(Im)patient, part 2

"Why are you covering your bandage with that cling film?" Can asked. "Are you going to have a shower?"

"Not yet," Tin said, humming to himself, and taped up the last side to his stomach. He was lying on the bed, propped comfortably against the pillows.

"What, then?"

"Come here, bring the lube," was all Tin said. 

It was all Tin had to say for Can to get hard. They hadn't had any sex at all in the past three days and both were going crazy with pent up energy. Tin had managed to hurt himself in their first session at home after all. Not badly enough to impede his recovery, but his stomach had been sore enough that they had been careful since then. Tin had offered to satisfy Can in some way, but he had refused, looking at Tin's cock longingly.

"If you can't have any, I won't have any," Can had said, and Tin had fallen in love with him all over again.

"That is the nicest thing you have ever said to me, besides 'husband' and 'I love you'," Tin had said softly.

But now... Can was so ready for some action. He was back on the bed in seconds, grasping the lube in his sweaty hand. "Where do you want me?"

"Like the last time, straddling me, ass facing me, no touching me anywhere."

Can climbed on the bed, eager to obey, his cock already leaking. Tin had to suppress a chuckle at his eagerness, but in truth he wasn't faring much better. His shorts were already getting tight.

"Wait, on second thought, pull off my shorts first."

Can obeyed eagerly, and he whimpered softly when he saw that Tin was already hard, too. "I want you inside me."

"Not yet, babe. But I promise you will feel good."

Pouting, Can took the position. "Wait, what about the butt plug?"

"We won't need it," Tin answered, merrily lubing up his fingers.

"Huh?"

"You'll see. Now shut up."

Tin started carefully, lubing Can's tight, pliant hole with his expert fingers, flicking his fingertips over the sensitive skin around the bud. Can's soft whine made him relent, and he pushed one finger inside, working it in and out slowly, then added the second one. Can's butt arched, bucking a little against the fingers, trying to get them to touch his prostate.

"Tin...!"

Tin purred, and shifted his fingers a little, stroking that tight bundle of nerves directly now. His thumb was rubbing Can's perineum, so that his fingers were almost pinching Can from both sides, moving in concert, and Can shuddered. Even though Tin had fingered him many times before, he was not prepared for what came next.

Usually Tin worked his fingers rather slowly, concentrating on rubbing the gland inside him directly, in twirling motions, but now he kept his fingers stiff, only slightly curved and started to move them fast in and out.

Can mewled, and Tin only increased the pace. He was finger fucking Can fast now, his fingers jabbing into his prostate with each quick thrust, and white lights flashed behind Can's eyes.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Tin...! Fuck! Fuck! Oh shit! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Tin smiled at his reaction and increased the speed. He had realised long ago that Can was very sensitive there, and always made sure to stimulate Can internally. But it had always been slow, so he wasn't quite prepared for Can's intense pleasure from this fast and furious version. And Can... he was overwhelmed by how it felt, the relentless, fast jabs quite unlike anything he had ever felt before, and he couldn't help the string of pleas and curses flowing from his lips as his pleasure escalated. 

Then Tin went even faster, and Can lost it. He pushed against the fingers driving him mad, and convulsed, his cum splattering all over Tin, resting underneath him. Tin's fingers kept up their work, and Can's kept on cumming, slumping a little, his breath hard gasps. Tin's eyes glowed as he looked at his boy, his legs shaking uncontrollably, his tight bud clenching around his fingers.

"So pretty, baby... so hot..." Tin murmured.

Rather than stop, like Can might have expected, Tin grabbed his hip with his other hand to keep him immobile, and continued the furiously fast pace inside him, his thumb still rubbing his perineum at the same speed, adding small side by side flicking motions there.

Can's bucked and spurted cum again, and Tin wondered whether it was still the first orgasm, or a new one. Can was beyond speech at that point, his body shaking madly, his hips bucking, and Tin wasn't sure if he was trying to escape the intense feelings, or begging for more. Tin grabbed him harder, and angled his fingers a little more for more direct impact and Can cried out. There was no doubt this time what Can was having, as his whole body clenched and he sprayed cum all over Tin's chest.

