Moonstone Cowboy
Rated: M+.
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Extra: Okay, so this whole chapter is just one big sex scene. I'm not sure if it's a good sex scene, but it is a sex scene and thus you need to be warned. There's also lots of use of the F word (mostly because Vince is enjoying himself, so blame him) and I guess a possible trigger in some light bondage and power play. But it's all very consensual.
Anyway, here it is, Moonstone's main sex scene. I hope you don't mind. And just a reminder that in Moonstone Howard's the one with all the experience! (All I've done is think about sex all day, and I mean all day! I feel filthy but I've enjoyed it. Now off to scrub my mind. Thanks peeps. xx)
Moonstone Cowboy
Day 5 Part 5
Vince giggles and pushes himself away from Howard's chest. He turns quickly and runs around the table placing it between them. His eyes are sparkling with mischief.
Howard reaches across to try and seize Vince but misses. He places both palms flat on the surface.
"Come here."
"No way. You're well scary when your horny."
"I'm not chasing you."
"What, the big, bad Sheriff doesn't want to play?"
Vince folds his bottom lip in a mock gesture of dejection. Howard tries not to smile.
"If you give up now Vince I'll go easy on you. You're only making this harder on yourself by trying to get away."
Vince's eyes widen before his whole face becomes a grin. He wiggles his eyebrows.
"You still have to catch me first Sheriff."
Vince feigns to the left making Howard move the same way before darting to the right and running towards the back of the jailhouse. He thinks about diving into the bedroom but opts instead for the empty cell. He yanks the door closed behind him and pulls against it.
"O you little shit!"
Howard charges after Vince, his boots pounding against the wooden floor. He reaches the cell door and grabs at the bars just above where Vince's fists are clutching at it.
"Is this your big escape plan?"
"I didn't have time to think it through."
"I could just lock you in and leave you to pine away."
"What makes you think I'd pine?"
Vince's eyes are sparkling again.
"You know all I have to do is push right?"
Howard gives the door a little rattle to prove his point.
"I'm stronger than I look."
"I know but..."
"I might win Howard."
"You won't win!"
Vince moves his right hand upwards and places it on top of Howard's. He strokes the Sheriff's knuckles with his thumb.
"But I'm quicker than you old man."
Howard does an exaggerated intake of breath before reaching though to grab at Vince's arm. Vince simply swivels away leaving Howard with his arms through the bars and his jacket in his left hand, but nothing else. He grins again.
"See, too slow!"
Howard pulls his arms and the jacket back through.
"Hey don't rumple it!"
The Sheriff cowls his brown eyes beneath his brows. He pins Vince down with his glare, and with a sly smile he shapes the jacket into a fabric ball and tosses it to the side.
"Oi!"
Howard very deliberately, very slowly pushes the cell door open, allowing it to squeak in menace. He stands at the opening, half in and half out of shadow and raises his hand in front of him, palm upwards. Still deliberately, still slowly, he makes a fist, lifts his fore-finger and gestures Vince toward him with it.
"Come here!"
Vince shakes his head and takes a step or two backwards. He can feel the end of the cot-bed behind his calves. His pulse is racing.
Howard takes one step inside the cell and repeats the action.
"I said come here."
Vince edges further away, but makes the last second error of looking down at the floor so as not to trip. Howard is on him like a buzzard.
Vince accidentally squeals making Howard laugh out loud before he slips back into character.
"You've got a smart mouth, but you're not so smart."
"Sheriff I only..."
"Shut-up and stay still."
The younger man shivers in anticipation as Howard brings his hand up to Vince's head. He runs it gently through the dark mane, twisting the ends between his finger-tips before rubbing them firmer against the side of Vince's scalp. Vince closes his eyes and mews quietly.
Howard allows himself a moment to really look at the younger man's face, the face that's literally lying in the palm of his hand. Vince's cheeks are glowing a very soft pink, and his eyelashes are fluttering a little. He moves his hand to the back of Vince's head and restarts the massage, his eyes full of wonder as Vince rewards him with a slight parting of his lips and a delicate whimper. Howard's heart floods with warmth, and does his groin.
