All yesterdays papers, p.7
All Yesterday's Papers, page 7
“Okay, okay, fine.” Maurice grins wider.
Kenneth sets the filled vial and needle down onto the bed, replacing the items in his hands with a couple fresh cotton swabs and a bandage roll.
“Don’t be too disappointed now,” Kenneth jokes.
“You’re good, go ahead.”
One swab catches the blood from dripping, then the other covers up the wound. The bandage wraps around his elbow, and there, all tidied up and mended.
Kenneth shakes his head. “Somehow, you still keep surprising me with the strange things you pull. It just goes to show I’ve got much more to learn about you. You have a thing... for blood?”
“Um... yeah. I guess I like it.” That’s an understatement. But to what extent Kenneth should know about his bloodlust is a touchy subject. Preferably, he shouldn’t learn much more than what he already knows, however, his reaction is better than he expected. Kenneth still drew his blood for fun, he still went along with his strange request to let him bleed, he still smiles and takes care of him like they’re just playing around.
Maurice feels something new and different in himself, too. It’s not like seeing blood is new to him by any means. He’s seen it drip before, he’s seen it gush out of wounds, he’s seen pools of it around another’s body, he’s even tasted it. How come only now, did he have a sexual response?
The answer is obvious—it’s Kenneth. Blood means something different with Kenneth than just an aesthetic red bodily fluid. It’s not at all a sign for death, no. It’s a physical sign of pure devotion, making your body vulnerable, showing and giving a vital part of yourself to the one you love. The wonderful feeling encompasses his whole being, not just with infatuation and excitement, but sexual arousal as well.
Maurice tilts his head. “I’m learning new things about myself, too. I didn’t know until it happened that I’d like it this much, in this way. Just experimenting.”
“Alright, I see what you mean. So we’re figuring it out together.”
“Yeah,” he hums. I love that, discovering things about ourselves, together. Kenneth really doesn’t seem disturbed at all, maybe his career as a nurse has desensitized him to blood. But also what it seems like instead, with his loving grin and soft voice, he’s genuinely curious and intrigued at Maurice’s reaction. Either way, Maurice is overjoyed to know that Kenneth is open to learning about his strange fascination with it.
“Well then, what’s next, Nurse Kenny?”
“Hmm...” Kenneth smiles as he looks down at Maurice’s lower body. “I got all your major vitals out of the way. I think now’s the perfect time for your prostate exam.”
Seven
“Prostate exam?”
“Yeah. I bet you’ve probably never had one before, so I think you’re due for one.” Kenneth gives a playful wink.
“You’re right,” Maurice chuckles. He was wondering if Kenneth would want to perform such a task on him. It puts Maurice in a position he’s definitely not used to, but at the same time, it’s one he’s been ever so curious to try. Kenneth has never tried touching Maurice there before. And while he knows they’re both comfortable doing things the way they usually do it, Kenneth being willing to open up to a new experience is incredibly thrilling. It’s also a relief—finally the sexual pressure he’s exerting, sitting exposed as he is on the bed, will be answered.
Kenneth gathers the miscellaneous items on the bed and places them back on the nightstand, and throws away the used needle in a red plastic container on the floor. “If you could, please, lay on your back with both your knees raised. You can use those pillows for back support, if you’d like.”
“Um, alright.”
And so, Maurice does as he’s asked. He’d be lying to himself if he didn’t admit he’s a little bit nervous, as he involuntarily clenches his thighs. While he has attempted a couple times masturbating as such in the past, it was awkward reaching down, definitely not the same kind of easy release that jacking off gives. But for it to be performed by his partner, by Kenneth, he really should ease up. Kenneth always tells him how wonderful it feels when Maurice touches him there, either with words or returned physical affection. Now it’s Maurice’s turn to experience those same feelings personally.
Kenneth stands at the edge of the bed in-between Maurice’s legs. Wearing a fresh pair of gloves, he scoops some vaseline from a jar onto his fingers. “I’m gonna only use just my hands, if that’s okay.”
