Page 69 of Coven of Corpses

"Fuck, Cody," Demmy gasped, resting his hand on Cody's head. "That's— Jesus Christ⁠—"

Cody hummed around him, experimenting with what felt good, what made his hips buck. He knew exactly how to touch, where to focus his attention, what would drive Demmy to the edge without pushing him over.

"Wait, wait," Demmy said after a few minutes, tugging gently at Cody's hair. "I don't want to come yet. Let me..."

Cody let Demmy's cock slip from his mouth with a wet sound. "Let you what?"

Demmy didn't answer, just slid down the bed and took Cody into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming—not just physically but mentally, knowing it was his own mouth on Demmy's cock, but Demmy's consciousness directing the movements.

"Fuuuck," Cody moaned, gripping the sheets. The way Demmy's body responded to pleasure was so different from his own—less focused in his groin, more distributed throughout his entire body. Waves of sensation washed over him, leaving him gasping.

Demmy worked him expertly, using all the knowledge he had of his own body to drive Cody wild. When Cody felt himself getting close, he eased Demmy back.

"Not yet," he said, voice rough. "I want to feel you inside me."

The words made Demmy’s eyes go wide. "Yes. God, yes."

Cody fumbled for the lube in the nightstand drawer, nearly dropping it as he pressed it into Demmy's hand. Demmy slicked his fingers and reached between Cody's legs. The first press inside was strange—not unpleasant, but unfamiliar. Cody had bottomed for Demmy before, but the sensations registered differently in Demmy's body. And Demmy, while appropriately endowed, wasn’t as big as he was himself.

"Relax," Demmy murmured. “I’ll be slow and careful."

“I know. It’s just… different from this angle," Cody said.

He worked Cody open slowly, adding a second finger, then a third, until Cody was writhing and begging beneath him. It was all so new—the stretch, the fullness, the way pleasure burned across his entire body.

"I'm ready," Cody said. "Please, Demmy. I need to feel you."

Demmy withdrew his fingers and slicked his cock. He got into position between Cody's thighs, guiding himself to his entrance.

"You’re sure?" he asked, hesitating.

"Fuck yes," Cody said. "I've never been more sure of anything."

Demmy pressed forward slowly. Cody felt himself stretching around the thickness of his own cock. It burned slightly, but in the best possible way, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through him.

"Oh, my God," Demmy breathed as he sank fully into Cody's body. "It feels—I can't even describe it."

"Try," Cody said, wrapping his legs around Demmy's waist.

"Like everything I’ve ever wanted," Demmy said. "Like coming home."

He began to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm that had them both gasping. Cody clung to him, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through him. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body, building in intensity.

"Faster," Cody urged. "Please.”

Demmy snapped his hips with more force. The change in angle had him hitting Cody's prostate with each thrust. Cody cried out, his back arching off the bed.

"Touch yourself," Demmy panted. "I want to watch you stroke it."

Cody reached between them, wrapping his hand around his—Demmy's—cock. The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear, sending him hurtling toward the edge.

"I'm close. So close.”

"Me too," Demmy said, his rhythm faltering. "Come for me. Let me see what I look like."

Cody stroked himself faster, matching Demmy's thrusts. When his orgasm hit, it was unlike anything he'd ever experienced—a full-body wave that seemed to go on and on, leaving him trembling and gasping Demmy's name.

The sight of Cody coming pushed Demmy over the edge. He thrust deep one last time, his body tensing as he emptied inside Cody.