Bishop Takes the Queen Ch. 04

"You don't wanna?"

"Oh, I wanna, I wanna so much," Carlin whispered in his ear, then kissed a trail from his earlobe down to his lips. "Just wanna make sure you are always comfortable."

"I've never felt this safe," he admitted, feeling the need to let Carlin know. "I've never felt like, I mean, it's never felt like this before for me. Like I wanna do it for you, but also for me."

"Do you... not use condoms regularly?" It hurt him that Carlin had to ask, but he understood why he did.

"Never, I have never ever had sex with anyone without a condom," he whispered, hoping Carlin understood what he was putting out there. "I have always wanted a layer of protection, physical and emotional, if that makes sense? Even with Alex."

Carlin pulled back and he worried he'd said something wrong, but the look on Carlin's face had him swooning, a mixture of vulnerability and need that almost felt like a reflection of his own face.

"I... Thank you, baby. Thank you for trusting me, for..." He trailed off, then bit his knuckle. "Now who is it trying to make who else cry."

D'Metrius chuckled, then took Carlin's hand and kissed the knuckle he'd bitten. "I know I'm messed up, Carlin. I know I have a past I'm not so proud about. But, with you, I'd like to start over. Start fresh. Like, going forward. Sorry, I'm sure that sounds sappy but-"

"It sounds perfect," Carlin interjected, then kissed him again, pushing him from a seated position until his back was pressed against the bed. "Fuck, baby." They kissed, their hands roaming each rise and fall of one another's bodies until Carlin's fingers found the cleavage between his cheeks, then delved into the depths.

"Carlin," D'Metrius moaned, wiggling to try to get him better access, even as his throat tightened with both anticipation and nerves, somehow still worried deep down that he wasn't good enough.

Carlin rolled off him, then sat next to him on the bed. "Lay on your stomach for me please?"

"Um, okay?" he replied, suddenly feeling so nervous he lost a bit of his boner. He climbed deeper onto the bed then rolled over so that he was facing Carlin's headboard. "Like this?"

"Oh yes, baby, like that," Carlin said in a voice that sent a flush of blood back to his nethers. "Your ass is perfection." Before he could reply Carlin climbed on the bed and pushed his legs apart. He squeaked in surprise and Carlin's throaty laugh made him moan.

"I like hearing your reactions to me, baby," Carlin praised, moving between his legs. Those sexy, calloused hands closed over his hips and pulled him up so his ass was in the air, then spread his cheeks apart, exposing his most secret place. "Look at you twitching down here, it's so sexy."

"It's not sexy," he argued without much conviction.

"I beg to differ," Carlin growled, then pushed his face between D'Metrius's cheeks. The sound he made when Carlin's tongue brushed over his bud was embarrassing, but Carlin chuckled, encouraged, and repeated the movement.

"Carlin!" he gasped, his hips pulling away reflexively. "I'm dirty!"

"You showered. You're not dirty. You don't taste dirty. You taste sexy. Do you not want me to rim you?"

"No. Yes. I," he struggled to speak, then remembered what his therapist had coached him to do whenever he unjustly felt he didn't deserve things. He swallowed his anxiety as best he could, then admitted what he really wanted. "More of that is good, nice. Feels good."

"Well then, I'll just get back to it then," Carlin said. D'Metrius could hear the amusement in his tone. Another lick had his toes curling, and had him fighting not to jerk away. It felt good, but it was also incredibly sensitive, and super intimate.

"Never had this done before," he gasped as Carlin sped up, eagerly lapping at his hole.

Carlin pulled back. "You've never had someone open you up like this before?"

"Never had anyone else ever open me up before."

Carlin's hands tensed. "He wouldn't even warm you up?"

"That was my job," D'Metrius said quickly, not wanting to talk about his ex. "Sometimes it takes a while, like, ruins the mood, so I used to do it before, if I knew he wanted me. Sorry, it'll just take me a bit to get used to having someone else, like, I knew people did this, but it's crazy intense."

He could feel Carlin's anger, but it wasn't for him. "Warming you up is my job, do you understand? Getting you ready? My job. Even if it takes hours. I wanna warm you up. I like warming you up. I love your ass."

"Sorry." He didn't even know what he was apologizing for.

"Don't ever be sorry to me for that kind of stuff. Let me take care of you, baby. Please?"

Stifling yet another bout of tears he pushed his ass back and spread his cheeks with his hands, his shoulder and head on the bed. "Please."

"Thank you, baby," Carlin whispered before he placed a gentle kiss right on his tight, sensitive bud. He fought with himself not to squirm, then Carlin's strong hands held his hips still and he sighed in relief.

