Chapter 7: Dominant Climax
Dwayne carries Peter to the bedroom. When they reached the bed, Dwayne laid Peter down gently, then crawled in next to him, pulling Peter into his arms once again.
Dwayne started to kiss Peter very passionately. First on the mouth, and then he started to lick Peter's neck.
Dwayne's tongue was hot and wet, and it left a trail of shivers along Peter's skin. Every kiss sent more electricity down Peter's spine, making his breath hitch. Dwayne's hands moved down Peter's sides, gripping his hips possessively before sliding around to his firm ass, squeezing gently.
"I love how you hold me and kiss me, and lick me." Peter said, "I feel like I am totally yours Dwayne!" Peter knew that his body was on fire, his skin tingling everywhere Dwayne touched him. Each press of the older man's lips sent jolts of pleasure through him. Dwayne's hands, rough from years of weightlifting, gripped Peter's hips possessively, pulling him closer. The contrast between Dwayne's strength and Peter's more slender frame made Peter feel delicate, cherished. When Dwayne's tongue traced the sensitive skin of Peter's neck, Peter arched into the touch with a soft moan, his fingers tangling in Dwayne's thick, curly hair.
"I can feel that you are very hard again Peter" Dwayne said. "Would you like me to take care of it?" Dwayne asked, his voice a deep rumble of desire as he felt Peter's hardening cock press against his thigh. His hands slid lower, fingers teasing along the inside of Peter's thighs, making him shiver.
Peter nodded breathlessly, his eyes locked on Dwayne's. "Yes... please..."
"Peter, how about I make you cum your favourite way, on my stomach, while I carry you, stand up and lift you up and down. But this time, how about I keep a Marlboro cigarette in the corner of my mouth while I do that?" Dwayne's voice was a low, gravelly voice as he stood up, carrying Peter in his arms, and Peter wrapped his legs around Dwayne's waist. "You like that idea, don't you?" Dwayne didn't wait for an answer, he already knew.
Dwayne walked to the bedroom cabinet, carrying Peter with one arm, he used his free hand to open the drawer and to get out a fresh pack of Marlboro cigarettes.
He shook a single cigarette loose from the pack, and gently placed in the corner of his mouth. “Something a little different,” he said, and the cigarette bounced up and down in the corner of his mouth while he talked. “Maybe I can just stay like this for a while, carrying you in my arms while I stand, so you can just enjoy the way I look with a cigarette in the corner of my mouth. I can feel you getting hard on my stomach Peter”, Dwayne said and his cigarette bobbed up and down in the corner of his mouth while he talked.
Dwayne kept the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, not lighting it yet, and was carrying Peter in his arms, both were naked.
Dwayne's powerful biceps flexed as he adjusted Peter in his arms, Peter's legs wrapped around his waist. He began to walk slowly around the bedroom, his powerful strides making the muscles in his thighs and ass ripple in a mesmerizing display. Peter started rubbing on Dwayne's huge muscles as he let himself be carried, and he never stopped looking at Dwayne's face, handsome, and now sexy with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth.
"Do you like the way I look with a cigarette Peter" Dwayne asked, but he knew the answer because Peter was very hard, his erection was pressed against Dwayne's muscular and oily stomach.
Dwayne could feel Peter's cock twitching and throbbing with every step he took.
Peter nodded, his eyes locked on Dwayne's mouth. "Yes, I do," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "You look so... so powerful. So in control."
Dwayne smirked, the cigarette bobbing slightly in the corner of his mouth. "That's because I am, Peter. I'm in control of everything. Including you."
Peter shivered, his body responding to Dwayne's words. He loved the way Dwayne talked to him, the commanding tone in his deep voice. It made him feel both vulnerable and cherished at the same time.
"I think you're too excited Peter, you love how I carry you in my arms, how huge my black muscles are and how I look with the cigarette in the corner of my mouth" Dwayne said and his cigarette bounced up and down in the corner of his mouth as he talked. Dwayne added: "your cock is so hard on my stomach and I think it needs release." He stopped walking and adjusted Peter's weight in his arms, his biceps flexing visibly. "Tell me if you want to cum like this, Peter. You know how I love to see you writhe with pleasure while I carry you. It’s one of my favorite things to do."
"Yes Dwayne, can you please make me cum in his position?" Peter asked.
His thighs trembled around Dwayne’s waist as he spoke, his voice trembling with need.
Dwayne’s grip tightened around Peter’s waist, lifting him just enough to adjust the angle without slipping free from his body. then Dwayne, with no effort at all, lifted Peter up and down about 10 times, making Peter's dick rub on Dwayne's muscular stomach. Then Dwayne stopped, and asked "Like this Peter?"
Peter nodded so hard his hair fell into his eyes. "Yes, please," he begged.
"Just like that."
Dwayne chuckled, "Since you asked so nicely," he murmured, his cigarette bounced up and down in the corner of his mouth.
Peter put his hands on Dwayne's massive arms which were flexing effortlessly beneath Peter’s weight. The muscles in Dwayne’s chest and abs rippled as he began to lift Peter up and down again, each movement deliberate, controlled. Peter’s cock slid against Dwayne’s slick, sweat-dampened stomach, the friction sending waves of pleasure through him.
He gasped each time he was lifted, his body shuddering as Dwayne’s powerful arms drove him up and down in slow, deliberate arcs. The rhythmic motion pressed his cock deeper against Dwayne’s stomach, the pressure building with every repetition.
Up and down, up and down Dwayne lifted Peter.
The cigarette dangled precariously from Dwayne’s mouth, as he said "I can feel how you are loving this Peter." He watched Peter's face, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure, his lips slightly parted. Dwayne loved seeing Peter like this—completely undone, his body trembling with each lift, his cock leaving a slick trail of pre-cum on Dwayne’s stomach. He could feel the heat radiating from Peter, the way his muscles tensed and released with each movement, the way his breath hitched every time Dwayne's powerful arms lifted him higher.
Up and down, up and down Dwayne lifted Peter.
Dwayne’s own cock was rock hard, pressing against Peter’s ass with every lift, but he wasn’t in a hurry. He wanted to draw this out, to savor every second of Peter’s pleasure.
Up and down, up and down Dwayne lifted Peter.
The rhythm was hypnotic, the friction of Peter's cock against Dwayne's slick, sweat-dampened stomach driving him closer and closer to the edge. Peter's fingers dug into Dwayne's massive shoulders, his nails leaving faint crescent marks in the taut, dark skin. The room was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and the faint, musky aroma of Dwayne's cigar smoke still lingering in the air.
"You feel so good, Peter," Dwayne rumbled, his voice a deep, gravelly purr that vibrated through Peter’s chest. "I love how you just let go with me. How you trust me to carry you, to take care of you.
Dwayne carried Peter temporarily in one arm, grabbed a lighter to light the cigarette. He inhaled deeply, making the cigarette go up for about 5 seconds in the corner of his mouth and then back down. The Dwayne inhaled another time, making the cigarette go up and down in the corner of his mouth. “Fuck, that’s hot,” Peter breathed out, "you look so sexy smoking like that!".
Dwayne’s laugh was a low, smoky rumble. “This is just the warm-up, baby,” he muttered around the cigarette, and then he carried him, muscles coiling as he paced toward the mirror with Peter anchored against his chest. Peter could feel every shift of power in Dwayne’s body, the hard ridge of his cock pressing insistently against his ass. “See that?” Dwayne growled, nodding at their reflection where Peter’s flushed, wanton form was dwarfed by his own. “That’s who you belong to.”