Extend the Story - Add a Room

You said so before, you like fun. You follow Leo into the depths of the ship down passed the mess hall and into the kitchens. The coals of the ovens have long grown cold, the kitchen crew has long turned in for the night. No one should bother the two of you down here. The lanterns have all been extinguished, making it hard to see. Leo doesn't seem to have the same problem, when you're far enough in he takes you hips and presses them against your own. He's just a tad bit shorter than you are, but seems to have no issues meeting you in the middle.

You grab his ass and and greedily push forward more. He stumbles slightly, but soon finds something to lean against to support him. You find his neck in the darkness, kissing and making your way up hoping to find his lips. His hand finds yours first. "Oh, we're not quite there yet, besides" He leans into you, "This area is much more pressing, wouldn't you say?" He rolls his hips to get his point across even further.

With drunken hands you fumble with your trousers before his nimble finger find you and help out. It doesn't take much coaxing for your cock to spring forth. You feel Leo's hands take hold of you and press you against something equally warm and hard. You slouch over him, feeling the pleasure of both your penises as he jerks them together. You try to rock your hips hoping to increase the speed and friction but he holds steadfast and continues his steady pace. He continues like that for what your intoxicated brain feels like ages, only picking up the paces and you breathe urgent pleads into his ear. You're consumed by your own need for release, and in your addled state you barely give a thought for your partner, but he's taken control. You're at his mercy and your pleasure depends on his whims. At one point, he stops all together just to "hear your husky breaths" as he puts it. You redouble your begging until he continues. But every time you're just on the verge of coming, he stops and strokes your chest and asks you: "What do you want?"

And you beg. You beg with every fiber of your being for him to keep going. For him to make you feel good. For more fun. And at some point, you've said the right words. Answered his question, because now he's stroking you with a forces you've never felt before. And you realize just how much he'd been toying with you before. Your climax in hard earned and you slump even further onto your partner, a dead weight caused by your little death.

It takes a few breaths for you to realize that Leo still hasn't finished. You still can't see his face, but he hasn't moved since you burst. Maybe he's waiting for you to finish him off. What will you do?

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