Vince opens his eyes and finds Howard staring at him adoringly. As his mouth parts even more Howard envelops it with his own, his lips pulling, his tongue licking and spiraling and willing Vince to reciprocate. But Vince doesn't, Vince pulls away.
Howard is left hanging.
"Oh no. You don't get me that easily Sheriff."
"I told you not to move."
Vince's arse hits the wall.
"Yes well you can't have it all your own way can you?"
His eyes gleam in glee. Howard kinks an eyebrow.
"I won't ask you again Vince."
"Ooh you're so masterly."
"Are you going to come back here or not?"
Vince bites his top lip and cocks his head.
"Not!"
Two steps.
Just two steps with Howard's huge gait.
But then the Sheriff stops. His face and eyes soften and he pulls one of Vince's hands into his own. Vince frowns slightly in confusion.
"Howard?"
"Is this okay Vince?"
Vince shakes his head at him not understanding.
"It's just, you've had a rough few days. If any of this gets too much..."
"I want to have sex with you Howard."
"No, I don't mean that, I mean me, chasing you around here. Is it, you know, bringing back bad memories?"
Vince's heart melts and he wraps his other hand around Howard's huge one.
"It's not. It's rewriting bad ones with good. I love you Howard."
"You'll tell me though right, if I go too far I mean?"
Vince nods.
"Just don't put anything around my neck yeah."
Howard nods glumly back.
"Of course not Little Man."
The Sheriff now looks a little bashful, as if breaking the mood has suddenly affected his confidence. Vince smiles and kisses Howard's fingers.
"Hey, don't worry. I trust you. Now back to it lawman. I was getting well turned on then."
"Were you?"
"Yeah, and don't pretend you weren't too. I'm not blind you know."
Vince runs his hand down the front of Howard's body pausing only briefly before firmly cupping the Sheriff's crotch. Howard sucks air through his teeth.
"So old man, you still gonna punish me or what?"
Howard grinds a couple of times against Vince's palm before growling low and grabbing Vince's shoulder. He spins him around until he's facing the wall. He takes both of Vince's wrists, pulling one arm above the younger man's head whilst keeping a tight grip on the other by his side. He leans in against Vince's back, slightly squashing him, over-powering him, and puts his mouth right up to Vince's ear.
"You're a fucking tease do you know that?"
"I've been called worse."
"Really? Like what?"
Howard flicks his tongue out to lick the edge of Vince's earlobe.
"Slut."
"Well that's not a surprise. What else?"
Howard moves in closer and licks all the way around the rim.
"Tart."
"Well you are a tart. What else?"
He licks back down and takes Vince's lobe gently between his teeth. Vince's breath hitches.
"Chicken."
Howard stops licking in order to snigger.
"Chicken?"
"Yes."
"Who called you chicken?"
"A girl."
"Why?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Oh it does matter."
"It doesn't. I shouldn't have said it."
Howard sniggers again.
"You are so telling me about this later."
"Fuck off and get back to the licking thing yeah."
Howard lets go of Vince's wrist to brush the dark strands away from his slim neck. He feathers his finger-tips across the pale skin before replacing them with his mouth. Vince quivers and murmurs, the vibrations from his throat sending mini pulses of pleasure through Howard's lips.
With his newly freed hand Vince reaches behind him and pulls Howard closer. He can feel Howard's erection pressing into the small of his back and feels his own clambering for space between the material of his trousers and the wall. He wonders briefly if he's going to be able to last very long before orgasming. Once Howard finally gets around to touching him well he might...
..his thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a belt buckle jangling.
Howard is once again up by his ear.
"I love you Vince."
"I love you too Howard."
Both men's voices are breathy and luscious with lust.
"I want to try something, is that okay?"
Vince turns his head as far as he can to meet Howard's gaze.
"Will I like it?"
"I hope so."
"Will you like it?"
Howard grins.
"Most definitely."
Vince squirms beneath Howard's grip and manages to turn himself around so he's facing the Sheriff. Looking down he notices that Howard is holding his belt in his hand. As he looks back up Howard catches his mouth in a kiss. There's no backing away this time.