The sigh was too soon, Carlin resumed lapping at his sensitive flesh. With a flick of his tongue, Carlin pushed inside his tender bud. D'Metrius squeaked again. "Wait, wait, I need a minute," he said, panting.

Carlin pulled back. "Baby, if you don't like this we don't have to do it, there are other ways to get you ready."

"No, I..." Why was it so hard to say? "I like it." There, he said it. "I, um. It's just a lot."

"We have time, baby. Why don't we do something else?"

"No, no, please, I'm sorry."

Carlin flipped him over fast, then caught him and pulled him into his arms. He rubbed his face against Carlin's chest hair, the softness of it, and the smell of Carlin so close, relaxed him instantly. "Baby, don't apologize for this, please. I want you to be comfortable. I want-"

"I'm, it's just too new. It's so. I'm not ready, I think, for something that, um, intimate? I'm sorry. It felt good, it felt really good, but I don't feel like I deserve it. I'm dirty."

Carlin hugged him hard, then pulled them both down until he was laying half on top of Carlin. "Hush, you're not dirty. You do deserve it, but I understand how you feel, I really do. Tonight I want you to be happy more than I want anything else, okay?"

He nodded, but he could tell Carlin wanted him to verbalize it. "Yeah. Um. okay. I guess."

Carlin's arms relaxed a little. "Good enough. What should I do to get you ready, to make you comfortable?"

"I can do it, seriously," D'Metrius dismissed. "It's fine. I'm used to it."

"While I appreciate that you know your own body, I do not appreciate that you think you have to get yourself ready for me. I know why you feel this way, but I want this to be different." Carlin sighed, then turned on his side and faced D'Metrius. "I want you so much, baby, but I need to treat you right from the very beginning. I won't compromise on this."

D'Metrius bit his lower lip. That Carlin wanted the same things he did, it touched him deeply. "I saw a porn once where the bottom, um, like, sat on the top's lap, but not, like, they were kissing and he was getting his bottom ready like, um, on his lap. I've always wanted to try something like that, it looks, um. It felt like they were in love. I know it's sappy, but-"

Carlin stroked his face tenderly. "It's not sappy. It sounds really nice. I'd like to try it, if you're up for it."

He was nervous again, worried his secret porn fantasy would be disappointing, or would disappoint Carlin. "You sure?"

"Absolutely. Here, let me sit up here against the headboard, I'll just get some pillows behind my back, then you can make yourself comfortable." He talked while he moved, basically announcing each thing he was doing as if he needed to narrate it for D'Metrius. Once he found his comfortable spot he reached out for D'Metrius, then glanced over. "Get the lube first, okay?"

D'Metrius grabbed the lube and then crawled across the bed to Carlin, too nervous to feel sexy. "Here," he said, handing the lube to Carlin. Carlin put it nearby, then pulled D'Metrius onto his lap. "I really can just-"

"Kiss me, baby?" Carlin interrupted, anticipating where he was going. "Kiss me how you wanna be kissed."

He looked into Carlin's eyes, and he didn't see a conquest. He didn't see someone who felt they were superior. He didn't see someone who was unsure or uncertain. He saw someone who knew what they wanted, but also someone who cared for him. Who maybe would one day even love him.

D'Metrius wanted it, wanted what Carlin's eyes were promising. He leaned in, closing his eyes at the last second, then pressed his lips against Carlin's. Little butterfly kisses started this round, then moved to light kisses that sucked in Carlin's lips. Carlin reciprocated his movements as he slid his hands from D'Metrius's waist to his hips.

"Gonna move my hands, okay?" Carlin asked between his gentle kisses. D'Metrius nodded and Carlin's hands slid over his ass cheeks, then fingers trailed down his crack. He shivered, then deepened the kiss with Carlin, pushing his way into Carlin's mouth. Still, he kept his kisses gentle and controlled. He wanted to be in control, he'd always wanted that since he'd started his Grindr habit as Zion.

But now, deep down he really wanted to give control over to Carlin. It felt like a test, both for himself and for Carlin. Was he able to really trust someone again? As much as he wanted to lose control with Carlin he feared it, feared that not being in control would make him weak, would return him to the mess of a man he was when he met Jimmy that first time in the ER.

Carlin tensed, then pulled back. "You okay?"

"Yeah," he said, resting his forehead on Carlin's. Like the rest of the evening, it was an intimate gesture he'd never experienced before, and it had him nearly gleeful, but also a little unnerved. "Just, there's a lot, um, in my head. You know?"

"Baby, you say the word and we stop. I promise."

