Finally Mokuba gasped, still trembling at the sensation.
He hadn't done anything like this before. Not even coming close.

He'd had the odd quick shag in a public restroom; he'd had dirty, sweaty, hour-long sex in love hotels;
But having his current sex-partner licking his asshole and penetrating him with his tongue was something completely different.
And it felt...
Well, to be honest, Mokuba had to admit that it felt more than great, it was a mind-blowing sensation. The touch of his dripping tongue was so soft and hot and wet and much more sensual than just having Rafael cramming his dick in.

Small beads of sweat formed on Mokuba's twitching skin, he felt the sweat running down his thighs wherever they came in touch with Rafael's fingers. His buttcheeks vibrated, clenching agitatedly whenever Rafael drove his tongue into Mokuba's tight hole.
The feeling was new to Mokuba and it had shook him to the core; he felt warm and light as a feather, the fluffy-pink thoughts of easiness clouding his mind as his body, his shell lay on the bed and received the most pleasant oral treatment while his soul had the chance to catch a glimpse of what a real, pure and unearthly climax felt like.

With the tension draining from his muscles Mokuba sagged deeper into the sheets, his hands gripping the soft linen as though his fall hadn't stopped now. But it had stopped; he'd seen heaven and beyond, his mind had drifted through space and he'd felt good, oh so Goddamn good and satisfied.

He coughed lightly before breathing in deeply, tilting his head backwards to feel the fresh and considerably cool air on his face again.
His fingers were clammy and numb.

Rafael's soft tongue circled around Mokuba's anus, drawing closer and closer before dipping delightfully into his hot and vulnerable cavity. Mokuba howled sweetly, his lips aquiver. His hips pumped and ground against the mattress as his cock hardened in anticipation.
He felt Rafael's hot breath barely on his sweaty skin as Rafael lifted his head.

"No, don't stop!" Mokuba yelped and gripped the blanket desperately while half turning to face Rafael, "Please, don't stop!"
"You're already close and dripping all over the sheets," Rafael replied, his voice dark and soft like honeydew honey.
"Don't stop now," Mokuba wheezed. His right hand lashed out and gripped Rafael's fingers painfully tightly, "You can't stop now..."
"You can't always come first," Rafael remarked bluntly while grabbing his own member and massaging some life into the tender organ writhing nervously in his fingers.

Under different circumstances Mokuba would have enjoyed the show, it was something Rafael always did; pleasing himself manually, letting his youthful friend watch him masturbating shamelessly in front of him.
Teaching him how to do it properly.
Watch and learn.
Mokuba grabbed the sheets with his fists.
No, not now!

"I won't," Mokuba begged and promised childishly, "I'll wait for you, I'll hold back but please don't stop now."
Rafael treated Mokuba to a scrutinizing stare. He enjoyed seeing him like this, so needy and desperate, dependent on his attention and addicted to his special care. Oh, how cute and reproachful the little boy, yes he was a boy, a spoilt and lewd little boy, positioned himself before him, staring at his experienced friend's throbbing member longingly.
Nevertheless...

"Fine..." Rafael sighed. A trifle quieter he added: "We both know that it's not gonna happen anyway..."

Mokuba shivered and gasped as Rafael's practised tongue rasped over his delicate skin, he felt his warm spit slowly dribbling into his body as he tried to ease the way for the tongue's next intrusion. His body was hot and twitchy and yet he'd never felt so at ease before, totally enraptured and still getting hornier.
And Rafael pleased him so self-sacrificingly, every touch, every lick and nip had its sole purpose in gratifying his teenage lust.

Mokuba almost choked while coughing; Rafael had rammed his tongue into his saliva-moistened anus again and stretched him playfully.
Mokuba looked over his shoulder and watched in silence the shock of blond hair moving rhythmically between his buttcheeks and a pair of hands grabbing his soft buttocks and giving it a firm squeeze.
He bit his lower lip.
He had to ask.

"What does it...taste like...?" Mokuba quavered. Rafael barely lifted his gaze before working his way over Mokuba's pulsating tender spots again.
"I mean...down there... I..."
"It tastes very much like you," Rafael replied to cut a long story short. He gasped and breathed on the sweaty flesh lightly. "Intensely and very much like you... and salty."
Mokuba sighed and let his head sink back into the linen heavily.
He'd never wanted to cum so badly...