Vince allows Howard's lips to ravish him. They're everywhere and nowhere at once, on his mouth, on his forehead, on his cheeks, around his ears, and his eyes and his nose. Vince let's his head fall back against the wall and Howard seeks his Adam's apple, the notch in his neck, his pulse point. Vince mutters Howard's name and the Sheriff is spurred on. He makes quick work of Vince's shirt buttons and exposes his torso, all the time sucking and licking and tickling the soft skin with his moustache. He nuzzles at his favourite patch of chest hair before diving upon Vince's left nipple, rolling it lightly between his tongue and teeth. A dark heavy moan rises up from Vince's depths. Howard's clever fingers find their way to Vince's belt.
Vince jams his fingers into Howard's curls as the Sheriff moves to the other nipple.
"Not too fast Howard."
Howard undoes Vince's buckle and pulls the leather through the loops.
"Oh this is going to be anything but fast Little Man."
"What?"
Vince's voice goes an octave higher as Howard raises himself back to full height and thrusts his thigh between Vince's legs.
"I said this isn't going to be fast."
Howard, both belts still in hand, grabs Vince's waist and lifts him easily into his arms. Vince instinctively wraps his legs around him, moaning again as his groin makes contact with Howard's stomach. Howard grins cheekily before carrying Vince from the cell.
Vince assumes he's being carried to the bedroom, but Howard stops before he gets through the bedroom door. Instead he gently places Vince back on his feet and cups the Deputy's chin in his hand.
"Remember what I said Vince. If anything becomes too much."
Vince nods. His eyes are huge and beautifully blue. Howard can't resist placing the lightest of kisses above each one before taking Vince's wrist and again pulling it above his head. Using his belt he fastens it to one of the bedroom cell bars, tight enough to restrict but loose enough not to chafe. The blue eyes grow wider.
"This still okay Vince?"
Howard pauses waiting for permission, Vince's left wrist now in his hand. Vince nods again and leans forward to kiss Howard on the nose.
Howard attaches Vince's other hand to the bars in the same fashion, ignoring a plea from Vince not to crack the leather, and stands back to admire his work.
Vince looks delectable. Howard's not sure if it's right or proper to feel this turned on by seeing your lover tied to bars, shirt hanging open, trousers half undone, cock bulging and chest heaving. He looks wanton and innocent all at once, shameless yet shy, aroused and yet abashed. His eyes!...well how many other words for blue are there? And the colour in his lips alone make Howard's dick twitch.
And then Vince smiles, a sexy yet genuine smile that lights up the room as much as his face. Howard's hunger peaks.
He moves to stand in front of Vince but he doesn't touch him. Vince, now desperate for contact, tries to move forward, but of course to no avail. This is what Howard is counting on, that the belts hold. He's also hoping his own will power can hold just as fast. It's been a long time since he played a game like this, and back then it had been he who was tied-up. He hoped he could get this right and resist his urges, for Vince's sake as much as his own.
"Howard, please."
Howard pulls in a breathe as Vince's appeal shudders through him, but instead he walks away, over to the shelves near the table. He grabs a glass and the bottle of whiskey that Monty has left behind. He pulls himself a large tot and returns to standing in front of Vince.
Vince watches as Howard takes a large swig, watches his slight grimace as the alcohol hits the back of his throat, watches his Adam's apple bob as he swallows, watches him lick the bitter-sweet wetness from his lips. It's such a simple thing and yet somehow so seductive. Vince's licks his own lips in response.
"You thirsty Vince?"
"I'm pretty dry Howard yeah."
Howard takes another small sip before moving closer. He lifts the glass to Vince's lips and tips it slowly, not wanting to choke the younger man. Vince swirls the amber brown liquid around his mouth to lessen the burn before he swallows. He licks his lips again.
Howard eyes him fondly before taking another sip himself. He doesn't swallow it all this time. Instead he moves even closer and covers Vince's mouth with his own. As his tongue seeks entrance into the younger man so a little stream of whiskey follows, sweetening and souring every nerve ending and dribbling onto their chins. Howard doesn't touch Vince at all, he's holding instead the bars either side of him, not one part of them in contact apart from their mouths. And they kiss like that for an age, deep and strong, hot and heavy, slurping whiskey from each other's chins, until the need for air parts them.
