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“Are you sure you actually want this, Chris?”
Piers was stood beside the bed half-dressed in only his boxers and looking nervous. His constant fears he might actually hurt the invincible Chris Redfield only ever made Chris smile. It was so nice, for a change, to have somebody who wanted to treat him with gentleness and respect. Even if sometimes he maybe wanted things a little filthier.
Chris was sat on the edge of the bed, fully nude, and took Piers’ hands in his own firmly.
“You don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable with it, pup. We can do it like normal.”
“No– I mean, I…” Piers grinned sheepishly. “I’m interested… just… it’s a bit intense. I don’t wanna make a mistake.”
Chris kissed Piers’ hands. “You won’t. And if you do, I probably won’t even notice it. I’m the one who should be ashamed for wanting it.” He looked at Piers’ hands. Worn and wonderful from all his hard work. It was enough for Chris to sigh with longing. “You’ve just got the most beautiful hands, Piers.”
Piers Nivans blushed, and Chris knew he’d won.
“Okay,” the lieutenant exhaled steadily, “fuck… i’m horny. Let’s do it.”
Chris made himself comfortable chest-down on the bed, his ass elevated as he knelt in a downward-frog pose, relaxing as much as he could in the low light of the hotel room. Wondering briefly if the BSAA had any idea that he and his lieutenant had been using these ‘business’ trips for anything but.
The snap of the vinyl elbow-length gloves had Chris’ stomach clench in anticipation, and he groaned on instinct as Piers knelt behind him and put a smooth gloved palm on his ass.
Piers squeezed it, his fingertips sliding in toward the central point until they connected with the plug already in place. Two strong fingers hooked under the flanged end of the metal plug, and very gently, the younger man began to pull it free.
It was almost too easy how Chris’ well prepped asshole dilated, stretching itself open as the large plug slipped free. Excess lube dribbling out and down the back of his balls as his slight gape fluttered. He could feel himself clenching on air, and Piers’ two fingers entering him wasn’t nearly enough.
“Fuck…” Piers muttered, “fuck, you’re so loose Captain…”
They’d never done this before. Piers had no idea what a size-queen Chris was. It had been something he’d tried to hide for so long, but Chris had wanted it so badly that he’d been brave and finally asked for it. Even if it was humiliating.
Two fingers easily turned into four. Piers’ fingers sliding in and out of his soaked hole and spreading it as wide as he could.
Chris smiled as he peered back to see Piers’ face tight in concentration.
“You’re doing so good Piers,” he soothed him, pushing his hips back against Piers’ hand. “I can take it, don’t make me beg for it.”
“Yes, sir.” Piers tucked his thumb into his palm, and began at last to gently push all five fingers into Chris’ hole. He applied more lube and tried again. The slick vinyl slid in smoothly, but he had to push before the widest point of his fist was swallowed into Chris’ rectum. He only gave Chris up to his wrist before he paused to allow him to adjust.
Chris grunted softly. Piers’ fist felt huge inside of him. Pushing against his insides, holding so far open it ached beautifully. He felt so wet, so soft, so full… he let his hand creep down to his cock now fully thick with blood and passion, and began to slowly, slowly jerk himself off as he gently rode back onto Piers’ wrist.
“God that’s fucking good… fuck me, Piers, nice and slow.”
Piers made a soft sound somewhere between an impossibly horny grunt of agreement and a moan of jealousy. He’d always been so used to using his cock, it was likely torture for him to be denied now.
Piers’ hand pulled gently out, stretching Chris’ hole out beautifully, before he pushed back inside again. Carefully fist-fucking his Captain, and pulling out all the way to apply more sticky silicon lube before sinking his fist back in again. The noises growing sloppier, juicier with each plunge. Until there was hardly any resistance at all, and Chris’ body swallowed up Piers’ manly hand without issue.
“How is it, Chris?”
“S’good…” Chris groaned into the pillow, punishing himself with slow strokes as Piers’ fist began to sink deeper and deeper with each gentle punch. “You’re so good, Piers…”
Piers’ other hand was busy too. Chris could tell by his breathing that the younger man was playing with himself as he worked Chris’ hole. It was a good sign.
“Does it turn you on, pup? Seein’ me like this?”
