Chapter 29

We exitedthe void into my bedroom. Won-Ho already had his shirt untucked before I could stop him. We had fooled around plenty, but after debuting with my friends, I wanted this to be different… special. The shadows along the floor rose up, shoving him into my arms.

"It won't be long before they text asking if we're naked."

He tried to pull his shirt over his head. "I wouldn't want to disappoint." The smoke swirled about his body, pulling his arms down. He fought them but finally gave up. "Or not?"

This wouldn't be a rushed affair.

"I want the honor," I said.

Since saving him, our conversations had been almost entirely about the fallout. Tonight, we'd push aside secret identities. It'd be an exhibition of curiosities as we explored one another's bodies. I pondered where the night might take us as I lifted his shirt. My hands ran along his torso until he lifted his arms, allowing me the pleasure of disrobing him.

"It's better when I do it."

Not to be outdone, Won-Ho reached for my shirt. It'd be painstaking for him to fidget with each — He ripped it open, buttons flying. I was about to comment about my favorite shirt when he tore the pants off as well. If this was going to become a habit, I'd need to buy off-the-rack.

"A bit aggressive?"

"Complaining?"

"Not used to being on the receiving end."

"You'll say that plenty tonight."

Did he… "Wait?—"

Won-Ho pushed my shoulders, knocking me onto the bed. I thought having a superpowered man in my life meant I could get rough. I hadn't foreseen him using his abilities to dictate our time naked. My ego would take a backseat as I indulged him. Perhaps it would be a night of firsts for us both.

His eyes scanned the length of my body before zeroing in on my briefs. I watched as a thousand scenarios played out in his head. It was so long ago that I couldn't recall if I had been this nervous at the beginning. We had time. One by one, we'd work our way through that list until he knew exactly what he wanted.

He pulled the belt from his jeans, letting them drop to the floor. Crawling between my legs, he pulled down the front of my briefs. Won-Ho gripped the base of my cock as his lips hovered inches away. Eagerly, he descended, determined to fit the entirety of my cock in his mouth. With a quick gag, he receded.

"Sorry."

"Sorry isn't allowed." Reaching for his face, I lifted his chin so we met eye-to-eye. I wanted him to set aside his fears. I'd help, however necessary. "Hand around the base, then mouth. Can't have you choking."

He took the advice, swallowing my cock until his lips met his fist. I wanted to watch, but I couldn't help but throw my head back. What he lacked in experience, he made up in fervor. There was no pacing, no finesse, and a little more teeth than I preferred. That Won-Ho moaned around my cock brushed away any suggestions I might have. Looking down at my body, he had closed his eyes and lost himself in the moment. The sound of his slurps would mean the first orgasm if he didn't stop.

"Keep that up, and I'll come." When he didn't let up, I pulled at the shadows, using them to separate him from my cock. "Not yet. You can have a taste next time. I don't want this to end."

I think he grinned. He had taken me from clothed to ready to come in a matter of minutes. As a lover, I had a reputation to maintain. Tonight, we'd knock a few things off his list.

"I have an idea."

I'd never have sex without powers again. The shadows pulled him up off the bed. I gave him a quick peck on the lips before I sank into the darkness. I reappeared at the foot of the bed, staring at Won-Ho's ass. Now, it was my turn to tear the briefs off him. With a flick of the wrist, the shadows ripped the fabric. At this rate, we were going to run out of clothes.

I climbed on top of him. His body tensed. Unfamiliar with being underneath another man, I assumed his fears. Porn would have me slam it in and call it a night. "That's not on the menu… for now," I assured him. Every fiber of my being wanted to bury my cock in Won-Ho. It'd happen, I'm sure. It'd be an event unto itself.

I laid across his body, my cock nestled between the cheeks of his ass. My hips rocked back and forth. "Won," I whispered in his ear, "you feel amazing."

After a few minutes, he pushed his ass off the bed, grinding it against my cock. I could have cum a river. But I wanted to taste him, to bury my face between his cheeks. I pushed off the bed, preparing to slide down his body.

"Can I?" he asked.

"Can you…"

Under me, he flipped onto his back. With a quick glance down his body, I realized what he asked. That activity had been off-limits to the hookups that came and went. When asked, I'd laugh. Won-Ho bit his lips as I considered the request. Dammit, he had me.

"It's been a long time."

"It's my first."

"Won-Ho…" I leaned down, kissing him. His cock trapped between us jerked. Against my better judgment, I nodded. "I'll lie and say you're my first."

"You'd perjure yourself."

I straddled his torso, moving close enough to his face that he gave my cock a lick. Reaching over to the nightstand, I opened the drawer. This would require more than spit. I pulled out a condom and lube. Next to them rested the dildo Won-Ho had picked out at the sex shop. It gave me an idea of how tonight would reach its climax.

I slid down his body, straddling his legs. Won-Ho's cock might not look massive against his frame, but I felt my ass would argue. As I tore open the package, I caught a whiff of the latex. I gave his cock a quick squeeze. Pulling back the foreskin, I slid the condom down his shaft. I considered it a necessary evil, but as Won-Ho's eyes closed and he let out a soft moan, he didn't seem to mind. Now for the lube. A little extra. Nope, more than that. He'd be a slip-and-slide at this rate. I slid a slick hand across my hole, ensuring I covered all the bases.

"I make no promises," I confessed.

He opened one eye. "Damien Vex, savior of Vanguard, are you nervous?"

Nervous? No. Worried that this stud would leave me sore for the next few days? Absolutely. Like every other challenge in life, I'd walk away the victor. Or, in this case, shuffle.

