(Kaylen in the video above)

~Kaylen~

obdurate /●adj. stubbornly refusing to change one's opinion or course of action

I did not know why sex was such a taboo. It was the most intimate way of knowing somebody. It was the only way people saw each other at their unembellished self.

It was sacred.

Hence, I obdurately believed that using it selfishly was wrong. Despite the opinions a lot of people have about doms, I didn't want to have sex with someone to hurt them— especially emotionally.

I only did it if it ensured pleasure to the both of us.

~Emerald~

My back hit the door with a thud. An equally hard boner pressed against my own as a wet tongue painted a stripe of saliva up my neck. My hands were pinned above my head and I was just standing there and trying not to moan too loud.

Kaylen and I were in my bedroom, at five o'clock in the evening, taking the session further from where we had left off in the college washroom. Jordon was out at his friend's and I was happy that we could have the house to ourselves. Because I didn't trust myself to keep it low-key.

I was so lost in lust as he grinded against me that I had forgotten the inner conflicts I had about my sexuality earlier. It could all go to hell. All I wanted was him on top of me.

He captured my lips in his in a mesmerising kiss and I pressed myself further into him, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I wanted him to hold me tight to himself, skin against skin and not let go till I come undone.

He took me over to the bed, dropping me on it and taking a couple of steps back. I lay there, breathing heavily as he stripped himself slowly, making me ache for his touch. I gulped down the saliva that had clogged in my mouth because I was so hungry for him, while he continued to unbutton his shirt, taking his time.

He shrugged his shirt off, making me see those chiseled abs and chest the first ever time. My tongue instantly wiggled in my mouth, as if wanting to escape from inside and reach over to him, licking every inch of his perfect body.

I looked up to his face to find that he was looking right back at me with his slight signature smirk. I blushed and glanced back at his chest again.

He began undoing his belt, carefully sliding it off from the hooks and I writhed in bed, the cloud of lust getting thicker and thicker in my head. After discarding the belt to the side, his hands moved to unbutton and unzip his jeans, leaving a patch of black briefs visible to my eyes. I licked my lips.

The clothes I had on, were suffocating me now. I wanted to be out of them, I wanted to be bare for him. But I didn't want to take them off. I wanted him to do that.

Just imagining him putting his hands on my torso made my eyes drift close as I arched my back and moaned out loud. Opening my eyes and looking back at him, I saw that his jeans was no longer to be seen and he was crawling on the bed, over to me, with absolute want in his eyes.

My breath hitched as he hovered on top of me, our nose brushing and his rock-hard cock pushing down on mine. I stared enchantedly into his brown eyes as he closed the distance between our lips. The kiss took my breath away. The way his tongue made out with mine, the way he pulled my lower lip between his teeth, the way our lips fit so perfectly together; it all made me give up on any disputes I had with myself.

My sexuality revolved around him. I was his and only his.

My cock was aching to be out of the cage that my underwear and pants seemed to put it in but Kaylen was too busy fucking my mouth with his tongue to have cared to undress me. My hands that were lying to the sides uselessly, now decided to rest on his lower back. Almost immediately, I felt one of his hands slipping under my head to pull it up to kiss me deeper and the other cupping my face. I caressed the smooth skin on his back as he began grinding against me.

My body was on fire. I wanted myself naked against him.

But he kept grinding and grinding, pulling away from my lips and looking down at the moaning mess that I had made of myself. If only it were our bare cocks against each other.

It was getting too much. I was desperate as fuck.

"Kaylen," I whimpered and then bit my lip, embarrassed. I must look like a slut.

"Have patience, Mr. Blake," he said with a broader smirk and then pecked my lip before getting off of me.

I groaned at the loss of contact before I felt his hands on my groin, making me gasp. He undid my pants and pulled them off. I blushed as I felt him checking my cock out as it poked from my briefs. Slowly, he peeled my briefs off too, letting my boner finally breathe as it sprung out.

"You're handsome," he complimented, looking up at me and I turned even redder.

I was waiting for him to take off my shirt too but when I felt a hot and wet chamber around my cock, I jumped.
He had taken all of me inside his mouth.

I clutched the sheets tight to hold myself in place as he bobbed his head slowly up and down my cock. He was giving me a pleasure I had never had.

I had never been blown before. But with him being my first, I don't think I would ever be able to get satisfied with anyone else again.

I was squirming in the bed, moaning out loud and hoping the neighbours didn't hear it.

"K-Kaylen, I'm going to--"

He pulled away immediately when I said that, leaving me right on my high. I wanted to cry with desperation. I wanted to cum so bad.

"What did I say about patience, Mr. Blake?" He said as he climbed back up to me, floating above me. I bit my lip and lowered my eyes in embarrassment. I wanted to do whatever he said.

I wanted to be his little toy.

I shivered at the thought and stared back up at him. He was looking so dominant that particular moment, it was so sexy. He used one of his hands to support himself and the other began to unbutton my shirt while I lay there patiently.

He flung my shirt open, his gaze going directly to one of my nipples. He bent down and wrapped his lips around it, making me suck a sharp breath. My fingers found their way into his hair as he sucked and kissed each of the buds. My whole body was ablaze and the lust had filled up to the brim, coming out in the form of tears in my eyes.

He moaned around my nipple, as if enjoying the taste and that set me off whimpering. When he had had his full, he pulled away and pecked my lip before quickly pulling his boxers off and making me look at his bold and erect member.

