Derek cried out, the sensation of fullness almost overwhelming as he strained against the ropes that held him down.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Derek whimpered, his voice shaking with pleasure. “Just like that, Dean.”

Dean didn’t need any further encouragement. His hips pistoned furiously, the slap of his flesh against Derek’s sending a deliciously filthy sound ringing through the room. Each thrust hit a spot deep inside Derek that sent waves of pleasure crashing through him, threatening to drown him in their intensity.

His body arched off the table, straining against the ropes that bound him as they dug into his skin. Derek screamed, his voice reverberating off the stone walls of the underground lair. “Harder, Dean! More!”

Dean obliged, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of Derek’s slick channel with ease. With each thrust, he could feel himself getting closer to the edge, the tension building in his balls as he held back his release.

Derek begged for more, his body burning with the fire of desire.

“Jesus Christ, Derek, you’re so fucking tight,” Dean gasped, sweat dripping from his brow.

His muscles tensed as he buried himself deep inside Derek, his balls slapping against his lover’s ass. The sensation of Dean’s cock inside of him, filling him completely, was driving Derek wild. He couldn’t help but cry out with each thrust, his body writhing on the table as he pulled against the silk scarves that bound him.

The friction of Dean’s cock against sensitive nerve endings sent his mind reeling with pleasure.

“Christ, you’re so fucking tight,” Dean growled, sweat beading on his brow as he gripped Derek’s hips.

Their eyes met, and Derek saw the raw desire in Dean’s gaze. It was a heady feeling, being desired so intensely. He felt wanted, desired, and it only fueled his own passion.

Their bodies moved in a primal rhythm as they sought their pleasure.

Dean’s hips slammed into Derek’s over and over, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the room. He could feel the familiar tension building in his balls, the fire in his stomach growing hotter by the second. The scent of sweat and sex filled the air, making him dizzy with desire.

Derek was incoherent, his moans and screams blending together in a symphony of pure pleasure. His wrists strained against the scarves that bound him to the table, his legs wrapped tightly around Dean’s waist as he bucked his hips upwards.

Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, his cock trapped between their sweat-slicked chests.

“Fuck, Derek, you’re gonna make me cum,” Dean groaned, his fingers digging into Derek’s hips.

Derek’s breath hitched, his heart racing in his chest as he felt the familiar pressure building deep in his groin.

“Do it, Dean,” he gasped, his nails clawing at the table beneath him.

“Come for me, let me feel it.”

Dean’s hips stuttered, the friction of his cock against Derek’s prostate sending him spiraling over the edge.

His orgasm ripped through him like a thunderbolt, setting off a series of explosions that seemed to shatter his very core. He cried out, the sound a broken gasp as he emptied himself into Derek’s waiting body.

Derek felt the hot rush of cum filling him up, the sensation only serving to intensify his own pleasure.

His whole body shuddered as he came undone beneath Dean, his own orgasm tearing through him.

As they came down from their high, their breaths mingled in the space between them. Dean’s eyes met Derek’s, and he smiled down at him, a lazy, satisfied grin. Derek returned the smile, his heart swelling with affection and gratitude.

But the night wasn’t over yet.

Dean pulled out slowly, a moan escaping Derek’s lips at the sensation.

Dean then flopped down beside him on the table, both men panting heavily as they caught their breath.

“Fuck,” Derek breathed, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “That was…I can’t even.”

Dean chuckled, resting his head on Derek’s chest. “Good?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Derek replied, his fingers tracing patterns on Dean’s sweat-slicked skin.

They lay there for a few moments, enjoying the post-coital glow.

Chapter 6 2nd cumming

He lazily trailed his fingers up Derek’s torso, lingering on his sensitive nipples, watching as the smaller man gasped and squirmed beneath him.

He leaned down, capturing Derek’s swollen lips in a deep kiss. Their tongues danced together, tasting each other, exploring the familiar yet always exciting terrain of their mouths.

“I’ll be right back,” Dean murmured against Derek’s lips, reluctantly breaking the kiss

Derek nodded, his eyes heavy-lidded with post-orgasmic bliss.

Dean climbed off the table, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he padded over to the bathroom. The tiled floor was cold under his bare feet, a stark contrast to the warmth of his own body. He stepped inside the bathroom, intending to wash up, but not before catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His hair was wildly disheveled, his eyes bright and intense, and a bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face, catching the light in a way that made him look like some sort of Greek god.