I moved into position. His cock was like a steel bar, unwilling to bend. With a wiggle of my hips, he pushed against my hole. I gripped his hands, watching his face as I held still. I couldn't help but think back to the charity gala and how I wanted to mount this sexy man.

"This isn't how I imagined this going." The head of his cock brushed against my hole, and I closed my eyes. I gasped. This taboo act was only made more exciting because of Won-Ho trying to hide his eagerness.

"We don't have to?—"

I pushed back, and the head of his cock slid inside. My eyes went wide as the wind was knocked from my lungs. If it had been any bigger, it wouldn't matter my willingness. My body would have revolted. I almost laughed as I thought of the virgins I had coached through this process. Relax. Breathe. Enjoy the sensation.

Won-Ho had closed his eyes. Following the stubble from his ear to the sharp turn of his jaw, I always came back to those lips. He bit his lower lip. I wanted to be the one holding it between my teeth. Not just now but for the foreseeable future. I had come to grips with the idea of this being more than a fling, but I hadn't given myself a chance to define it. I thought this knot of emotions in my chest would diminish my ruthless edge. The trail of bodies said otherwise.

Won-Ho kept me sharp.

As the resistance left my mind, the tension in my body dissolved. I slid backward, one daring inch at a time. Won-Ho stretched me open, filling my ass. The way my cock stiffened made it clear I enjoyed the ride. It rested on the brink, at the intersection of pain and pleasure. A moment later, I sat in his lap.

"You feeling amazing." His words came out in a hiss. His belly was slick with my precum. It'd only take a slight breeze, and I'd come. The way his tattoos shimmered, it appeared he wasn't far from losing control.

I rose, slow and steady. Just as he might slide from my ass, I switched directions. I savored every inch of this beautiful man. It wouldn't stop me from trying to mount him in the future, but if this is how it always felt, I might be open to future negotiations.

"Won-Ho…" I whispered. "Do you trust me?"

One of his eyes peeked open. "What did you have in mind?"

I pulled a hand free. The shadows flowed from the gem, swirling about my arm until they reached the nightstand. Pulling open the drawer, they snatched the dildo, lifting it into the air. His eyes went wide as he connected the dots.

A tendril pulled the lube off the bed, applying it to the tip before coating the toy. Glistening in the light, I waited for his approval. He didn't speak as his hips shifted and his legs spread. The slight thrust made me gasp, fighting to keep my cock from exploding.

He might not take it all, but if he experienced even a fraction of what I did, he'd come like a fire hydrant. It was difficult to divide my attention. Who knew that Won-Ho's throbbing cock would be my kryptonite? I closed my eyes, focusing on the shadow as it moved the toy into position. When Won-Ho spread his legs further through the shadows, I felt the head slip inside.

"Holy shit." He groaned, raising his hips until he buried his cock. I grunted, bracing my hands on his chest.

The shadows held the toy in place. His thrusting turned to thrashing as he withdrew, impaling himself on the toy before slamming his cock into me. I closed my eyes as my cock rubbed along his belly. There was no distracting my body as Won-Ho continued a steady rhythm of using my ass.

"I'm close," I grunted.

Won-Ho's hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he continued thrusting. As he took control, slamming harder, I tensed my muscles, wanting him to come at the same time. The steady stream of grunting peppered with moans was enough to push me over the edge. With a final thought, I had the shadows push the toy further inside.

"Fuck," he shouted.

My body trembled, the orgasm starting in my testicles. I couldn't focus on my cock as my ass tightened around his pulsing cock. The thought of him filling the condom sent a rope of cum across his cheek. Leaning back, I wanted his cock buried in me while I came.

His chest heaved as his grip on my hips tightened. "Don't move," he begged. "Don't move." He repeated it over and over. The way he continued throbbing, it was safe to say he wanted this longer than he'd admit.

Minutes passed as our breathing returned to normal. Now came the sex conundrum. My muscles had tightened to where I didn't want to move, let alone try to dismount a cock that refused to soften. However, every second he remained buried in my ass, it felt as if he continued to grow. When in doubt, supernatural powers solved my problems.

The shadows withdrew the toy with care. At the same time, the shadows moved between our sweaty flesh, lifting me. With a quick jerk, they separated us, and I let out a grunt.

"Damn. I'll feel that tomorrow."

He couldn't help but chuckle. "Good. Think about it in the boardroom."

"Ha! I can sit in a board meeting. You think about it standing in front of the judge."

The shadows set me down beside him. He snaked an arm under my shoulders, rolling me half on top of him. I ignored the puddles of cum across his stomach and chest. He carefully pulled off the condom. Such a waste. Next time, I'd be sure to swallow.

This was different… new… unexpected. I refrained from commenting on the condom and that no man should be able to fill it like that. Damn. He'd need electrolytes.

"I suppose I should hit the shower and clean up."

"Going to have a little wobble to your walk?"

I let the shadows brush his testicles, forcing a yelp. I rolled out of the bed and got to my feet. Tomorrow, I'd hurt, but I didn't have an ounce of regret.

"I should probably head home and shower."

The shadows descended from the ceiling, pinning his arms and legs to the bed. They formed into restraints. "You have two options, counselor. When I'm done, I find you sitting in the same spot, and you assume the role of little spoon."

"Demanding." He tried struggling, but I wouldn't relent. "What's my second option?"

"Same." I walked toward the bathroom. "But first, you join me in the shower."

He tore through the shadows as if they were paper. How strong was he? I felt he had been holding back. He caught up as I crossed the threshold into the bathroom.

I'd give my best argument for him to call out of work tomorrow. If we were having a sleepover, it'd be one neither of us would ever forget.

I smiled at him over my shoulder. "Don't forget the toy."