Chapter 32: Fuck Me Without Mercy, My Prince

Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Fuck Me Without Mercy, My Prince

Frank smiled, then added, "But I still don’t want you smiling at anyone else like that again, okay?"

Raphael chuckled softly. "Okay, baby. Can I call you that?"

Frank nodded. "Yes."

A pleased smile spread across Raphael’s face. "Then how about you come inside and show me that you’ve forgiven me?"

Frank smiled and nodded. Raphael opened the bedroom door, and they stepped inside together. Frank placed his coffee mug on the nearby table, then turned back to Raphael. Without another word, he wrapped his arms tightly around Raphael’s neck and pulled him down into a deep kiss.

Raphael kissed him back, his hands moving fast. He unbuttoned the front of Frank’s pajama shirt and slid it off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. With a quick motion, he stripped off his own shirt too, leaving them both bare-chested as the fabric pooled around their feet.

Raphael kept one hand on the back of Frank’s neck, tangling his fingers in his hair, while his other hand slid straight down the front of Frank’s pajama pants. His fingers closed firmly around Frank’s cock.

Frank groaned right into Raphael’s mouth, his hands clutching at Raphael’s back. "Fuck... your hand is cold... ahh, right there."

Raphael started stroking Frank up and down, keeping a steady rhythm as he slowly walked him backward toward the edge of the bed. He pressed soft, wet kisses down Frank’s neck, nipping lightly at his skin and making Frank shiver. Frank’s cock throbbed and hardened completely under Raphael’s expert hand, the friction driving him wild.

Slowly, Raphael stroked him from base to tip, tracing the heavy length over and over until Frank’s breath hitched and low, ragged moans spilled from his throat.

Needing to feel skin on skin everywhere, Frank’s hand slid down to the waistband of Raphael’s pajama pants. He hooked his fingers under the elastic and yanked them down. Raphael’s heavy, thick cock sprang free immediately, hot and already leaking as it snapped upward against his stomach.

Frank wrapped his hand around it, giving it a few firm strokes to test its weight, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

Then, he suddenly removed Raphael’s hand from his own cock, stepped back, and dropped right down onto his knees between Raphael’s thighs. He looked up from the floor, his eyes dark and hungry as he stared at the long, thick length standing proud in front of him.

"I love your cock, Your Highness," Frank whispered, his voice thick with desire. "It’s big... exactly how I love it."

Raphael’s breath caught in his throat. A shaky laugh left his lips as he looked down at him. "I love your cock too, babe. Now stop talking and suck your man’s cock."

Frank chuckled, wrapping his hand back around the dick. He leaned in close, letting his warm breath wash over the sensitive head first.

Raphael’s head fell back, his eyes squeezing shut as a low, desperate curse broke from his lips. "Fuck, babe..."

Without waiting another second, Frank took the thick head into his mouth. He sucked down deep, taking in as much of him as he could manage, his lips sliding smoothly up and down the heavy cock. He swirled his tongue around the tip, bobbing his head with a steady, practiced pace that made the bedroom fill with wet, echoing sounds.

Raphael’s hands flew into Frank’s hair, his fingers gripping tightly as waves of intense pleasure rolled through him. He bucked his hips upward just a fraction, chasing the friction.

"Ah, suck, faster, Frank—right there," Raphael groaned loudly, his voice cracking as he tilted his head back, completely lost in the heat of the wet, punishingly good suction wrapped around him.

Slurp, slump, slurp.

Frank’s mouth worked relentlessly over Raphael’s thick cock, the wet, echoing sounds filling the quiet bedroom. He began to move his hips, pushing his heavy cock deeper into Frank’s mouth with a steady, punishing rhythm.

"Yes... please, suck deeper," Raphael grunted, his voice rough and breathless. He guided his dick further, pressing past Frank’s lips and thrusting right to the back of his throat.

"I love it, baby," Raphael panted.

