with light tears careening down from his weepy eyes. James took a step toward Claude, "I want you,” he declared. “I’ve been wanting you but I am scared." He took another step forward. Their bodies are now just inches from each other. James looked up to Claude. Claude leaned down and whispered to James, “Do you want me to stay?” James nodded, breathing in Claude's scent. The collar had combined both of their pheromones and James couldn't help but take another step forward to breathe it in. “I’ve been wanting you too," replied Claude into his ear, his breath tickling James. "I'm going to kiss you now," Claude breathed, placing his hand on James's face. He wiped off a tear with his thumb and stroked his cheek. James rested his face on Claude’s soft palm and closed his eyes. Claude looked on, admiring the contours of his features. “Is that okay?” Before answering, James rose onto his toes while Claude leaned down and moved his face towards his.
It was only a soft peck. A brief brush. Simple. It was so quick yet an electric shock pulsed through both their bodies. It had so swiftly confirmed James’s fears and insecurities. All the sensations he had pushed down since arriving back into town and meeting Claude the week before finally reached the surface. It felt like a pot bubbling over after having reached its boiling point. James and Claude opened their eyes and stared at each other for a moment; acknowledging something between them had changed. This was more than just desire; it was pain, pleasure, and an intoxicating impatience.
James wrapped one of his arms around Claude’s waist before grabbing the back of his head with the other. James pressed his body onto Claude while interlocking their lips. The innocent peck shared moments before had been discarded in favor of this carnal reflex. It was messy and clumsy as if starved. Their tongues swept past each other and collided with teeth. All they could hear now was the heavy breathing between kisses and the sounds of their lips smacking. James interlocked his legs to Claude, pressing his erect member to his and pushing him against the door. Claude wrapped his arms around James’s back, pressing him closer. His body felt hotter than he looked and dug his fingers into his back muscles. His back felt solid in his hands, his skin slippery from perspiration. James groaned into Claude’s mouth, his hands sliding to Claude’s chest. James untucked Claude’s shirt and yanked it off his body. He cast it aside, making a wet slosh sound as it hit the floor.
James went back to kissing Claude; kissing his chin, his jaw, and lowering his mouth to his collar bones. Claude ran his finger through James's soft curls and pushed his head deeper towards his chest. He began to circle James’s nipple with his tongue, using his hand to pinch the other. Though James was aware of Claude’s physique, seeing him exercise routinely through the neighborhood and how he’d show it off through his style of dress, he looked better than expected. Although long and slim, his chest was toned with broad shoulders and lean muscles. Freckles sprinkled throughout his body and quickly grew pink the rougher James touched. His nipples were almost translucent, small, and erect; they juxtaposed his sparse reddish-brown chest hair. “Mmmhm,” moaned Claude aloud as he began rhythmically thrusting his hips to the momentum of James’s. The two of them grinding against each other’s thighs, their breaths steadily growing. James continued to kiss Claude’s chest, gradually escalating his ferocity and now sliding his hand to Claude’s crotch. He slightly winced at the touch, feeling sensitive from stopping his hips and the warmth of James's palm.
Finally removing his mouth off Claude, James opened his eyes to check-in. Claude looked on with confusion, his gaze urging to continue. “Are you okay? Do you want to stop?” panted Claude, James’s body still extremely hot. He could tell the rut was in full swing and that he shouldn’t be wanting to cool off anytime soon. James rubbed Claude’s crotch through the denim, feeling it swell with excitement. “Uhm, fuck,” Claude groaned under his breath, swinging his head back and closing his eyes. He squeezed and fondled delicately, exploring Claude’s reactions. In his fantasies, James was rougher and wilder, dominating Claude and subjugating him to his every whim. He’d often pin him down and fuck him mercilessly. Now that James had the real thing in front of him, he wanted the opposite. He wanted to view the expressions the young man would make. He’d been enjoying the scrunching of his face with pleasure and how he reacted to every touch. James went back to kissing his chest, but this time lightly pecking downwards. He nibbled the clavicle and then gently kissed down between Claude's chest. Slowly descending and crouching down, unbuttoning Claude’s trousers and unzipping them.
