Bijou, Cobalt/Jade, sleeping inside you, Part II
“Come on,” Cobalt said, withdrawing all his fingers and watching as Jade blinked, disoriented.
He led the way to the boys’ room, gathered a few cushions together to make a nest of velvets and soft down, then lay back and beckoned Jade over. It was the work of a minute to roll on a condom, slick himself with lube, and guide Jade to straddle him, all quivering thighs and wide, glassy eyes. Jade settled quickly into a rhythm where each thrust pressed demanding noises from him, but none could rightly be called words.
Cobalt allowed himself the luxury of a few moments to thrust lazily into Jade’s heat. When Jade started to take the rhythm for granted, Cobalt slicked a finger and pressed it down to where they were joined, curving it to slip into Jade alongside his cock, watching the swift expansion of Jade’s chest at the new width. The lube made it easy, even with the width that Jade wasn’t used to, and the angle let him roll Jade’s balls across his palm when he thrust up.
“How many fingers can you take?” Cobalt asked, and Jade shook his head uncertainly, teeth pressed into his lip, pupils wide and uncomprehending. “You can take another, can’t you?” and Cobalt added another finger, not waiting for Jade to reply. He could feel the flutter of muscle with every heaving breath Jade blew. Jade wasn’t moving, and Cobalt thrust up hard, drawing a muffled whine. “Come on, you had the rhythm before.”
Jade slipped tentatively forward, then back onto Cobalt’s cock and fingers. A few slower thrusts to let Jade gain confidence, then Cobalt picked up the pace. Jade was close, he could tell from the hitching muscles of Jade’s stomach and the unconscious noises he made. A few more exquisite thrusts -- so tight, so sweetly clenched and fluttering – and Cobalt crooked his fingers, grinding sudden pressure on Jade’s prostate.
“Come,” and Jade’s body snapped taut, electric. Pride, contempt, and physical pleasure warred for dominance as Cobalt watched, pressing absently into Jade’s prostate still, drawing out his orgasm past the point of pleasure to skitter along the edge of oversensitivity. Cobalt himself was still hard, but there wasn’t any urgency to the feeling. Tonight had been for Jade, and he wasn’t about to give up the control he’d spent several hours building.
Jade was trembling, still weak but trying to keep himself together until Cobalt gave him a signal. “Was that enough for you?” Cobalt asked, and Jade blinked twice, pupils settling a little more into focus, and nodded. Cobalt nodded back, then pushed Jade off to the side and stripped off the condom.
“You didn’t --" Jade began, but Cobalt cut him off.
“I’m fine.” He pressed himself up behind Jade, fitting himself into the angles of Jade’s body. Cobalt stroked a hand down Jade’s bicep and over his hip, and Jade settled under the touch. He was still shivering a little, but his breathing grew gradually slower and more shallow. Jade was still open, and Cobalt was still hard, so he pressed gently back inside, not thrusting, just resting there together, still joined. Jade tensed, but relaxed after a moment when no further movement seemed forthcoming.
“Go to sleep,” Cobalt ordered. Jade sighed out a slow breath and melted completely into the velvet cushions. Cobalt propped himself up on one elbow and continued to stroke Jade’s shoulder and down his spine until he was certain that Jade was asleep.
When Jade twitched faintly with his first dreams, Cobalt settled down behind him. He pressed as close as he knew how, burying himself deep in Jade’s body and wrapping himself in Jade’s scent before he allowed himself to succumb to sleep.