CHAPTER 389: FLIP OR NOT [M]

Although Damien’s cock went inside more easily this time, since Lane was all stretched and relaxed, their position was... still not the most optimal. Missionary might have been the most standard of all the standard positions, but it wasn’t actually as beginner-friendly as some might think, as the bottom had little control over the speed and the depth of the penetration. Maybe it would have been easier if the top were not so well endowed, or more on the slow and weak side, but Damien was not only big, but also very... energetic.

Probably far more than he himself realized.

And because of that, the penetration was almost unbearable.

Whether that was from the pain, or from the fact that it felt so good that Lane didn’t know how to handle it or what to do with himself, was something that Lane didn’t want to think about. The former was unlikely due to his high pain tolerance, while the latter... As the absolute, definite, indisputable top, the latter was something he found hard to accept.

There was an advantage to their current position, though. With Damien lying on top of him, taking him from the front, it would be rather easy for Lane to switch things up a bit. If he rolled them over, he could switch to the cowboy position. He’d be on top then, and in control of the penetration, riding Damien...

He lifted his legs, and wrapped them around Damien’s waist. He had done it to flip them around, but... He had to spread his thighs wider to do so, which in turn gave Damien better access to his ass.

And, naturally, it resulted in even stronger thrusts.

"Ugh!" Lane groaned, grasping onto the sheets. He was supposed to hold onto Damien’s arms to flip him, but his mind went completely blank from pleasure, and he forgot what he was doing... He could only focus on Damien’s cock moving inside of him, charging at his inner walls, and penetrating deeper and deeper... Or at least that’s how it felt. Lane could feel Damien in his stomach, rearranging all of his insides, and in his throat... Or, no. It was Damien’s mouth on his throat, kissing and sucking his skin...

By the time his mind adjusted to all the sensations enough for Lane’s thoughts to regain some clarity, his legs, wrapped tightly around Damien, were trembling, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar weakness, and so were his arms. He could still probably muster more than enough strength to flip them around if he wanted to (he had no trouble tearing up the mattress, after all)... But all things considered, was it really necessary?

No, it wasn’t. He was Lane Allen! No matter what it was, of course he could take it. And... He was supposed to be the ’present’, no? He had told Damien that it was up to him to do whatever he wanted to do with him tonight. Which meant that the positions were also up to him to decide. It would be unfair for Lane to try to take control of the situation now...

That was all. He most definitely had no other reasons to submit to Damien, alright? It’s not like he liked it or... Well... At least not THAT much...

He let out a soft moan, throwing his head back. Damien’s large hand caressed his lifted thigh, causing his breathing to quicken. He could feel all of Damien’s callouses on his sensitive skin. It was like a sensual massage...

"Ah!" he gasped, as he felt a new sensation amidst Damien’s thrusts. All of a sudden, Damien’s hand slid down, all the way to Lane’s crotch. His fingers wrapped around Lane’s length, his thumb rubbing his tip...

It wasn’t the most comfortable position for Damien to be pleasuring Lane’s cock, as he was still lying on top of Lane, his hot breath tickling the nook of Lane’s neck. But Damien ignored the discomfort in his wrist, and stoked Lane’s length. From his own personal experience, he knew that double stimulation was a whole other feeling...

And sure enough, he was rewarded with a whole concert of moans, gasps and groans (and more mattress tearing, which both of them pretended not to hear), as Lane struggled to contain himself underneath him. Stroking Lane while maintaining the speed of his thrusts was not an easy task, in fact, it was much harder than Lane had made it seem, but the reactions he got from it were more than fulfilling...

"Uh... Wa-wait..." Lane gasped, finally letting go of the massacred mattress, and grasping onto Damien’s shoulders instead, his wet fingers covered with bits of mattress filling. "S-slow down a bit..."

"Slow down?" Damien muttered, planting a few soft kisses on Lane’s collarbone. "Why?"

It was going so well, based on Lane’s reactions so far. Even know, when he was saying ’wait’, his body seemed to be screaming the opposite...

"Uh, I..." Lane started, but he didn’t finish his words.

Because he finished something else.

Warm liquid shot from the tip of his cock, splashing all over his and Damien’s abdomens.

"Uh..." Lane bit his lip, turning his bright red face to the side. His lashes were fluttering, his whole body trembling, as the wave upon wave of orgasm traveled through him, but that didn’t stop him from feeling the embarrassment slowly taking over him.

How could he have possibly climaxed so quickly? It was way too fast! Damien was still clearly far from cumming. And yes, he was being stimulated on two fronts, with both his penis and his prostate being taken care of, but still! Lane always prided himself on being able to last long in bed... And yes, it was perhaps less important when he was the bottom. The most important thing about lasting long as the top was so that he could stay hard long enough to make the bottom cum. Now that it was Damien who was topping him, it wasn’t an issue, since they could still carry on just fine until Damien climaxed... But still...

It just made him feel even more vulnerable. As if being the bottom, and giving up control to someone else didn’t make him vulnerable enough.

And Lane... didn’t know how to handle that. He wasn’t used to being in such a position.

"Uh..." Damien groaned, breathing heavily, his brows deeply furrowed as he tried holding himself back from ramming his cock deeper and harder into Lane. He didn’t know what was going on, so he just paused, like Lane had requested, and lifted himself up on his arms to take a better look at his boyfriend. "Is... everything alright? Should I... stop?"

Stop?

Lane almost flinched at Damien’s words.

No... That was not it. He didn’t know what it was that he wanted, but it was most certainly not that. Being in a vulnerable position was one thing, but he wasn’t the one to back down! And... the night was still so young! He bit his lip hard enough to taste the blood in his mouth, and then narrowed his eyes, giving Damien a meaningful smile.

"No," he said, trying to sound confident, even though his voice was slightly shaking. "I want... you to go hard."

Then, as if to accentuate his words, he lifted his hands, and squeezed Damien’s ass.