Part 5.

He heard Chester’s breathing grow more laboured as he continued further, eventually finding the small puckered opening he was searching for. He heard the hitch from above and stopped there, tongue slowly bathing the tight muscle.

“Oh…uh…,” Chester let out weakly, legs unconsciously parting further.

Mike’s hands gripped Chester’s thighs from behind and firmly but gently pushed him to move. Pulling back from his actions he guided him over to the table a few feet away and gently pushed him so he was bent over it, arms spread out in front to support him. Immediately getting back down on his knees he spread his buttocks again, mouth returning to his activity of a few moments before.

Feeling the small ring of muscle loosen he pushed gently at it with his tongue, flattening it against it completely before poking the tip into the centre and feeling it give. He pushed inside slightly before retreating and repeating the same actions as before. He could hear Chester’s heavy laboured breathing from somewhere above him, feel the tremors running through his legs. On the fourth motion he felt his tongue slip further inside, squeezed gently by the strong muscles before being released. Pulling back he heard the moan of disappointment but quickly he placed two fingers in his mouth, bathing them quickly and thoroughly before rubbing them across the now slick opening, feeling as well as hearing the gasp. Rubbing softly but firmly, he pushed the tip of one finger inside, immediately feeling the heat and silky smoothness envelope it. He took in a short silent gasp of air before pushing it in further feeling the tightness around it give slightly.

He learned early on that rimming Chester was the best way of getting him relaxed enough to do this. They’d always spent a lot of time on preparation and stretching, both of them discovering, to both their amazement, that Chester loved being played with down there. Loved being caressed, touched and penetrated. It had been the one thing that Mike had had reservation about, knowing Chester’s childhood experiences. But, in a loving relationship, with someone he trusted, given the patience to explore his own body, Chester had discovered that he very much enjoyed being on the receiving end of penetrative sex. Without the fear and the hurt, the pain and the terror associated with the act, he’d been given a second chance to enjoy something his body craved. The feelings it created within him were addictive and he wasn’t sure whether it was just because he was with Mike, that it was Mike who was doing that to him, but he couldn’t get enough of it. The feeling that Mike wanted him, needed him, desired him. He loved feeling Mike dominate him, but it wasn’t so much the feeling of being dominated that turned him on, it was the fact that it *was* Mike. The feeling of Mike Shinoda worshipping him, taking control of him and just loving him, blew him away.

Feeling that Chester was relaxed enough he pulled his finger out slightly and pushed two inside, feeling Chester push back against him, hearing the moan from deep in his throat.

“More.” He heard the whispered plea. “Please…more.”

Twisting his fingers slowly, gently, he angled them until he found what he was searching for, riding the immediate jerk from the body above him.

“Ohh,” came the breathy pant. “Ohhhhh.” He loved the sounds Chester made. Angling his fingers again he added a third one just as he hit that spot again, feeling the shudders inside and out.

Realising suddenly that he didn’t have any lubrication with him he faltered. Chester feeling the hesitation correctly guessed the problem.

“Doesn’t matter,” he gasped. “I’m ready. We’ve done it enough times before. Just go slowly. I want to feel you anyway,” he said cocking his head back, meeting Mike’s eyes with his own coy ones, “when I’m out there.” He bit his lip and Mike groaned at both the sight and the words.