He had found himself in his familiar prayer position—James knelt down to his knees, flicking his tongue inside Claude's belly button and then kissing the trail of hair leading to his underwear band. Claude caressed James’s head, guiding his mouth closer to his manhood. James slid down the trouser and began kissing his engorged member over the fabric of this underwear. He grabbed onto Claude’s hips as they began to rock against James’s face. He opened his mouth widely, placing what felt like the tip and balls inside his mouth. James growled, the vibration from the sound driving Claude madly with pleasure. James sucked hard, soaking the fabric with his spit and drooling out his mouth. His tongue flicked and tapped while Claude forced James toward himself and grinded even harder. James abruptly pulled his mouth away and quickly removed Claude’s underwear. Claude urgently shook off both the trousers at his ankles and underwear off, throwing them mindlessly. James quickly went back to Claude’s crotch, enveloping his penis with his mouth.
Claude threw one of his legs over James’s shoulder, changing the angle and shoving his shaft deeper down James’s throat. James gagged but obediently continued to suck. His head bobbed up and down, the tempo quickening and heightening its intensity. He looked up to Claude, his body was completely red and his countenance wearing the dirtiest of expressions. He was the embodiment of sin, the apple in Eden of which he needed to bite. James inserted a finger inside Claude’s rectum between surfacing for breath. It was already slippery as slick began to collect. James wiggled his second finger in, now thrusting inside.
“Reach a little higher,” begged Claude, roughly and relentless moving against James's mouth and gasping salaciously. Claude's scent was more powerful than before, it was driving James wild. He could feel his own needs reaching their limit, urging him to be inside Claude already. James’s underwear was already wet, sticky pre-cum pooling from pent-up desire. He shoved a third finger into Claude who cried out in ecstasy. “Shit!” exclaimed Claude, his eyes beginning to water and pleasure incasing his body. “I’m going to cum soon.” Claude tried to push James’s face away but James would just go back. “James, I’m going to cum if you don’t stop,” he pleaded now using both his hands to James’s off of him. But James latched on even harder, intensifying the sensation in both Claude’s front and back. Claude twitched, gasping deeply and rapidly. James’s hot mouth swathed over the tip, suctioning it with his tongue. James ogled as Claude helplessly did a couple of jerking motions before ejaculating into his mouth. It felt even more sensitive to Claude as James lightly bobbed up and down this shaft, the warm ejaculate still swirling in his mouth.
An audible gulp broke the silence. Claude’s eyes darted to the man below him, his thick fingers recommencing their movement inside him. The friction made disgustingly erotic noises and asked for him to be filled. James’s eyes remained sharp, his mouth red and inflamed from the rough movements. Claude took his leg off James's shoulder and pulled him towards him. He kissed him deeply, sensually. James kissed him back, sliding off his damped underwear. Claude moved his hand to James's crotch. His engorged penis was hot red, standing directly up and against his stomach. It was longer and thicker than Claude had expected. His fingers began to stroke it, the pre-cum acting like a lubricant. "Aah," gasped James, pressing his forehead to Claude's shoulder. He guided Claude's hand in a steady progression, squeezing Claude's thumb to his tip. "Don't stop," he whimpered as Claude tightly gripped him now with both his hands, “please don’t stop.”
Perhaps because it had been years since James had been touched, maybe because of the stimulus he'd received from touching Claude, or perhaps because of the intensity of his rut but James had climaxed rather quickly. Sticky white fluid covered Claude's hands and his stomach. “I’m sorry,” exhaled James, “I should’ve warned you.” He had started to regain his senses as soon as he came and felt the effects of his medication at last. “I’ll get you a towel,” he stated but Claude slyly grinned at him. “Don't worry about it,” Claude replied, licking a bit of the goo off his hand. He reached down to his clothes and used his shirt to wipe off the excess. James stood quite stunned, completely turned on by the exchange. It seemed that even though he came, he was still quite erect. Claude then looked through his pockets, searching for something. James remained unsure of what to do, he wanted to continue but James’s inexperience in asserting these needs left him paralyzed.
