Free A Place for Cliff by Talon p.s.

mostly out of desperation for deep penetration.
    Pyotr moved up on his knees straddled over Cliff’s legs and rubbed his cock in between his cheeks, letting his hard shaft slip against the crevice in the oil. Just letting Cliff get a feel for his length against his body. It felt so good, even better with Cliff rocking back into him. He loved an active bottom, though he wouldn’t expect a lot out of Cliff not in the beginning. It would take him some time to discover a comfortable rhythm, but it still felt incredible, sliding against his tight ass, watching him push back, silently begging for more.
    “What do you need?” Pyotr whispered grinding harder against him.
    Cliff pushed back even more, had Pyotr allowed the tip of his shaft to line up, he would have made it slide to the hilt already. “I want that inside me. Fucking me” He gasped.
    “Give me a safe word.”
    “Green.”
    Pyotr moved back some, grabbed one of the pillows folded it in half then lifted Cliff’s hips and stuffed it under him, keeping his buttocks lifted perfectly for him. He tore open one of the foils and rolled the condom down his shaft. He stroked himself a few times, than gripping his cock at the base, he lined it up til it was just right with Cliff’s tight little hole. He eased up against him, the swollen cap of his rod pressing its way through the tight muscle ring. Cliff hissed underneath him and he paused letting his lover’s body adjust a moment before lowering into him further. His whole body tensed up and Pyotr pulled back.
    “No. Don’t stop.”
    “It won’t be any good for either of us if I hurt you.” Pyotr laid down the law with him. But was soon stroking over Cliff’s hole with a slicked finger teasing the pucker to relax against him and soon after pushed in. Cliff let out a heavy moan wallowing in the inner contact and pushed back a small amount and Pyotr rewarded him with a deeper penetration. He stroked him a few times then added a second finger and spread them as they moved in and out, stretching him open to take him easier. Pyotr crooked his fingers inside him and caught his prostate with them. Cliff let out far more than a gasp this time and his hips jerked under him.
    Cliff’s head was swimming. He felt drunk, he was so damn needy right then, that Pyotr was taking his time was about to drive him insane. His fingers—how they seemed to know right were to go finding a sweet spot he had no idea he had. It was so good he wanted more of it. He rocked back on the other man’s fingers gaining a deeper penetration and hopefully convincing Pyotr he really was ready. “Damn it—” Cliff gasped when Pyotr’s fingers lodged up in his ass stroked over his prostate again. “Please.”
    Pyotr rolled off his legs and Cliff thought for sure he was going to freak on him,
    “Get up and stand between the bed and the dresser.” Pyotr gave firm instructions as he sat down on the edge of the bed himself and stretched his legs out a bit. Cliff jumped up not wanting to waste any more time, he stood at the side of the bed and let Pyotr guide him until he was standing straddled over his legs facing the mirror on his dresser.
    “Put your hands on the dresser.”
    Cliff did as Pyotr instructed bending over and propping his weight on his hands gripping the edge. He stared at his own reflection then to Pyotr’s who peered around his side watching their reflection together. He was leaning back on straight arms, his legs stretched out between his own and then he felt the first kiss of Pyotr’s cock against his puckered hole.
    Aligning the head of his cock, Pyotr gently eased in, slowly stretching Cliff’s hole. The tight ring of muscle resisting, but as Cliff willed himself to relax, his body adjusted allowing Pyotr to slide in further feeding the length of his shaft into his lover’s body. Oh fuck . Cliff’s jaw clenched to stifle a guttural moan and his fingers curled into the edge of the dresser til his knuckles went white.  His