Ebony Castle

“Yes, you’re right. Skin contact is important too.”Tristan’s long fingers untied Doha’s knot, tossed the gown aside, and their bodies pressed tightly together. As Doha exhaled, they instinctively burrowed closer. It felt like coming in from the cold into the warm, glowing light of a fireplace, with their body unable to resist the urge to cling closer.“Hah, ah…”“Did you need me that much?”He asked in a low voice while lifting his body. His half-erect member brushed against Doha’s inner thighs.“Ugh-.”Doha tried to regain their senses, but their limbs were already pinned down. Tristan held Doha’s legs in a tangled position and began to move his hips, the thick tip of his penis rubbing against Doha’s genitals, scrotum, and sensitive inner thighs.“Ahh, ugh…”It was overwhelming. Doha couldn’t even look down, their grip tightening on Tristan’s shoulders, eyes squeezed shut. They thought they wouldn’t need to go as far as penetration with the little time they had, but the mood had already shifted that way. His hand slid underneath Doha’s hips, probing between the cheeks, and Tristan chuckled.“Did you prepare yourself down here?”“Earlier… because there’s no time. But still…”“Let’s see if you did it properly.”Kissing Doha’s nape, he quickly pushed his thumb inside. Despite the prior preparation, the tightness made it clear that Doha’s body was still contracting around him. He rotated his thumb inside, feeling the resistance, and lightly shook his head.“It’ll take a lot more stretching to fit me in.”To prove his point, Tristan’s large, thick member hung heavily between his thighs, coming into Doha’s view. Fear washed over them—how could that possibly fit, no matter how much they stretched?When Tristan returned with a round container in his hand, he scooped a generous amount of the white, opaque cream and thoroughly coated his three long fingers. They gleamed as they prepared for what was coming, making Doha flush with embarrassment, turning their head away.“I’ll widen you a bit more. Just bear with it.”“Huh…”His fingers dug in deeply, spreading the tight walls inside as if cutting with scissors. He soothed Doha’s trembling abdomen with gentle strokes, slipping his long fingers in and out of the entrance with ease.“Ah, ahh…”Doha could feel their body giving way. Every shallow breath came with a sharp sting, and when Tristan added a third finger, it became too overwhelming. Doha had to suppress the urge to push him away multiple times.Through Tristan’s shoulder, the clock came into view again. 1:26 a.m. Doha bit their lip, clutching at his shoulders.“Please… stop now.”“It must still hurt.”Even a subtle movement of the fingers inside caused a dull ache. Doha inhaled deeply and lifted their upper body.“I’ll turn over.”Tristan seemed to sigh. Doha, trembling from exhaustion, turned over and positioned themselves on the bed, their knees digging into the sheets. This position felt slightly less overwhelming than the others, a memory from before guiding their choice.Without being able to see what was happening behind them, Doha was startled when two pillows were placed under their abdomen. Tristan guided their posture gently from behind.“You need to lift your hips higher.”“Y-yes…”He gripped both sides of Doha’s raised hips firmly, kneading them as if to leave an imprint, then rubbed his fingers over the slickened gap between the cheeks. Doha twitched at the sensation, the feeling simultaneously subtle and arousing.“Hah!”It seemed he had emptied an entire bottle of lubricant, letting the cream drip in thick globs between the cheeks. He massaged it thoroughly until the cream melted into the skin, gathering Doha’s buttocks inward and pressing his thick shaft against the crack. Using the slippery gap to simulate sex, his movements became deliberate, the swollen head of his penis grazing the entrance with every stroke.“Take a deep breath.”Without warning, he aligned the head with the opening.“Hah—ugh!”Doha’s body jolted. The penetration was excruciating, like a red haze spreading before their eyes. Instinctively, they tried to pull away, but Tristan easily overpowered them, driving himself deeper with a single thrust.“Ahh, ugh, ahhh…”He moved slowly at first, as if trying to mold Doha’s insides to fit his size, thrusting with force. Doha gasped for air, struggling to breathe as their vision blurred and tears welled up. Why did their Neim have to be claimed by a man with such an overwhelming size? Even in their haze, Doha felt a surge of frustration.“You’re… so tight inside.”Tristan muttered through gritted teeth, his hand pressing down on Doha’s lower back. He skillfully targeted Doha’s Neim, brushing against it as he thrust deeper. When Doha’s body slackened slightly, he took the opportunity to push further.“This is… quite useful.”“Wait, th—.”Doha tried to plead through their numbed tongue for him to stop, but Tristan seemed not to hear. His thrusts became harsher, the thick member striking deep within, sending tremors through Doha’s body. Each collision against their sensitive Neim made them shudder uncontrollably, his hand persistently caressing it.“Ahh, ugh… ah…”Flashes of light filled Doha’s vision, the line between pain and pleasure blurring. They couldn’t control the noises escaping their throat anymore.Their fingers caught on the embroidered gold thread of the sheets. Before they could even register the pain, their wrist was seized.“Be careful with your hands.”Tristan’s voice came low as he held Doha’s wrist in place, pulling them onto his lap without removing himself. The feeling of something twisting deep inside made Doha want to cry.“Hold onto my neck.”“Hngh, ah—.”He draped Doha’s arms over his own neck like he was offering a handhold, and resumed moving his hips. Doha’s body trembled uncontrollably on his lap with every thrust. Each descent sent his thick shaft bulging against their taut belly. The over-stretched walls and entrance felt like they would tear apart.Doha clung to Tristan’s neck, as if trying to ward off the fear. The sheer intensity and rawness of it all had frozen their mind, rendering them thoughtless.Tristan’s lips brushed against the nape of their neck. Between his ragged breaths, he murmured in a hoarse voice.