"I don't wanna stop. I just need it slow. I'm sorry I'm like this."

"Baby, I already told you we have all night. Slow is good," Carlin insisted, cupping his cheek. He led his face back down and kissed him gently. Carlin never stopped touching him as he trailed his hands down his chest, and then around his waist, pulling him closer. "I want you, but I want you on your terms."

They kissed more, Carlin's hands firmly anchored on his hips, and D'Metrius slowly relaxed. After a few moments of this he pulled back, feeling more centered. "I'm ready, if you, um-"

Carlin slid his hands down D'Metrius's ass, then paused, looking at him for consent. D'Metrius nodded, then leaned in and kissed Carlin again. He didn't need more encouragement, he grabbed D'Metrius's ass cheek with one hand while the other honed in on his bud. He didn't push it inside, just circled it gently over the puckered flesh, teasing him.

"Please," he whispered into Carlin's mouth. "I want more."

Carlin nodded, then released his ass and grabbed the lube. He heard the lid pop open and could feel Carlin moving behind him, but his kisses never faltered. A breath later he felt Carlin's finger, now cold with lube, back at his bud. The friction from before was gone, but it still felt good. It felt like a promise.

Carlin squirted more lube on his finger, then pressed it firmly against his opening. "Hold your breath, then blow it out hard and slow, okay?"

He nodded, then sucked in a deep breath. He held it for a second, then slowly exhaled. At the end of his exhale Carlin's finger popped inside him and he gasped, falling forward onto Carlin's chest. "Hmmm..." he purred, pressing his ass back to suck Carlin's finger deeper.

"Feels good?" Carlin asked, wiggling his digit around inside him.

"So good," he agreed. "I haven't done this in forever, though I have been practicing in the shower recently."

"For me?"

"Yes," he admitted. "I wanted to be ready."

"That's so sexy," Carlin purred.

"I just, it's, um. Like..." Why was it so hard to say what he wanted? Before he could put his thoughts together Carlin's finger curled to perfectly stroke his prostate. "Fuuuuck..." he moaned.

"You good?" Carlin asked.

He groaned, pushing his ass back, urging Carlin to delve deeper. "So good."

Carlin kissed him again, pushing his finger in and out in a gentle pattern, pushing down on his prostate each time. Something in the way that Carlin's fingers moved had him losing time, losing himself as if he were hypnotized. Comically, an image of Carlin as a snake charmer popped into his head and he chuckled despite himself.

"Baby?" Carlin asked, pausing.

"Sorry, sorry," he apologized, trying to sink his ass back down on Carlin's finger. "Just had a silly thought."

"You okay?"

"Absolutely. I was just thinking that you were a snake charmer, like, how you're hypnotizing me."

Carlin leaned back and looked at him, then smirked. "Snake charmer?"

"Like, you know, the guys in India who play music to a cobra?"

"Oh, I knew what you meant," Carlin clarified. "It just seems random."

D'Metrius had a surge of confidence, and leaned in close to Carlin's ear. "I wanna charm your snake, Carlin," he whispered, then nibbled the lobe.

Carlin snorted, looked like he was going to say something, then chuckled. "You're a riot."

"Two fingers, Chaz," he whispered, then bit down a little harder on Carlin's earlobe. "I want you inside me."

Carlin groaned, then grabbed the lube again. After a breath and a kiss two digits pushed past his tight bud. "Oh baby, you're so tight."

"I want you, Carlin," he whispered. "I want it now."

"You're not ready," Carlin replied, pushing deeper. "I wanna send you to heaven it feels so good, I don't want it to hurt at all."

He whined. "I want both!"

"Shh," Carlin purred, pulling his fingers completely out, then plunging them deep again. "I want you so much, too. I wanna love you all night long. We have time."

D'Metrius didn't know what to say, so he just rocked his hips in time to the calloused fingers opening him up and kissed Carlin as if he may never get the chance to do it again. Sooner than last time, a third finger pierced him. He moaned and Carlin hummed his approval, moving his fingers faster.

"I'm ready," he announced, knowing he wasn't, but no longer capable of waiting.

"You're not," Carlin declared, his arm snaking around D'Metrius's neck. He pulled him into a messy kiss as he continued to stretch him open in smooth, rhythmic motions. He didn't argue, every time he tried Carlin changed up his motions and took his breath away again.

It was intense, but felt incredible. Soon it felt too good, and he was close, though he'd never come from just his ass before. "Stop, stop, please."

Carlin's fingers were out of him instantly, both arms wrapped around his body. "Sorry, baby. You okay? What's wrong?"