"You're doing a good job so far," Rafael wheezed, indicating Mokuba's self-effacement. Mokuba really did last longer than he would have given him credit for.
"So do you," Mokuba replied and couldn't bite back a chuckle.

Rafael spat and levigated the 'natural lube' with his lips. Still pumping his throbbing cock with his hands excitedly he was becoming more and more agitated. He was denied his pleasure, he was trying to give his friend's ass the best attendance he'd ever had and therefore had to wait, wait his turn.
Again there was a gasp. And a chuckle
"You think that's funny?" he growled under his breath.
Mokuba couldn't help it and started giggling uncontrollably. It was either the nervousness which always washed over Mokuba right before his climax or the realization that he was so horny that he was technically brain-dead right now.
Either way, Rafael felt, it was more than justified to blow a fuse.

He got up quickly, pinning Mokuba down onto the bed with one foot to give his neglected hard-on the space and attention it's been denied. Then his free hand darted at the bedside table and retrieved his keys.
Only now Mokuba noticed the strangely shaped keychain dangling from it.

"Do you know what it is?" Rafael panted, his proud erection thrusting rhythmically into his hands.
Mokuba bit his lower lip and shook his head. The pressure put on his own stiff member made it impossible for him to speak.
"Do you want to know?" Rafael asked. Which was, of course, a rhetorical question.

Mokuba yelped at the sudden anal intromission and crept deeper into the sheets as Rafael fingered his slick ass and pushed the vibrating intruder further into his gaping hole.
It was pulled out immediately, followed by a dissatisfied grunt from Mokuba, before violently going all the way in again.

Mokuba felt his insides vibrating around the soft und writhing thing, he felt his blood pulsing and his stuffed cavity clenching as the first drops of his cum sprayed the sheets.
He held his breath while vigorously humping the mattress before he finally climaxed almost soundlessly.

Then, the lewd hotness still running through his veins he bucked up and rubbed his leaking ass against Rafael's thighs, pushing back further until he felt the determined pressure of his hard cock.

Rafael crammed it in with just a grunt to indicate the following penetration, ploughing Mokuba hard and fast until he finally ejaculated into him, retrieving his veiny cock while his hot cum was still gushing out and cascading over his sweat-covered buttocks..

There was silence before both of them dared to sigh, satisfied and relieved.
The flood had receded. (Even from Mokuba's still gaping hole...)

Mokuba panted.
His muscles felt limp and overstrained. In the aftershock of the orgasm his limbs were still numb.
Rafael flipped Mokuba onto his back to lie down beside him.
Mokuba tried glowering at him but it failed to have the desired effect. He sat up, cursing, and pushed the thick strands of dark hair out of his face.
"Well, I could have guessed what it was..." Mokuba mumbled eventually after treating Rafael's special key chain to a scrutinizing glare. "A pocket vibrator on a key chain disguised as an oversized strawberry. Who comes up with these ideas?"
"Someone in dire need of something special to surprise his little lover with," Rafael whispered sweetly.
"Anyway, everything's so sexualized these days," Mokuba said as Rafael cradled him in his arms, "A strawberry's a strawberry and a sex toy a sex toy."
"A real strawberry wouldn't make a good sex toy, you'd squash it in a minute," Rafael added nonchalantly, "Though your ass with that cute plaything and my juices in it really gives 'strawberries and cream' an excitingly different meaning..."
Having said that Rafael bent down to rest his head on Mokuba's shoulder before nibbling on his ear.

"Ready for round number two?" he proposed while digging his hands into Mokuba's tender flesh between his thighs.
"You randy bastard, you're insatiable," Mokuba groaned but chuckled nonetheless, "And now lay off. I've had enough for today."
"Well, I haven't," Rafael replied bluntly, "And if you don't want me to rape you in ten minutes or so you better put on some clothes or else you can't deny that you've seduced me. Lying with that perfect little ass on my bed, begging for more..."
His voice had dropped to a softer tone and Mokuba, despite himself, chuckled.
Rafael couldn't scare him, not any more. Though Mokuba knew that Rafael liked to baffle him, to make him feel uncomfortable and uneasy about himself, he was no longer able to achieve what he wanted.
Mokuba had grown accustomed to it. And having him talk like this was kind of intimate, too.
It was their code.