Howard steps back again, but not before quickly rubbing the palm of his hand against Vince's bulge. Vince's head lolls against his own shoulder as he struggles to catch his breath.
"Fuck Howard."
Howard takes another sip before putting the glass down and removing his jacket. He leans on the table and removes one boot and sock, then the other. Vince cannot tear his eyes away. Howard strolls forward again, unbuttoning his own shirt as he does so and rolling up the sleeves. He undoes the top button of his trousers but goes no further.
When Howard leans against Vince to kiss him this time the feel of their naked chests against each other is nearly enough to induce climax alone. Both men groan appreciatively and Howard pulls Vince even tighter against him, wrapping both of his large hands into the back of Vince's hair and roughly ruffling it as the kiss intensifies. The bars dig into Vince spine but he doesn't care. The thing Howard is doing to him is worth every bruise.
Howard breaks the kiss and starts moving down Vince's body again, tucking his nose beneath the folds of Vince's open shirt and kissing his sides. Vince squirms as the expert lips find tickly spots and tender spots and downright thrilling spots, and he squirms even harder as Howard returns to a nipple. He takes the other between his fingers and toys with both, harder then softer, harder then softer. Vince kisses the top of Howard's head, the only part of Howard he can sort of reach, and Howard allows it. He likes feeling Vince gasp and sigh into his hair, his breath hot against his scalp, his moans vibrating against his skull. He keeps on until he sees Vince start to circle his hips, trying desperately to cause some friction, any friction against his cock. Howard reaches down and pulls Vince's trousers unceremoniously to his ankles in order to stop Vince even finding the smallest pleasure on his own.
Vince scrunches his eyes shut and bangs his head backwards against the bars as he's freed. He continues to circle his hips but now there's nothing on which to rub.
"Oh fuck. Fuck!"
Howard steps back again and picks up his glass.
Vince stops the rotation but his stomach muscles are still rippling. He tries to kick his trousers away, but as his boots are on this doesn't work. He looks down at himself, exposed and at full mast, his nipples hard and glistening with saliva, before slamming his eyes shut again and whimpering.
"Howard please."
Howard just continues to sip at his drink, rubbing himself slowly through his own trousers as he takes in the sight before him.
Vince eventually looks up into his eyes, his fringe slightly damp now as his body heat rises. In fact Howard notices a sheen covering all of him, a sheen that just adds to his youthful glow. Howard can feel sweat prickling at his own hairline and skin too. He's not sure that it looks quite so fetching on him though.
The Sheriff makes a stop at a low cupboard before coming forward again, refilled glass in hand. He gives Vince a chaste kiss upon his cheek before crouching in front of him and putting the glass on the floor.
A slight pause before he gives Vince's cock one long lick from base to tip. Vince nearly crashes his body backwards through the bars.
Howard holds his hips still and kisses Vince's stomach.
"Christ Howard, you wanna warn me before doing something like that?"
Howard looks up at him and shakes his head.
"What so you're not speaking to me now is that it?"
Howard nods this time and starts to kiss along Vince's hipbones and outer thighs.
"And this is my punishment is it? The teaser becomes the teased."
Howard kisses around the backs of Vince's legs at the same time lifting Vince's foot so he can remove a boot and a trouser leg. He frees the other in a similar manner but then has a change of heart and puts the boots back on. He smiles up at Vince impishly.
"Oh yes, very nice Howard. Whatever turns you on."
Howard goes back to kissing Vince's legs who widens them in return. He comes inside, kissing and sucking Vince's inner thighs, all the time threatening to relick his penis but then moving away. Vince grunts in frustration every time and tries to move his hips, but Howard has them pinned tight. His knees weaken as Howard comes the closest yet, licking right inside the crease of his legs and groin, the soft rasping sound of moustache meeting pubic hair the only noise to accompany Vince's throaty gasps. Vince bucks against Howard's hands, waiting to feel Howard's mouth engulf him, but Howard moves away once more to push each of Vince's feet sightly backwards and to wrap a length of cord around each and a rail. He pulls tight and the left boot slams 'clonk' against the metal. The right gives some resistance, but soon Vince is secure, spread eagled and keen, his groaning now intensifying. Howard stays on his knees between Vince's legs and picks up his drink.