"Fuck me, Carlin, please. I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that. I'm so close," he panted, resting his head on Carlin's shoulder.

"You're close?"

"So close," he admitted, his head feeling fluffy, but his balls tight, ready to shoot. "Please, Carlin."

"I love it when you say my name, baby," Carlin purred. "Are you sure you don't want me to put on a rubber?"

"Fuck me, Carlin. Raw. Please! Don't make me beg! I want you to mark me. I want you to cum inside me. I need you."

Carlin growled, grabbing the lube off the bed. "I can't hold back when you say shit like that, baby."

"Don't."

Carlin growled again, then shifted, then grunted. "Get up for a second," he demanded, sounding gruff, but D'Metrius could hear the need in his voice.

"Why?"

"I'll lay down, you're on top. You're in control, do you understand?"

D'Metrius climbed off of him quickly, Carlin's words again bringing his orgasm closer. "If you keep saying shit like that I'm gonna blow before you're even inside me," he grumbled halfheartedly.

"Ride me, baby?" Carlin asked, pushing his cock so that it pointed straight up.

He struggled to find something to say that wouldn't sound stupid, so he didn't say anything at all as he straddled Carlin's waist. He went up on his knees and leaned back into Carlin's rod, spreading lube over his entire crack. He rubbed his crack on Carlin's shaft for a few rotations of his hips, then pressed back, using one hand to hold Carlin in place.

Carlin's head slipped past his hole on the first pass and he growled in frustration. "Shh, baby, take your time," Carlin panted, his hands balled up in the sheets on his bed.

"You okay?" he asked, suddenly nervous with how tense Carlin looked.

"I'm perfect," Carlin said, still sounding strained. "Just want you to be in charge, and it's not something I'm used to doing. I like being in control."

"If you want-"

"No," Carlin barked, looking him straight in the eyes. "I want this to be different. For both of us."

His heart melted into sticky, gooey molasses in his chest with the implications of Carlin's statement. The second time he lined up Carlin's staff with his hole it slipped inside, stretching him wide. He paused and took a deep breath, he wasn't going to let a little pain stop him, then clenched down as he leaned into it.

They both moaned as Carlin breached his tight ring. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Carlin panted, his hands fisting and releasing the sheets as he worked to control himself. "You're so fucking tight, baby."

"More lube," he groaned, leaning forward. Carlin popped from his ass and he instantly missed the pressure. He lubed up quickly, making a mess, but he couldn't wait. "Okay, should be good now," he whispered, more to himself than anything else.

Carlin's cock passed his ring more easily this time, but it was still intense. Carlin was just that big, and despite that he wanted more, wanted him deeper. Letting his body weight and gravity do most of the work, he slowly slid down Carlin's cock until he was buried to the hilt. The intensity of it was too much, he lowered himself to lay on Carlin's chest, his face pressed against his collarbone.

"You okay?" Carlin asked, his hands wrapping around D'Metrius's back. The hold was gentle, he knew he'd be able to break out of it easily if he tried, but he didn't want to. The connection between them filled him with a profound peacefulness.

After a few breaths he pushed himself back up and Carlin's hands fell back to the bed. "I'm amazing."

"Baby," Carlin panted. "Fuck, you feel so good." Carlin looked down his bodyline to where they were connected. "You took me all the way."

He was insanely proud to have conquered Carlin's massive member. "Give me a second to get used to it. You're freaking huge."

"Sorry."

For his part, Carlin really did look apologetic. "Please don't be sorry that you have the nicest cock I've ever had the opportunity to use." Carlin flushed and he chuckled. "I've never felt this good from just having a dick in my ass."

"I never thought I'd get to be with you like this at all," Carlin replied. "You don't know how much this means to me."

"I think I do," he corrected gently. "Because I feel the same way."

Carlin looked at him, eyes full of love, and he couldn't stand it anymore. He wanted Carlin to come undone inside him. He slowly rode up Carlin's cock, then lowered himself again, keeping Carlin inside. He didn't want to lose the connection between them, didn't want to separate until Carlin lost himself.

"I've never wanted someone to cum inside me as much as I do right now," he breathed as he slowly rode Carlin's cock. Each progression was easier, and after only a few rotations he was wide open, and full of Carlin in the best possible way. It took his breath away.

"Careful," Carlin warned, his voice strained. "You complained about me getting you close, but you've almost pushed me to the point of no return."

The statement had him feeling powerful, and he wanted Carlin to cum. Like he'd said, they had all night to do it again. "Cum inside me, Carlin. I want it. Please, I want it." He moved faster, rubbing Carlin over his sweet spot each time, driving him closer and closer to his own release.