"I'm having a quick shower before giving it, that is to say your cute little backside should I find it bare and invitingly uncovered, another try," Rafael said while rising from the warm bed and heading for the door.
"Your use of herbal Viagra is going to kill you one day," Mokuba chuckled.
"I don't need sexual enhancement products, it's just my natural sex drive," Rafael explained coldly.
"Nothing about your sex drive is natural," Mokuba replied and sighed with exhaustion.
Rafael smiled proudly, unable to hide his satisfaction. He really was pushing Mokuba's limits.
And Mokuba let himself get pushed by him, one way or another.
Anyway, as if the little sex-starved devil wasn't gagging for it...

The door slammed and Mokuba was left to his blank mind and shaking extremities.
He felt drained and weak and so bloody tired.
He'd have to thank Rafael for taking him with him right away which granted him, after all those weeks of late-night trysts and quickies at ungodly hours, finally a good night's sleep.

And he was already half asleep and would have dozed off any minute if it hadn't been for Rafael's damn phone ringing right beside his head at the small bedside table.
Oh, the worst melody anyone should wake up to...

...It's not fair and I think you're really mean
I think you're really mean
I think you're really mean
Oh, you're supposed to care but you never make me scream...

Mokuba got up into a kneeling position and whacked Rafael's phone off the table. It fell silent as it disassembled on the floor.
He sank back into the bed, disgruntled because of the sleep he'd been denied and upset by the sickeningly tasteless music.
As he'd learned before subtlety wasn't one of Rafael's traits.

The door opened and Mokuba stared straight ahead, his gaze at the same level with Rafael's groin.
Rafael came closer. He paused in front of the bed.
His damn feral instincts had picked up on the change in Mokuba's mood, didn't they?
Mokuba's stare sunk and settled around floor level.

"Open your mouth," Rafael whispered.
Mokuba refused to move but cocked an eyebrow at him before staring at thesoda can he was offered. "Out of the fridge. Should help you to cool down."
Mokuba grabbed the open can without a word. He barely spilt its content as the can swayed in his hand.

"Something the matter?" Rafael asked before eventually following Mokuba's gaze. He bent down to pick up the remnants of his mobile, putting it back together automatically.
"Phone's been ringing," Mokuba grumbled sullenly. He evaded Rafael's stare and cursed under his breath as he sat up in bed.
He drank in total silence before setting the beverage can down on the bedside table as quietly as possible.
Still the sound pierced his ears and kept ringing in his skull.

The mattress shifted beneath Rafael's weight as he took a seat beside Mokuba who barely turned as he slammed his hand against his chest to push him away.
"You're a terrible indelicate bastard," Mokuba snapped lamely before slapping Rafael again.
Rafael gripped his wrist and smiled tenderly at Mokuba, pure relaxation radiating from his face.
This wasn't serious; this was a pseudo-domestic quarrel.
And Rafael knew why he'd never married...

"I take it you don't like my ringtone?" Rafael asked and chuckled at the bitter glare to which Mokuba treated him.
"Don't your subordinated complain about you, you stupid bastard?" Mokuba sighed, "You're the worst superior I can imagine. You're..."

Mokuba broke off. Rafael was still smiling benevolently.
"Don't hold your fire. As you were saying, I am...?"

"You're an insensitive prick lacking any possible discretion; you're tasteless, disrespectful, extremely possessive and despotically. You humiliate me, subdue me and sexualize everything. Even now you're leering at me," Mokuba took a deep breath before raising his voice: "And if you've really put what I think you put into that soda can before offering it me, you're going to regret it!"

Rafael sighed with amusement while ruffling Mokuba's hair tenderly.
He knew that the aphrodisiac was already taking effect, indicated by Mokuba's soft and shy panting and sudden stiffness in his limbs. Well, especially one particular limb...

"I don't think I'm going to regret this..." he whispered softly into Mokuba's ear as he embraced the barely resisting body tightly, "I think I'm going to enjoy this."

Rafael pushed Mokuba back into the bed and pinned him down with his weight as he sat down on his thighs.
"And as for your criticism... I think you have every right to speak your mind. But don't forget..." Rafael reached down, wrapping his hands about Mokuba's before seductively sucking at his forefinger,

"You chose to be mine."