Vince glares down at him, desperate desire dripping from every pore.
"You bastard!"
Howard shrugs and takes a drink.
"Aw, you wait 'til I'm free. I swear Howard Moon."
Howard takes another sip and then suddenly his mouth is around Vince's cock, the whiskey slightly cooling his tongue and giving Vince the biggest jolt of pleasure so far. Howard's ready for him this time though and holding his hips still he takes all of Vince at once. Vince yelps, and pulls at his wrist bindings before managing to calm himself a little and relax back against the bars. There's nothing relaxed about his pulse rate though and Howard can feel it pounding through him like a train. Howard smiles around him and hardens his tongue, running it firmly from root to tip.
"Oh my god yes!"
Howard repeats before laying one arm across Vince's midriff and taking hold of the base in the fist of his right. He doesn't move, he just holds it firm, waiting for Vince's shivers to subside a little. He looks up. Vince's head has fallen against his chest, his hair hanging around it a little wetter than before, his mouth open as he takes shallow breaths, his cobalt eyes still dazzling although a little less focused. Without looking away Howard puts his tongue out and gently licks the opening at the tip. Vince shudders. He does it again, a little harder, and circles his tongue once, twice around the head. Vince's clamps his teeth into his bottom lip and pants harder. Howard starts to move his fist, still circling the tip with his tongue, slowly at first but then faster and firmer. His fist plays out a steady rhythm, double the speed of Vince's breaths. His tongue caresses and careers the whole of the tip. Vince can no longer keep his eyes open. He throws his head back again as Howard takes him fully once more, his hand still pumping at the base. He lets go of Vince's hip and massages his testicles and below his cock. He finds every spot, every stretch of skin, every nerve, and he plays them like an musical instrument, a long note here, an half note there. Above him Vince bawls and bucks and begs Howard not to stop.
Howard allows Vince to thrust a little against his tongue, taking pleasure in the fact that Vince is giving himself so completely to him, feeling empowered by it and flattered by it. Above him Vince's sounds change again. They increase in pitch and ferocity, and Vince his saying his name like mantra,
"Howard, oh my god Howard, Howard, Howard, fuck don't stop, please Howard, yes, don't stop, goddammit it Howard, I'm gonna, please I'm gonna..."
Howard pulls back as abruptly as he started and Vince yells out,
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, oh fuck no, fuck no, don't stop you bastard, you fucking bastard, no."
Vince shakes and thrusts his groin forward trying to find contact with something, anything that will give him release and stop the ache. Howard giggles and stands, taking another sip of whiskey as he does so. He brushes the hair away from Vince's eyes and cups his face between his hands. He places a soft kiss on his lips and runs his tongue along the bottom one, coating it with liquor before forcing his tongue through and sucking the remaining breath from Vince's lungs. He kisses until he feels Vince melt entirely against him, and then he stops to stroke Vince's face some more.
Vince stares at him for a few long seconds as his breathing evens out and his chest calms. Eventually he smiles at Howard.
"You are good, but you're still a bastard though."
Howard grins back. He gives Vince another sip from his glass before putting it down and undoing his own trouser buttons. He steps out of them as they pool at his feet, and can't help but sigh as his own erection is finally freed.
"What now? You gonna rub yourself in front of me. Make yourself orgasm why I watch?"
Howard shakes his head and moves in close again. They both moan as their bodies touch, Howard's height advantage lessened slightly by the heel of Vince's boots. Still Howard wants him taller. He looks around him and spots one of Monty's small wooden boxes just inside the cell. Well Monty wouldn't mind would he? Why he'd probably encourage it!
