CHAPTER 390: TWICE IN ONE ROUND [M]

Damien stared at this unfamiliar view for a while longer. Lane was acting confident, almost cocky, once again, but there was still a certain bashfulness to it that he was unable to hide.

When would Damien get to see this side of Lane again? He wanted to burn this image into his brain while he had a chance.

But eventually, he had to carry on. He was still inside Lane, still hard, and he still had a while to go before climaxing. Holding back was very difficult and uncomfortable at this point. Not to mention, Lane was telling him to continue... Even if he was just acting cocky to cover up his shyness, Damien wanted to deliver. It was his time to show what he’s got, and he had to give it his all, and do it with confidence.

Confidence was sexy, after all, or so they said. And perhaps they were right. Damien also liked Lane’s confidence (even though it sometimes bordered on arrogance...). It was something he usually personally lacked, but...

His hand slid down, taking a hold of Lane’s waist, and he lowered himself down again, his lips caressing Lane’s skin, and nibbling on his collarbone. He started moving his hips again, exploring Lane’s insides with his every thrust. His speed was a bit slower than a moment ago, before Lane climaxed, but there was decisiveness in his moves, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. As if every thrust, every angle, were exactly as they were meant to be, without even a tiniest error.

Was it really that way? Honestly, Damien wasn’t sure. He was just acting intuitively, doing what felt right for him, while also trying to rely on his experience as the bottom under Lane to envision how Lane might be feeling. It wouldn’t necessarily translate all that well, since everyone was different, even without any experience with anyone else Damien knew that much, but...

Judging by the soft moans Lane was making, it seemed to be working fine. Although he had just orgasmed a few minutes ago, he was still reacting a bit when his prostate was being stimulated. The response wasn’t nearly as enthusiastic as earlier, since Lane was still in his refractory period - the mattress was temporarily spared from any further tearing - but he seemed to at least be enjoying himself.

...Enjoying himself a lot, as it soon turned out. Damien had barely started picking up the pace once more, when he felt something poking his stomach.

Lane was already hard again. He might not have lasted long with double stimulation, but his recovery speed more than made up for whatever ’embarrassment’ (at least in his own opinion. Damien found nothing embarrassing in Lane climaxing so quickly, quite the opposite, he was happy that he had been able to achieve it) he had displayed earlier. It was simply out of this world.

"Ugh..." Damien groaned, his fingers tightening on Lane’s waist, as he rested his forehead in the nook of Lane’s neck. He was in trouble. Lane’s cock was coming back to life, energetically rising up, tall and proud, while Damien... Damien was nearing his climax. He could feel it all too well. A few more thrusts, and he might cum...

But he didn’t want to leave Lane high and dry. Of course, he could rub him off after orgasming himself, or give him another blowjob, but... Lane never left Damien unfinished when he was topping him, so Damien wanted to do the same. And yes, he had already made Lane cum a moment ago... But why not give him two orgasms in one round? Lane had done it to him before...

Perhaps it was too ambitious for his debut as the top, but Damien wanted to at least give it a shot. He bit his lip, trying to hold himself back a bit, and slowed down once again, grabbing Lane’s cock to rub him off. From his earlier experience, it seemed that double stimulation was the best way to deal with Lane.

"Ah!" Sure enough, it worked wonders. As Damien’s fingers caressed Lane’s length in harmony with his thrusts, a loud cry escaped the man’s throat, his back curving, and his toes curling up. He grasped onto the mattress, but it was already tattered to the point that it provided no resistance, Lane’s fingers digging into its filling like into butter, the soft fibers scattering around... Unable to endure it any longer, Lane held onto the only firm thing around.

Which was Damien. Or, to be precise, Damien’s wide, muscular back.

"Ugh..." Damien couldn’t help but groan, as he felt Lane’s hands on him. Just as he had previously done with mattress, Lane was now digging his fingers into Damien’s flesh. His nails were short, but his strength...

It left Damien’s skin feeling raw. Honestly, Damien wouldn’t be surprised if Lane ended up drawing his blood.

He didn’t mind, though. In fact, he preferred it over Lane tormenting the mattress. There was just something deeply satisfying in Lane clinging to him so desperately...

He let out a shaky breath, his lips caressing Lane’s damp skin. They were both drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, as the speed of both Damien’s thrusts and his strokes intensified...

Until Damien couldn’t hold any longer. No matter how much he tried to suppress it, there was a limit to how much he could control his physiological reactions. His cock couldn’t resist the pleasure coming from Lane’s inner walls pressing against it. His abdomen trembled, the thick veins on his cock pulsated, and a string of milky liquid shot from his tip...

"Haaaah..." Damien exhaled, his eyes rolling back, as his whole body spasmed, the orgasm taking over his mind. He blanked out for a moment, and only when the sensations started dissipating, did he remember that while he might have cum, he was still not done.

Since he had already ejaculated, he was running out of time. Soon, he would start growing soft, and then he would have to rely solely on his hand or mouth to satisfy Lane. Lane probably would not mind, but...

Damien furrowed his brows, focusing his energy, and started moving again within Lane, trying to maintain the same vigor as he had before. It was difficult to do, as after climaxing, his body was limp... But he pushed through, determined to get Lane to the peak. Luckily, Lane’s fingers scratching his back helped him stay sharp...

"Mngh... Ah!"

Just as his thrusts started losing power, Lane threw his head back with a loud gasp. Thick sperm spilled over their abdomens once more, not as generously as before, but that was only natural, since Lane had just cum not long ago, and it was his fourth time that night. As long as he was enjoying himself...

Damien waited until his boyfriend’s body dropped limply onto the mattress with a satisfied sigh, before withdrawing from his hole, and rolling over to lie next to him.

It had gone well, he’d dare to say. Naturally, he was in seventh heaven, and his own satisfaction was indisputable, but Lane also seemed to be pleased. And that was already more than he had been hoping for when they had started.

He had been able to top Lane twice. And make him cum three times from the anal penetration (at least partially). A few hours ago, he wouldn’t even have thought that it might ever happen, and now...

He sighed, closing his eyes, as he tried to calm down his breathing, still uneven after sex. They needed to clean up soon, but first, he wanted to catch a breath...

Before he was able to fully regulate his breathing, though, he felt the movement next to him, as Lane rolled over to the side.

And then, he felt a finger softly gliding up and down his thigh, drawing circles, and eights, and many other curving shapes, teasing his sensitive skin and causing his breathing to quicken up again...

"Uh... Lane?" he muttered, glancing at his boyfriend without moving an inch.

"Yeah?" Lane tilted his head, smiling at him.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think I’m doing?" Lane answered the question with another question.

And Damien let out just a shaky breath in response, nothing more. Lane’s actions were pretty self-explanatory. Damien’s cock already started twitching, slowly getting ready to rise up once again, awakened by the gentle, sensual caress.

Lane could tell it as well. And since Damien was not saying or doing anything to stop him, it seemed that they were in agreement. But, just to be sure, he picked up one of the condom packets scattered around, and waved it with a smile.

"Another round?"