Chapter 103: Three Days’ Worth Of Sperm

Basil gasped, a sharp, humiliated flush rushing up his neck and flooding his cheeks at the raw, unfiltered obscenity. His breath hitched in his throat, his whole body locking up in a mixture of shock and overwhelming heat. Before he could find his voice to stammer a reply, the swirl of Darius’s tongue against a place Basil would never understand why anyone would want to touch with their tongue made him cry out, the sensation hot and wet. "Oh—oh God—"

Basil’s head fell back as a fresh, dizzying wave of pleasure unspooled deep within him. His fingers twisted in the sheets, as he tried to close his legs on instinct, but Darius held him firm. Darius kept Basil pinned open, thumbs stroking the backs of his thighs as he flicked the tip of his tongue up and down over Basil’s tight pink opening.

Basil’s face burned crimson, heat flooding his cheeks and spreading down his neck. His mouth opened, closed, a mortified sound catching in his throat. He tried to twist away, but Darius held him steady, pressing his thighs wider apart. Darius softened his tongue and licked up and down the entire anus, dragging the flat of his tongue slowly over Basil’s puckered hole as if he were eating an ice cream cone. Basil jerked like he’d been shocked, his whole body twitching violently. A broken cry tore out of him. His hands flew down, fingers tangling in Darius’s hair, not sure whether to push him away or pull him closer. The wet heat felt obscene, slick and relentless, each broad stroke sending sparks shooting up Basil’s spine.

Darius traced slow, deliberate circles around Basil’s tight ring of muscle before pressing the pointed tip of his tongue firmly against the center.

Basil’s thighs trembled violently in Darius’s grip, his entire body feeling like it was unraveling under the wet, insistent pressure. Every flick and press sent more sparks racing up his spine, every broad lick making his muscles twitch and clench. He couldn’t stop the sounds spilling out — gasps, whimpers, a desperate "Darius...please...don’t" that only made Darius groan against him and lick deeper, the vibration traveling straight through Basil’s core.

Basil’s cock lay hard and leaking against his stomach, a steady stream of precum pooling on his skin. His hole fluttered under the relentless attention, clenching around nothing while Darius’s tongue worked it open with practiced patience. He felt filthy, exposed, and so turned on he could barely think. His head thrashed against the pillows, one heel digging into Darius’s back as he tried to ride the sensation and escape it at the same time, his body caught between wanting more and fearing he might shatter from it.

Basil couldn’t understand why Darius seemed so eager, so hungry for this. Couldn’t understand why Darius would want to do this, why he seemed so content down there, lapping at Basil like he was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. It was filthy. It was overwhelming. And yet Basil’s hips tilted toward that mouth, seeking more even as his mind reeled from the intimacy of it. Darius pressed his tongue flat against the tight ring of muscle, applying steady pressure until it gave just slightly, the tip slipping inside to taste him from within. He rimmed Basil with single-minded focus, alternating between broad, wet strokes and pointed, probing thrusts, savoring every twitch and gasp that Basil made.

Each broken sound from above only spurred him on, making him press deeper, lick harder, determined to pull every last reaction from the man beneath him.

Basil cried out, a raw, helpless noise. "Fuck...Darius...it’s too much...please, I can’t—"

Then a finger joined the tongue.

Darius worked it in slowly, curling just so, and Basil’s vision went white at the edges. His hand on Darius’s hair tightened, fingers twisting in the strands as his body arched off the bed.

"Darius...Darius...oh my God—"

The tongue and finger moved together in a relentless rhythm that had Basil writhing, hips rolling, incoherent pleas spilling from his lips.

Darius’s free hand pressed down on Basil’s stomach, pinning him in place, and the weight of that palm, warm, firm — was somehow the most intimate thing of all. Basil’s release built like pressure behind a dam, his cock throbbing untouched against his belly. "Darius, fuck...I’m so close...I’m gonna...fuck, I’m gonna cum—"

His voice cracked and broke, rising into a desperate wail as Darius increased the pressure of his tongue against the puckered hole, licking harder and faster while the single finger curled and thrust inside him.

"Please...stop...don’t...please don’t... stop—"

Darius withdrew his tongue just long enough to spit on Basil’s hole, then pushed two fingers inside alongside the first, stretching him wider while his tongue worked between them, licking at the tight rim and the sensitive skin around his knuckles. The two fingers moved in tandem with his tongue, thrusting deep, scissoring apart, then curling against Basil’s prostate while Darius’s tongue lapped greedily at the stretched opening.

The wet sounds of his mouth working filled the room, punctuated by Basil’s broken cries. The sensation was overwhelming and consuming. His thighs trembled so violently they shook the entire bed, his breath coming in sharp, broken gasps that barely filled his lungs before another moan tore out of him.

"Darius...please....Darius...fuck...you’re...killing me...please—" His voice dissolved into wordless sounds as his body convulsed, his hole clenching rhythmically around the invading fingers and tongue. His climax slammed through him. His back arched off the bed, a shout caught in his throat as his body convulsed around Darius’s fingers. Wave after wave rolled through him, each one drawn out by the persistent work of Darius’s tongue, until Basil collapsed back against the sheets, spent, shaking, his cock pulsing untouched as ropes of cum splattered across his stomach and chest.

Darius lifted his head, his lips glistening with saliva and the evidence of his work. He slowly ran his tongue across his lower lip, savoring the taste before letting his gaze travel over Basil, taking in his utterly destroyed state. Basil lay boneless and panting, barely able to catch his breath, his body spent and his face flushed. Darius smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of his lips. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice rough. "Fucking beautiful when you fall apart like that."

Basil couldn’t form a word. His mouth opened, but only a hoarse whimper escaped him, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He could barely lift his head, let alone find the strength to respond, his body still trembling from the exhaustion Darius had left him in.

"Hope you have more cum saved up for me, my prince," Darius murmured with a wicked grin, leaning closer to admire Basil’s helpless state. "Because I plan to wring every last drop of those three days’ worth of sperm out of you tonight."

Basil’s breath caught at the words, and a faint crease formed between his brows. Three days’ worth of sperm? He was beginning to regret avoiding Darius for that long. Was this his way of punishing him for staying away? The thought barely had time to settle before his gaze drifted downward, and he noticed that Darius was still hard. A faint, disbelieving sound caught in his throat as he looked back at him, wondering how he was supposed to survive the night if Darius was already making plans for what came next.

Darius’s smile widened as he watched Basil struggle to recover, clearly pleased with the effect he had on him.

*****

The early morning sun streamed through the windows of Basil’s bedroom, casting a soft golden glow over the bed where Darius and Basil lay sprawled together, their naked bodies tangled beneath a rumpled, stained sheet.

Both were still breathing heavily, their chests rising and falling as they slowly recovered from the long night. Basil lay sprawled on top of Darius’s chest, his face buried against the warmth of it, one arm loosely draped across Darius’s abdomen. His blond hair was scattered over Darius’s skin, damp strands clinging to his forehead, while traces of their messy encounter remained on his face and in his tangled hair. His entire body was limp with exhaustion, and he looked utterly lifeless, as though he had surrendered every last ounce of energy he possessed and had nothing left to give.

Darius, on the other hand, seemed perfectly content to remain where he was, one arm wrapped securely around Basil’s waist while his other hand moved through the tangled mess of blond hair, gently massaging his scalp with his fingertips. He lowered his head and pressed a lingering kiss to the crown of Basil’s head, not even minding the traces of cum caught in his hair. He couldn’t tell whether they belonged to him or Basil, nor did he particularly care. A satisfied smile spread across his face as he murmured affectionately, "You really did well, my prince."