Howard quickly unties Vince's ankles and places the box in front of him, helping the Deputy onto it. When he again straightens up the height is perfect. Lips lock against lips, chest against chest, stomach against stomach and of course cock against cock. Both men groan as the heat from the their bodies sets their blood streams ablaze. They kiss hungrily this time, messily and uncoordinated as their groins grind against each other. Howard, one hand back in Vince's hair, wraps his other arm tight behind Vince's back and pulls them even closer together. The sound that comes out of the Deputy is near divine and Howard can't help but thrust against Vince as he hears it. Vince thrusts back, eager and ready.
Howard breaks apart enough so that he can get his hand in between. He lines each cock up against the other and wraps his huge palm around them. Vince lays his head upon Howard's shoulder and watches as the Sheriff's hand moves up and down, up and down along their shafts. The movement joins them together like never before, each one of them trembling and jerking against the other as Howard's fingers massage and manipulate. Vince places a soft kiss against the side of Howard's neck and whispers "that feels great" into his ear. Howard turns his mouth once more to Vince's for a kiss before they rest their foreheads on each other's shoulders, watching Howard's hand move, faster and faster, and just a little tighter.
Vince feels the pressure in his body rise. The ache in his groin grows again, but with more force this time having been denied already. His limbs feel tight, every muscle literally yelling at him. Howard feels Vince tense, feels his legs straighten and his jaw harden against his shoulder. He hears his moans pitch up again and turns his lips towards him, kissing the side of his head and allowing Vince to have his build-up. Vince's heart is pumping furiously and Howard sucks at his pulse point, increasing the rate even more so. Vince tenses some more, takes a stuttery breathe inward and then..
..Howard backs away.
"AHHHH! No, no, no. You can't do that. You fucking can't do that. Fuck Howard. Jeezus fuck! No."
Vince near sobs into his own chest as his body struggles to cope with what's just happened again. His cock twitches, still rock hard and red with wanting. He kicks the box away and finds the real floor, his leg muscles still taut and exhausted. Eventually he lifts his chin, his hair a tangled sweaty mess around his face, his eyes unfocused and lips full and velvety.
Howard is having a hard time to control his breathing too as he looks upon his lover. He's continuing to stroke himself, sending pinpricks of bliss through himself as he takes in the full picture of what he's reduced Vince too. He knows right now Vince hates him more than anyone in the world, but it'll be a short lived thing. In a minute or two Vince will be thanking him.
"Please I can't take any more."
Concern suddenly changes Howard's expression. He stops touching himself and rushes forward, lifting Vince's face and brushing away the hair.
"Vince, are you alright? I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"
Vince closes his eyes and rests his forehead against the Sheriff's shoulder blade.
"No I mean I can't take waiting any more Howard. I need to come. Please Howard, let me come."
"Oh."
Howard rubs the back of Vince's neck.
"What say we move this to the bed then Little Man. Next time I promise I'll let you come."
"Please Howard yes."
"And you're not gonna run away again are you?"
Vince laughs.
"Howard, I can barely stand."
Howard laughs too and unbuckles each wrist, catching Vince as he slumps against him. He rubs each arm to encourage Vince's circulation before gathering the younger man up into his arms and walking through to the bedroom.
"I think you've got a thing about carrying me Howard."
"Well at least your conscious enough to remember it this time."
"Cruel!"
"True!"
Howard lies Vince carefully down before kneeling on the bed at his feet to remove the young cowboy's boots.
"Finally! If my toes curled any more inside of them I don't think I'd have ever been able to ever take them off again."
Howard gives Vince's feet a quick rub too before running his hands up Vince's legs and stopping near his thighs. Vince watches him curiously.
"Howard?"
"I'm just thinking Vince, there is something else we can try."
Vince's cock twitches and makes them both laugh again.
"Well he seems to like the idea. What you got in mind?"
"It might be a bit weird for you."
"A lot of weird stuff's happened to me this week Howard."
"Yeah, but I'm not sure how you'll feel about this."
"Try me."
Howard takes a breathe before continuing.
"Do you know much about a man's pleasure zone Vince?"
"Pleasure zone. What sexual pleasure zone?"
"Yeah."
"Well didn't I nearly hit it twice out there."