Rising to his feet, Claude held his wallet in his hand. He opened it and pulled out several envelopes of condoms before discarding the wallet. James's eyes grew wide, his heart beat rapidly with anticipation. James walked over to the door and switched the lock. Claude pressed his body against James and lightly kissed him. “I’m glad I wasn’t being too presumptuous,” Claude quietly said, with a smile spread across his face. James delicately stroked Claude from his back, tracing his fingers down the spine and to the low of his back. James blushed and kissed him again. He felt very shy and out of his element. Despite the ferocity expressed, these were overwhelming sensations to him but Claude appeared to be pretty at ease. “You surprised me,” Claude continued between kisses. “I didn’t know you could do that with your mouth.” He giggled as James’s complexion grew redder. Claude kissed his cheek and wrapped his arms around his neck. He pressed his forehead to James’s and the two looked at each other. James wrapped his arms around Claude, noting the difference in height between them. Despite the age difference, Claude seemed to be the larger and more mature of the two. James felt as if his heart would beat out of his chest, his body still profusely sweating and reacting to every little movement. Claude's cool and collected demeanor stirred James. How was he able to express his desire? What were his expectations?
James lightly pecked him on the lips before saying, “I haven’t done this in a long time.” He paused and took a deep breath. “I don't have much experience,” James stated, "and I don't want to disappoint you. So please be patient with me." Claude fully embraced James, the collar pressing down on his Adam's apple. “We don’t have to continue if you don’t want to,” Claude said holding on to James’s tightly. Of course, James would feel insecure, he was acting out against his vocation and succumbing to his instinctual disposition. He said it himself, he felt scared. “It’s not that,” replied James into Claude’s chest. “This is new to me so,” James declared calmly, “I don’t want to mess this up.” Claude pulled away from his embrace enough to face James whose eyes burned with desire. Claude sensed James’s teetering heart, stuck between the righteous path and that of the heathenistic. All he needed to do was confirm James’s feelings. Even Claude, who had been sleeping his way through his twenties—knew tonight felt different. It wasn't the simple horned-up desire he’d felt the first night he had met James. Claude knew the instant he walked home that night that this was the man he wanted, the man he’d been looking for, the man he needed. James had already been toggling with the balance of his faith, profession, and desires, what Claude simply needed to do was destroy them for good. All James needed was a push.
“I want you to fuck me, Father.”
And with that, the little sanity James had been holding close to him shattered. He understood Claude was provoking him but he didn't care. He immediately grabbed Claude's wrist and yanked him up the stairs. Claude trailed behind him, excitedly climbing up. He was roughly ushered into a sparse, unlit bedroom and then violently thrown to a bed. The rapidness and fluidity of the movement knocked the air out of Claude’s lungs. In the exchange, James had somehow got a hold of Claude’s condoms and quickly ripped one open. He threw the rest onto the bedside table and discarded the wrapper somewhere on the floor. Claude rose slightly, feeling his sex swell with expectation. He spread open his legs then inserting his fingers inside himself began stretching out as best he could. “Uhm, ah,” Claude moaned, his mouth agape. His ass squelched from the rapid movements rubbing and dribbling with slick. James looked on hungrily, rolling the rubber on and climbing onto the bed.
He snatched Claude’s long legs towards him and kissed the inside of his thighs. He was forceful, watching Claude's skin bruise with every movement inching towards his crotch. James bent down and moved his mouth closer to Claude’s backside. He licked and tasted the sweet liquid coming from Claude as he cried with pleasure. James had placed his shoulders underneath Claude’s knees rising him off the bed. He spread between his cheeks and injected his tongue inside him. He tasted like he smelled, citrusy yet earthy. “AH,” yelped Claude. Inexperienced? Thought Claude to himself, it seemed quite the opposite. As James continued rimming, Claude stirred helplessly, his hips grinding out of control. He swirled, his erect penis bouncing with the movement. James too felt blind with desire. “I want you inside me,” he begged. “Please, James. Get inside me.” James removed his face, feeling wet and sticky. He slid down Claude's legs so that their hips would match. James slowly pressed his erect penis into Claude. The two of them moaned in ecstasy as James slowly inched his way till fully engulfed inside him. "Fuck," growled James under his breath before pulling then deeply thrusting inside Claude. That singular thrust caused Claude to cry out a noise he'd never heard himself make before. It was going to be a long night.
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