"Fuuuucckkk!!" Can screamed, when Tin's fingers didn't let off, and he kept on spurting, launching into a new shaking orgasm straight away. His head flopped on Tin's thigh, and Tin could feel the helpless gasps and grunts he was making on his leg as he spurted out his cum. But like the good boy he was, Can didn't even try to pull away. It was too intense, but Can was still cumming, and he wouldn't have been able to pull away from the intense stimulation even if he had wanted to.

"Can't stop... can't stop cumming..." Can panted, and convulsed with yet another one, his tight bud clenching hard around Tin's fingers, making Tin's cock jump eagerly.

Tin watched in awe as Can bucked and twitched, his legs shaking constantly now, his back alternatively arching and bowing, like a ship at sea, as each new orgasm shook him. He was intensely envious of Can at that moment, as his body wasn't built for the kind of multiple orgasms Can was capable of. He kept going, and Can kept cumming, until finally he couldn't go on anymore.

"Please... no more... peaches, Tin... peaches..." Can gasped, able to only quiver limply with his latest climax. Obeying their safe word, Tin immediately slowed down, and then stopped, pulling his fingers out of Can slowly.

"Had enough?" Tin asked, his voice playful.

"Fuck, Tin..." Can said weakly, not able to move from his ass up, face down position over Tin. "What was that?!"

"Finger fucking," Tin said, a little smugly.

"Where did you learn that?!"

"Online. I was looking for something I could do to make you cum without exerting myself too much, and well, it worked. Come now, babe, turn around. Carefully."

Can raised himself up with shaking arms, and managed to turn around without kneeing Tin in the face, or flopping on his belly, which was quite an achievement. He flopped on Tin's side, his head on Tin's shoulder, and lay there, panting and trembling for a long while.

"Was it good?"

"It was... it was... whoo!" Can finally exclaimed.

Tin chuckled. "You're welcome."

"You're covered in cum," Can finally said lazily.

"I lost count on how many times you came," Tin said.

"You don't have to sound so damn pleased with yourself," Can said, but he couldn't really muster even mock anger.

"Oh, but I am. I satisfied my lover again and again. What could be a greater accomplishment?"

Can looked at him and then smiled. "I agree." Can's powers of recovery being what they were, he was ready for some reciprocity, and shifted lower until he lay between Tin's legs, staring at his trembling erection. "I'm going to make you cum so hard," he promised. "Don't move."

Tin stroked Can's sweaty hair lovingly as Can grasped his cock by the root, and licked the tip like it was his favourite dessert. "You're already wet," Can said, and licked his lips. "Tastes good..."

Knowing Tin couldn't cum the same way he did himself, Can had something else in mind to increase his pleasure. Making him wait. 

With a sigh of pleasure, Can took the tip of Tin's cock into his mouth and french kissed it. There was no other word for it. He moved his lips and his tongue like Tin's cock was his mouth, his eyes closed, making soft moans in his throat. There was no doubt how much Can enjoyed it, and that for Tin was the greatest turn on of all. It was incredibly erotic, and almost too much already for Tin, who was already unbearably aroused. His fingers tightened involuntarily in Can's hair, and Can opened his eyes, and locked them on Tin's as he kept up lavishing love on the tip of his cock.

"More, Can," Tin said hoarsely, but Can just smiled around the cock in his mouth. He was going to make this last. He let the tip fall out of his mouth over Tin's vocal protests, and licked both of his palms, bringing them on Tin's shaft, his tongue lapping up the pre-cum pearling at the tip. His hands pleasured Tin slowly, his tongue swiped around his head teasingly, and it was not enough. Tin couldn't even lift his hips into Can's mouth and his own helplessness was making every lick feel more intense.

Then Can licked his way down to Tin's balls and swirled his tongue there, nibbling the loose skin, before sucking each testicle in his mouth at a time. Tin's needy begging fell on deaf ears, and Can teased him there mercilessly.