"No Vince, I don't mean an orgasm. I mean a pleasure spot. A place on your body."
"Well I've heard talk, but isn't it meant to be, you know...isn't it..up your jacksie?"
"Yes."
"Is that true?"
"Yes."
"Do you know for sure?"
Howard pauses again before replying.
"Yes."
"Oh."
Both men are quiet for a second before Vince speaks.
"Do you know how to do whatever it is you have to do?
"Yeah, I was taught."
"And does it hurt?"
"Not really."
Another pause before Vince speaks,
"I'm not sure I want your cock up inside me Howard. And I'm not sure I want mine up inside yours."
"Oh god no! I wasn't thinking that. No, no, that takes some time to prepare Vince, and a bit of skill. I was just thinking, perhaps, that you might like to experience it though, say if I just used my finger."
Vince nods as he processes Howard's suggestion.
"And it will feel good yeah?"
"It feels fucking amazing Vince, especially if I do this at the same time."
Howard reaches forward and takes Vince's penis in his hand again. He starts to move up and down ever so slowly.
Vince smiles at him and rests his head back against the pillow.
"Can I do you too?"
"What, with your finger?"
"Yeah."
"Do you really want to?"
"Well I want you to have the best too Howard."
Howard gives Vince a kiss on the knee.
"Well yes, that's nice and all, but you don't have to worry about me Little Man."
Vince wriggles and relaxes as Howard's grip tightens around his length.
"I'm not worried Howard, I just want to give you pleasure. Would we be able to do it, you know, together?"
"Maybe, but not really. Honestly Vince I'll be happy enough watching you. Let me do this for you yeah."
"Okay then."
"You sure?"
"Yes. I should try and experience as much as possible before I die shouldn't I?"
"Don't say that Vince."
"Come on Howard, I was only joking. Mmm, that feels good. C'mon, let's do the thing with your finger before I change my mind."
Howard slides his body to the side of Vince, still stroking him languorously.
"Okay then. It's all about relaxing really. Lift your leg up like this."
"This?"
"Yeah, well hitch it over my shoulder actually, that might be easier."
"Okay."
Both men look at each other before breaking out in laughter.
"Oh for goodness sake Howard, what do we look like?"
"It'll be worth it Vince I promise you."
"It better bloody be. You've teased me quite enough today don't you think?"
"Right, keep your leg there. Good, now see I can still stroke you too.
"Fuck that feels so good when you do that."
"Well you'll like this then."
Howard continues to rub back and forth but he starts putting little twists in, extra pressure here, less force there. He uses his thumb almost independently, running it at every turn across his tip.
It's not long before Vince is panting heavily again.
"Okay, I'm going to move back a bit now Vince to give me room. You still okay?"
"I dunno, yeah I guess. I feel like I'm unravelling."
"That's good, you just need to relax as much as you can. It will feel really odd at first."
Vince watches as Howard moves between his legs. With one hand he's still pumping Vince's cock, but now his other is in his own mouth. Well at least his forefinger is. He licks it thoroughly allowing saliva to dribble thickly onto. He also gathers on it some of the liquid that's leaking from the end of Vince's penis. Leaning forward he suddenly spits, and Vince feels the warm splat of it against his rectum. The Deputy decides that maybe he doesn't want to actually watch anymore.
He tips his head back, concentrating instead on trying to relax. He focuses on Howard's hand, the now familiar pull and tug on his cock taking him ever closer to release.
Howard's finger-tip starts to trace tiny circles around his opening and he can't help but tense. Howard kisses his inside thigh.
"It's okay Little Man. Just relax. Just focus on my mouth and your cock, and imagine that in a second my mouth's going to be around your cock, around you beautiful throbbing cock, licking and tasting and warm and firm."
Vince finds Howard's head and runs his fingers through the mess of curls, every tiny kiss and suck on his thigh sending bursts of fire through him. Howard keeps circling his hole with his finger, stopping every so often to add more spit, or more of Vince's 'stuff'. He feels as Howard's finger pad starts to push ever so gently, feels as his body reacts on his own accord to say 'no', but then suddenly 'yes'. He feels Howard stop inside waiting for him to relax some more, for his body to stop spasming, for his breathing to calm a little, and then wham!