The sudden, deep push caught Frank off guard. He choked slightly, coughing around the thick head as his eyes watered. Raphael immediately stopped moving, pulling back with a worried look on his face. "Are you okay? Do you want to stop?"

Frank shook his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and flashing a daring, heated grin. "I’m fine. Keep going."

"Rest," Raphael said. "Take a deep breath first."

Frank pulled completely off him for a second, taking a ragged breath before spitting a thick dollop of saliva right onto the glistening cock. He wrapped his hand around the base and stroked it fast, making Raphael hiss in sharp pleasure. Then, without wasting a second, Frank took him right back into his mouth.

He sucked hungrily, swirling his tongue in tight circles around the sensitive underside, tracing every inch from the base right up to the weeping tip. Raphael lost his mind, his hands gripping the back of Frank’s head again as he started fucking his mouth in earnest.

Slp-slp, slurp, mmmph—

Raphael drove deep, his hips snapping forward with every wet, heavy thrust. The sounds of suction and thick, frantic sliding filled the room. Raphael threw his head back, his moans turning frantic.

"Fuck... fuck, Frank, I’m close—I’m right there!"

"Yes, please come inside me," Frank mumbled around him, his throat working tightly. He reached up, grabbing Raphael by the flesh of his ass and pulling him deeper, taking every single inch right down his throat.

Raphael let out a ragged, shattering cry. "Fuck... I’m coming... please... ahh—"

He came hard, his entire body locking up and trembling violently as thick, hot ropes of cum pumped straight down Frank’s throat. Raphael tried to pull back instinctively, but Frank clamped his lips firmly around him, refusing to let a single drop escape.

Raphael groaned, his voice high and broken as he emptied every last drop inside Frank’s mouth, his hips twitching with aftershocks.

Slowly, Raphael pulled out, his cock still slick and twitching. He used the wet head to lightly tap against Frank’s lips, smearing it across his open mouth.

"Fuck, yes... that’s so fucking sweet," Raphael muttered, watching as Frank finally swallowed the entire load, his throat bobbing.

Raphael reached down, grabbing Frank under the arms and hauling him up from his knees. He pulled him in, kissing him deeply for a few breathless minutes, tasting himself on Frank’s lips.

Moving with smooth, deliberate intent, Raphael walked Frank over to the polished wooden dresser. He opened a drawer, pulled out a small bottle of lube, and squeezed a generous amount over his own thick cock, slicking it up completely. Then, he reached down, hooked his fingers into the waistband of Frank’s remaining pajama bottoms, and yanked them all the way down, kicking them aside.

He turned Frank around, pressing his chest flat against the polished surface of the table. Frank braced his hands on the wood, lifting his ass up in the air with a low, eager groan.

Raphael squeezed more lube onto his fingers, pressing them against Frank’s tight, wet hole, stretching him open and prepping him until Frank shivered against the cool wood.

Lining himself up, Raphael pressed the thick, wet head of his cock right against Frank’s entrance. He pushed inward just enough to stretch him, then slid it right back out.

Frank gasped, his head dropping against his arms. "Fuck..."

Raphael teased him again, pressing the head in a little deeper, filling him halfway before pulling out completely.

Frank whimpered, shoving his hips back against Raphael’s pelvis. "Please... fuck me, please."

That was all Raphael needed to hear. On the third push, he drove his entire length deep inside in one heavy, seamless stroke, burying himself down to the hilt.

"Fuck, you’re so tight," Raphael groaned, a shudder running through his frame as he began to stroke slowly in and out of Frank’s hot, gripping heat.

Frank arched his back, moaning loudly into the quiet room. "Yes... I love it. It’s so big, it fills me completely—fuck me hard, my prince!"

Raphael leaned in close, voice low and rough against his ear. "I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stop thinking about me when you go back to Central City... not until you come back for me."

Frank’s breath hitched. "Yes, my prince—fuck me hard. I love it rough. Fuck me without mercy... please."

Listening to Frank beg pushed Raphael over the edge. He planted his hands on Frank’s hips and began thrusting harder...