When Tin went from begging to cursing, Can finally swallowed Tin's cock into his mouth, working it in slowly until his nose was pressed against Tin's pubes, the head of his cock tickling his throat. Tin's reaction made Can happy all over again that he had learned how to do this, and he hummed deep in his throat, sucking Tin slowly. Tin was going crazy, his whole body tingling, his balls drawing close to his body in anticipation of his release.

Helpless huffs and involuntary shudders warned Can that Tin was about to cum, and he immediately stopped and lifted his head off Tin's cock.

"Can...! Fuck! Come back, now!" Tin cried with despair, his orgasm rudely robbed from him. Then Tin felt Can lift his butt gently, and his tongue lap at his quivering hole. "Fuuuuccckkk...!" Tin cried hoarsely, the feeling exquisitely intimate, but he knew from before it wouldn't be enough for him to cum. And he needed to cum so desperately, his vision was growing dark around the edges. "Can, please...!"

The tongue in his ass paid no attention to Tin's desperate pleas, but continued to pleasure him there slowly, until it pushed as deep inside him as it went. The wriggling tongue inside his hole made Tin growl desperately, the stimulation both too much and not enough at all.

Just when Tin thought he would actually go mad, Can's mouth enveloped his cock again, letting out a growly purr that made Tin's cock vibrate. Tin sobbed with relief, and he tried to lie still as Can swallowed him all again, his throat convulsing around the head of his cock again and again.

It felt so good, Tin's eyes were actually leaking. "Please..." he sobbed brokenly, and Can took pity on him.

The slick hands came to play again, and Can bobbed his head in an increasing pace, working Tin's cock in his mouth, his hands latching onto every inch of the cock that wasn't in his mouth. At times the mouth disappeared fully, only for his hands to take over, milking the tip, then the mouth swallowed him again.

Tin had lost his voice by then, and he could only gasp again and again as Can's mouth and hands owned him. Can could feel Tin's whole body start to tremble, and he swallowed his cock fully again, sucking hard now, eagerly, and Tin knew he wouldn't stop.

Tin hung on the edge of his climax for a long moment, his orgasm building and building, until Can's hand grabbed his testicles and squeezed just right, and he fell over the edge. It really felt like Tin was falling into an abyss, his whole body weightless with the force of his climax, the release such intense relief and pleasure. Can's hands were on his hips, holding him tight as a precaution and he swallowed all of the hot cum Tin was spurting deep into his mouth. Tin struggled for breath, and to keep still, Can swallowing his cum until he had wrung out every last drop. Tin slumped limply on the bed, not knowing at what point his muscles had all tensed up, and Can released his cock from his mouth slowly, until he finally kissed the head and let it rest on his stomach.

It was only when Can snuggled to his side carefully that Tin came to, and realised that Can hadn't cum. He wasn't even hard.

"Can, are you alright?"

"I came so many times earlier, I can't even get hard anymore," Can said, knowing immediately why Tin asked him that.

Tin made a concerned sound in his throat and Can chuckled. "I'm sure I will be back to normal tomorrow. So, how was the most intense orgasm of your life?"

"That wasn't..." Tin protested weakly, but then had to concede. "It was mind blowing."

"You deserved it," Can hummed, pleased.

"Your mouth is magical," Tin murmured.

"I thought that was my ass," Can said, pouting.

"Your ass... is heaven. I mean it. I hope when I die, I get to crawl in there and stay there forever."

Can's face went slack with shock, then he burst into laughter, doubling over. When his mirth had waned to snorts, he looked at Tin with wet eyes. "That was sweet... and super gross. And you seem to want to die before me."

"I better. Because I can't live without you," Tin said softly, and stroked Can's hair lovingly.

"Me either. Die together?"

"In a mutual, screaming orgasm at the age of 107. Yes."

"We have a plan," Can said with a happy giggle.

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A/N:

There's one more part to this short story line, coming in a few days. Hope you enjoyed it!