His muscular body was streaked with sweat and marked with the evidence of their lovemaking, which only served to make him look even more sinfully desirable.

As he washed his hands, Dean took a moment to admire himself in the mirror, feeling a surge of pride and satisfaction at the sight of his own reflection. He had always prided himself on his physique, but knowing that he had pleasured Derek to the point of exhaustion only made him feel more powerful, more virile, and more irresistible.

As Dean stepped back into the dimly lit room, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction at the sight before him. Derek lay sprawled on the table, his muscular body slick with sweat, the curve of his hips and the softness of his belly a stark contrast to the hard lines of his arms and chest. His eyes were closed, his mouth slack, and his breath came in slow, languid sighs.

Dean approached the table, a wicked grin on his face, and leaned over Derek’s prone form.

He trailed his fingers lightly down Derek’s chest, circling his navel and dipping lower, tracing the outline of his cock and watching as it stirred to life beneath his touch.

“Looks like someone’s ready for round two,” Dean murmured, his voice low and sultry.

Derek peeled his eyes open, a sleepy, sated smile spreading across his face as he looked up at Dean.

“Always,” he replied, his voice a husky whisper.

“I’m yours for the taking, Dean. Whenever, wherever.”

Those words sent a thrill of possessiveness coursing through Dean’s veins. He loved the way Derek surrendered himself to him, how he trusted him completely. It was a heady feeling, one that only served to fuel his desire even further.

Without a word, he climbed back onto the table, positioning himself between Derek’s legs. He ran his hands up and down his partner’s thighs, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his fingertips.

Derek’s legs spread wider, inviting him in. Dean leaned down, his lips brushing against the soft skin of Derek’s inner thigh. His stubble scraped against the sensitive flesh, making Derek gasp.

Dean’s tongue snaked out, tracing a path up Derek’s thigh, getting closer and closer to his goal. Derek’s cock twitched with anticipation, the head already glistening with precum. Dean could smell the musky scent of sex, and it only served to turn him on even more.

He trailed his tongue higher up Derek’s thigh, teasing and tantalizing him with every movement. Derek was writhing beneath him, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Dean let out a low chuckle and finally closed the distance, wrapping his lips around Derek’s hard, throbbing cock. He sucked him deep into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head and tasting every inch of him. Derek’s hands found their way to Dean’s head, grasping at his hair and pulling him deeper.

Dean moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through Derek’s body.

“Oh, fuck, Dean, that feels so good,” Derek gasped, his hips arching off the table.

Dean took the cue and began to move faster, his head bobbing up and down as he sucked and licked every inch of Derek’s shaft. Pre-cum dripped from the tip, and Dean greedily lapped it up, savoring the salty taste.

Derek’s body quivered, goosebumps breaking out on his skin.

“Dean, I’m gonna cum,” Derek warned, his voice tight with pleasure.

Dean redoubled his efforts, wanting nothing more than to taste Derek’s release. It wasn’t long before Derek’s entire body tensed, then spasmed in release.

Dean swallowed every drop, feeling the warmth of it fill his mouth.

As he climbed off Derek, Dean couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction.

He had just given Derek one of the best orgasms of his life, and he knew it. But Dean wasn’t done yet. He had plans for Derek, and they involved exploring every inch of his body and pushing his boundaries.

Still naked, Dean walked over to the shelf and picked up a small container of lube, a flogger, and a pair of handcuffs. Derek watched him with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, wondering what Dean had in store for him next.

He had just given this man the ride of his life, and they still had so much more to explore together.

“I’ll be right back,” Dean said, before disappearing into the adjoining bathroom.

Derek lay back, catching his breath as he basked in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking. He looked around the room, admiring the various sex toys and equipment that Dean had at his disposal. It was the ultimate playground for the sexually adventurous.

Dean’s sex dungeon was decked out with every BDSM toy and gadget one could imagine. The soundproofed room was dimly lit, casting long shadows over the various stations set up throughout.

A St. Andrew’s Cross dominated one corner, its intricate design inviting those who wished to be bound and displayed for their partner’s pleasure. A spanking bench sat nearby, its leather surface whispering tales of bottoms bared and punished.

“Come with me Derek”