“Mmh…”
Chris began to push his hips back again, easily sliding himself further and further onto Piers’ forearm. Until Piers’ punches were so deep his fist didn’t even need to leave Chris’ hole to move back and forth. Thrusting into his unresisting guts until Chris began to grunt at the slight painful ache of such deep, large penetration.
“Sorry–”
“No, no,” Chris almost begged in his low groan, “keep it there–... Piers…”
“Captain…” Piers whispered hungrily, thrusting his arm into Chris a little quicker as the older man continued to ride it. “You’re too fucking hot…”
The sound of Piers pumping himself encouraged Chris to do the same. Rubbing his cock quicker as he melted into strings of incoherent groans and whines, focused intensely on the sensation of his handsome lover hollowing him out with his beautiful hands. The ruination of his hole, the ache, the pleasure.
“Fuck— i’m gonna cum…” Piers groaned. And before Chris could even command him, his lieutenant’s hand retracted until only the fist remained at the rim, stretched out wide enough for Piers to shunt his cock into it, and fuck his own hand in Chris’ overstretched hole. Several quick, brutal shunts, and then Chris felt it.
Pump after endless pump of something warm shot into his fluttering, gaping insides. Piers growling with each shoot of release as he fucked his own fist, filling up his Captain with every last drop of his hot, copious cum. That had once been Piers’ own shame – his hyperspermia causing him to release so much that each creampie could almost fill a pint bottle. And Chris loved it.
He came too with a shudder of fantastic pleasure, savouring the feeling of Piers still cumming. His insides baptised with his handsome lieutenant’s creamy excess. It felt so good to feel so well used by Piers, to take him so deep into his body, to take every drop of his seed. It was far easier than trying to swallow it all, anyway.
Piers was shaking by the time he’d spent himself. And as he finally pulled his fist free from Chris’ hole, it was followed by a nasty splooge of lube and cum and trapped air from the punches. Along with a squirt of thick cum.
“Plug,” Chris mumbled.
Piers obeyed. Closing the Captain’s cummy gaping hole (to evade any further mess) before exhaustedly laying down beside him to finally breathe.
Chris moved over toward him, and pulled him into an embrace. Holding his shaking lover in their shared post-orgasm bliss.
“You did so good, Piers,” Chris whispered into his ear, planting several soft kisses below the lobe and against the back of his neck. “How was it for you?”
“I think I liked it too much, sir,” Piers joked, relaxing into Chris’ kisses and chest as he was held preciously by his older lover. “You’re so sexy… I thought I was gonna cum in my pants when we started.”
“Mmh… I wouldn’t’ve minded,” Chris chuckled, still laying kisses on every inch of Piers’ neck and shoulders. “Thanks for playing along with my weird request, puppy. Sorry for being a fuckin’ pervert sometimes…”
“Chris, you know i’d do anything for you.”
“That’s what i’m afraid of.”
Piers turned his head back, and Chris kissed his plush, warm lips.
“I just love fucking you, Captain,” Piers whispered against his lips, “you make me realise how much I like being nasty.”
Chris growled in his throat as he kissed him again. So full of Piers’ cum and love that he could almost feel the pheromones trying to stir his cock up again. He was so lucky to have Piers, so lucky that he never had to be ashamed of what he liked. That Piers wanted to learn.
“You’re god-damn unreal, Piers,” he chuckled, “you make me so horny I can’t control myself.”
Piers smiled, and held Chris’ hand, letting it drag down past his cock, his balls…
“If you want, sir…” he murmured, “seems only fair…”
Chris’ fingertips gently touched Piers’ less-used hole. Still so tight and untrained. Still so un-used to anal sex that Chris was yet to be able to fit his hole cock into him. Not that he minded. Piers wanted to learn, and Chris was nothing if not a patient teacher.
“How can such a dangerous man be so sexy?” Chris teased, his fingertip lightly tracing the rim of Piers’ hole.
Piers kissed him again, and then added a little more seriously; “your cock, not your hand please, Captain–”
Chris laughed, and kissed Piers’ neck once more. “Of course, pup. You’re a long way off from my level.”
“I learn quick…”
“Yeah?” Chris murmured, reaching back for the lube, “for now Piers, I wanna just make love to you. That okay?”
Piers sighed pleasurably, and pushed his tight ass back against Chris’ already restiffening cock. “I’d love that, Chris. More than anything.”