Vince bucks upwards and Howard has to push his body firmly back down to the mattress, as much to stop himself loosing a digit as anything. Howard brushes the spot again and Vince's chest leaves the bed. His eyes fly open and his fingers twist tighter into Howard's hair.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
"Your language has become quite appalling Deputy."
Vince cries out as Howard moves his finger again.
"A lawman can't be seen to be swearing all the time. It's not good for our reputation."
"FUCK!"
The Sheriff laughs and keeps his promise, engulfing Vince's now inflamed member with his mouth and sucking hard.
Howard knows that he can keep Vince like this for as long as he wants, edging him and teasing him, making him think he's close before stilling his finger and seeing Vince hit the floor over and over. He considers it, carrying this on for the rest of the day and all night, keeping Vince in a constant state of euphoria until they are both spent of energy. He wants to learn Vince's language, every one of Vince's moans and sighs, every tell. He could happily watch the man buck like that time and time and time again. He could, nothing was really stopping him.
Except for maybe guilt. Guilt and trepidation.
He was leaving town tomorrow. Saying goodbye to Moonstone for the first and last time. Hell if it wasn't on a train then it was probably going to be in a coffin. The thought makes him shiver, but not as much as the thought of seeing Vince inside one.
Howard removes his lips and looks up at the writhing form of Vince beneath him. It is time for him to allow Vince his acquittal. As much as he wants to stay like this forever they had other preparations to make.
Howard moves Vince's leg from his shoulder and shuffles himself further up the bed. Vince opens his eyes and sits himself up slightly to meet him, enjoying how the sensation of Howard's finger inside him changes when he does so. Howard rubs the spot a little more forcefully and Vince barely manages to stay upright. He flings his arm around Howard's shoulder to steady himself, turning further into him as he does so, and grabbing Howard's penis in his own free hand. It's Howard's turn to buck.
They lock mouths again. Hard, wet, desperate kisses, moaning constantly into each other, sweat coating them and hair everywhere. Vince moves closer still. He's almost sitting on Howard's finger now. Howard taps and rubs the spot again and again, and Vince moves his hips with him, thrusting his cock against Howard's thigh as he gallops along with these sensations, sensations the likes of which he's never experienced before.
Howard ends up exploding first, the site of Vince in a total state of ecstasy enough to bring him to climax alone. He plants tiny kisses across Vince's face urging the man to follow him.
"That's it Vince. C'mon Little Man, my beautiful Little Man, You're so close, so, so close!"
Vince buries his face into the side of Howard's neck, his words reduced to just 'fuck' and 'Howard' between his desperate violent gasps.
Howard put his lips right up against Vince ear and whispers..
"I love you."
..and that's enough.
Vince hits his orgasm with the force of a buffalo stampede. He clings to Howard, sweat pouring off him, body all at once sharp and tingly yet numb. Howard pulls out and wraps his arms tight around the love of his life, absorbing every convulsion, every contraction that wracks Vince's body, committing every second of it to memory.
Vince and Howard come down slowly, holding each other tight, and breathing each other more than the air around them. Howard stretches out on his bed pulling Vince down with him. Every part of himself feels brand new. Vince curls fully into him, draping his leg across Howard's legs, his arm across Howard's torso, his face still buried into Howard's neck.
They lie in complete silence for minutes, each listening to the others breaths and their own heart beats hammering inside.
Eventually Vince sighs and plants a tiny kiss on Howard's jaw.
"That was fucking incredible!"
Howard chuckles.
"Yes it was."
"I can't believe you know how to do that. I mean all of it. The bit earlier and that bit then. All of it."
"I'm glad I've got you to practice on."
Vince kisses him again and nestles further into Howard's neck, suddenly overcome with tiredness.
"I might have a little sleep Howard."
"You go right ahead Vince. I'm not going anywhere."
"You'll stay with me?"
"Don't worry I'll stay with you until the end Vince. Until the very end...
...whenever that might be!"
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