“Want me to finish in your mouth?”“Mmh… Ah…”“If I do that, the treatment might be less effective, right?”Doha shook his head and then nodded, unable to think about the treatment at all. Riding him with trembling legs, Doha begged.“Anywhere, just… please… please, quickly…!”Tristan sat Doha down again, burying his length to the hilt, and kissed Doha’s tear-stained eyes.“Alright, let’s do it in your mouth then. But only if you swallow it all.”“Mm… Ah…”The swollen shaft slipped out from between Doha’s cheeks. Tristan climbed on top of Doha, pressing him down onto the bed. The thick, reddish flesh filled Doha’s vision. It was so close that every vein standing out harshly was visible.He stared down at Doha, who blinked back at him, dazed. He rubbed the slick length against Doha’s soft cheek, then against his closed lips.“Open your mouth.”“Mmff…”The sour scent of precum mixed with his body odor. As soon as Doha opened his mouth, the thick tip filled his mouth completely, pressing down to his throat. After a few rough thrusts, Tristan buried his head deep into Doha’s throat and climaxed. Doha swallowed frantically, forcing down the sticky fluid that flooded his mouth.“Gah… Mm…”Even after finishing, Tristan didn’t pull out, continuing to thrust lazily, as if savoring the aftermath. Doha, unable to take it any longer, looked up at him, shaking his head weakly.Tristan looked down at him for a moment before finally pulling out. Doha coughed several times, weakly crawling back on his knees.“…Huff… ah…”His throat and the corners of his lips burned as if they would tear, and his jaw wouldn’t quite close properly. While he was catching his breath, Tristan had already fetched a wet towel from the bathroom. Doha lay there blankly as Tristan gently wiped between his legs.It wasn’t until the sound of running water started again that Doha snapped out of it. He shakily stood up and picked up his discarded robe, putting it on. It was already 1:41 AM. Tristan would need to return to work soon.A thought crossed Doha’s mind: What if he left without saying goodbye? Doha took a few steps toward the bedroom door. Leaning against the doorframe, he blinked heavily, waiting.The water stopped. Soon, the door with gold accents swung open, and Tristan appeared, shirt unbuttoned. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Doha standing at the threshold of the bedroom.“Why are you standing there instead of resting?”“…..”His tone was as soft as it was back at the estate, and his gaze was just as gentle. The man who had been looking at him with a slight frown walked over to him in long strides. Doha, still leaning against the doorframe, looked up at him.“I didn’t think it would hurt you enough to make you cry.”He murmured in a low voice, lightly touching the corner of Doha’s eyes. The faint scent of the hotel’s body wash lingered close.“Your hands… they’re not hurt, are they?”“No.”His hand slid down and gently took Doha’s, raising it. As Tristan carefully examined Doha’s fingers, Doha swallowed the words he had been meaning to say. Tristan was already late for his next meeting. They’d be seeing each other again soon for the next treatment anyway.As if to confirm the delay, Tristan’s phone began to ring again. Still focused on Doha’s hand, Tristan grabbed the phone from the table and turned off the sound without even glancing at it.Following his lead, Doha sat on the sofa. Tristan sat on the edge of the low table in front of him, still holding Doha’s hand in his palm. Doha’s knees were nestled between Tristan’s parted legs.“How’s the practice going?”He asked quietly.“…It’s going well, though not always smoothly. But I’m working on it steadily.”“That sounds like you.”Tristan smiled, finally letting go of Doha’s hand. Doha found himself staring up at him. His sharp eyebrows, the cool curve of his eyes—they softened ever so slightly.“Tristan.”He called his name and paused. The phone on the table came into view—calls from his secretary were coming in without stopping.Tristan didn’t pay any attention to the phone, keeping his focus on Doha’s face. His careful gaze traveled from Doha’s furrowed brow to his reddened nose, and then to his lips. It felt as though he was memorizing each feature one by one. After a moment, Tristan dropped his head slightly and chuckled softly.“Seeing you here reminds me that I haven’t lost my mind.”He released Doha’s knees from between his legs and stood up. As he straightened his shirt and fastened the buttons with smooth fingers, he asked suddenly, as though he’d just remembered something.“Did you read the contract that Lowell sent you?”“Oh… yes, I did. But…”“You don’t like it?”“No. It’s… more than generous.”“Then how about signing with my company?”His tone was so casual that it was hard to believe he had told his secretary not to pressure him. Doha stared at him in disbelief. Tristan met his gaze, pausing while adjusting his tie, his handsome face lazily grinning. Doha wondered if anyone could possibly turn him down when faced with that expression.Looking away didn’t help. His white face was still imprinted on the inside of Doha’s eyelids, as if casting a spell. In the end, Doha swallowed a sigh and replied slowly.“Yes. I’ll sign the contract and send it back.”“Good.”Tristan smiled, satisfied. Once dressed and groomed, he was the same Tristan Locke Doha had seen in the lobby. It seemed like no one in the office would ever guess what he had just been doing at the hotel.The phone on the table continued to ring silently. For a brief moment, a deep weariness crossed his pale face.“I have a meeting waiting for me, so I really must go.”“…Yes.”“Feel free to rest in the bedroom. You can stay as long as you like.”Doha stood up as well, unsure how far he should escort him. Leaning against the arm of the sofa, he quietly watched Tristan walk away toward the door.“See you in two days.”The man turned back at the door and said briefly. Doha nodded.As the echo of the closed door faded, Doha thought: had thirty minutes ever felt so short? It was almost 2 AM when he checked the clock. All the things left unsaid finally rose up his throat, filling his mouth with regret.