I licked my lip unconsciously. He crawled over to me till he was sitting on top of me with his knees on either sides of my neck and his magnificent cock hitting my lips. My mouth watered at the smooth texture of its head and I looked up at him for silent permission. He raised his eyebrows, as if asking me to hurry up and I didn't have to be gestured twice. I opened my mouth and engulfed the head, moaning as his pre-cum melted into my saliva.

I pulled my head up to take it inside further and his hands were quick to support my head from underneath. I took it in slowly, till it hit the back of my throat and then both of us moaned aloud. It was paradise.

I was about to pull away a little so I could push it in again, but before I could do that, his hands pulled my head up further, sliding his cock deeper into my throat. I choked.

I panicked, looking up at him with my eyes watering. He looked back down at me with a reassuring expression, putting me at ease immediately. I don't know why, but I trusted him.

So I gagged on his cock, breathing from my nose as he moaned and groaned, but kept his eyes carefully on me. It was like, I felt that nothing could go wrong if he was there.

Before I got used to it, he pulled out, leaving me coughing. He slid down and kissed my face repeatedly till I calmed.

He was hot and nice. What a catch.

"Just one simple rule, Mr. Blake. No strings attached."
His voice echoed in my head, reminding me of preventing myself from having any feelings towards the sex. It was just pleasure. Selfish pleasure and nothing else.

"Do you have lube?" He asked, getting off of the bed and bending down to pick up his discarded jeans.

"Y-yeah," I replied shakily, retrieving the bottle from the bedside drawer as he pulled out a condom from his wallet.

I watched him as he pulled it over his thick cock, my fingers clutching the lube bottle tighter. He was going to enter me. That thick, hard, huge thing was going inside my little butt-hole.

To say I was nervous would be the biggest understatement of my life.

"I know you're a virgin," His voice made me snap my gaze from his cock to his face. "I'll be gentle. But tell me if you want to stop. No promises that I would actually stop though." Then he chuckled when he saw my face. "Just kidding. Speak up, okay?"

I nodded in obedience, confusion still strong in my mind. What was I supposed to be- nervous or excited? As far as I knew, I was both.

He came back to bed, now spreading my legs and sitting between them and taking the lube from me.

"Just stop worrying. The first time is tough, but it's also the best." He said, taking some on his fingers and coating his condom with it. "Leaves you wanting more." He finished with a smirk.

I blushed. Whenever he smirked, it made me blush.

I gasped when I felt something cool enter my hole. He had put his lube coated middle finger inside. It went straight in, stretching my hole. I bit my lip as it stung a little. He then added another finger, making me hiss.

He continued fingering me for a while and at a point, the pain began turning to pleasure and I was now bucking my hips into his strokes. But before I could fully enjoy it, he pulled away, quickly replacing it with the head of his cock.

My eyes widened and my mouth fell open as the head accommodated itself inside me, stretching the rim of my hole and making it ache. This wasn't going to be easy.

Kaylen gave me the reassuring look again before slowly pushing further inside, making me scream in discomfort. He held both of my knees and pulled himself out a little, before pushing back in. I screamed again.

Tears were flowing down non-stop and I was constantly hoping that the pain would reside. But before I could get used to a particular length, he pushed some more into me. I continued to cry, closing my eyes so that I didn't see him looking at my pathetic virgin self. I'm sure he had had a lot of submissives who were wild with him in bed and gave him all sorts of pleasure. And I was just a useless, scared virgin who must've looked like a fool to him. I didn't know a thing.

I started crying even more. What had I landed myself into? I wasn't worth him.

"Fuck," I heard him whisper as he pushed all of himself inside me. "You're so tight, Mr. Blake." He moaned.

When I looked at him, his head was thrown back and his brows were furrowed in pleasure. He was breathing hard and was red all over.

He liked it.

That gave me a whole load of self-confidence. He could change my obdurateness about anything by simply being himself.

So, in that sudden hike in energy that I felt inside myself, I stretched my arms out to reach his neck. He saw me struggling and bent down, helping me wrap my arms around his neck as he started thrusting in and out inside me. It was aching and I was still crying but I now believed that I could endure it. I liked the thought of pleasuring him. I loved the thought of pleasuring him.

His thrusts became stronger and stronger till he was drilling into me like a machine and the pain to pleasure transition was happening again. A sudden hit to my prostate made me see stars and I cried aloud in pleasure. I didn't care if I could be heard down the block, I just wanted him to keep fucking me that way, keep fucking me till I passed out.

It felt like heaven to have him inside me; to think that there was a part of him that was moulding into mine. It gave me a sense of belonging. Like I belonged to him.

"Fuck," he cursed, increasing his speed and with it, the volume of my cries. He began stroking me along with his thrusts, we were both going to reach climax soon.

With his cock inside my hole like an additional member to my body and his hands stroking me so hard, I felt the build up inside me clearer than I ever had before.

"K-Kaylen, please," I cried. I wanted his best, I wanted his all. "I'm going to...Ahh! Please, fuck me harder."

"Fuck, I'm about to--"

He finished inside me. And I spurted it out on my stomach, crying out his name.

He dropped down beside me, both of us trying to catch our breath. I turned my head and looked at him as he lay there with his eyes closed. He looked so handsome. I was so proud of myself to have given him a good release.

"Mr. Blake," he spoke, opening his eyes and meeting mine directly, "When are we doing this again?"

And I could just kiss that boy.

A/N: 2357 words of smut. This is my own record breaker.

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