Maurice grins as butterflies flutter a frenzy around his stomach. “Of course, only go as far as you feel comfortable going. I’m all yours.”
“Alright. And, um... this’ll be the first time I’ve ever done a... prostate exam on another person. I’ve only done it on myself before, y’know.”
“Well, you know from your own experience what feels good, then. I know you’ll do a great job.”
“The purpose of the exam is to check if you’re healthy, not to arouse you! But that’s not to say...” He bends over, holding under Maurice’s thigh with his clean hand. “...I can’t also do that as well.”
“As if I wasn’t aroused before, but now you’re really turning me on.”
Kenneth giggles. “Alright, are you ready?”
“Ready when you are.”
“Okay.”
Kenneth takes his right hand and rubs the vaseline around the surface of Maurice’s hole. He’s so gentle, so careful, it almost tickles as he brushes the hairs surrounding it. Maurice takes a deep breath in attempts to relax his tension, preparing himself for what he knows is going to come next.
And Kenneth presses his index finger inside.
“Hssh, hah...”
“How’s that?” Kenneth looks up.
“I-It’s good.”
“Good, I still got quite a bit left to do.” The corner of his mouth curls up.
“Of course, keep going.”
Then a second finger slips in. Slowly, Kenneth pushes it and his pointer both further, and Maurice moans in response. It only stings just a little, but at the steady pace his partner is going, the anticipation and pleasure proceeds all else.
His fingers curl up, rubbing against the inner wall.
“Ah...”
“There. That’s your prostate.”
“Y-yeah, I can tell.”
Kenneth flicks his fingers back and forth, massaging, gently pressing further in on the pleasurable tissue.
“Oh my god, and it feels so good when you do that,” Maurice almost whines.
“I’m glad you like it.” Kenneth giggles as he continues to move his fingers, now in and out, rubbing the sweet spot in a circular motion. And with every movement, every little press, Maurice can’t help but keep moaning. He clutches on tightly to the bed sheet underneath him.
“Fuck, Kenny, this is amazing. If God didn’t intend for men to have anal sex, then why the hell did he make it feel so good?”
“Maurice, oh my god!” Kenneth hunches over as he laughs. “I, um, I guess you have a point!”
Another curl of the fingers, and another moan from Maurice. He can’t hold back his own voice as the pleasure only deepens.
“Y’know, while I’m at it...” Kenneth puckers his lips. “I should give you a penis exam, too.”
“Oh really, now?”
“Yeah. I gotta feel it to make sure there’s no, hmm... abnormalities. It’ll help stimulate your prostate, too.”
“Then by all means, go right ahead.”
With his right hand still in place, Kenneth takes his left and wraps it around Maurice’s cock. He begins by petting it gently, while simultaneously massaging inside his hole. Fuck, the double stimulation is breathtaking, Maurice bites his lip and claws more at the bedsheet from the constant pleasure he’s receiving.
Then Kenneth smirks, he ramps it up, and he strokes up and down his shaft quicker. The latex from his gloves is so smooth, the friction intense, and Kenneth’s eyes so sultry and seductive. He knows just the right thing to do to make Maurice’s cock tremble, to make his heart flutter, to make him wonder if he’s even worthy of his love.
But regardless if Maurice is worthy or not, Kenneth is still here. He chose to be with him against all outside pressure. And he chose to care for him, to ensure he’s well, loved, and cherished. Maurice pants, breath after breath, as Kenneth’s hand pumps his cock faster, leaking precum onto his glove.
Then Kenneth hums, he staggers his movement, lingering his palm at the tip of the head. With his other hand, he rubs the inner wall gradually, before gently slipping his fingers out. “Hmm, you look really good, I haven’t found anything strange. Everything feels very healthy and strong.”
His grip on his dick eases off, giving Maurice the cue to sit up on his elbows. “My god, you’ve been such a wonderful nurse to me, Kenny. You’re so good at what you do. There has to be something I can do to repay you, and give you my utmost thanks for taking such good care of me.” He licks his lips. “Hmm, I know. How ’bout I give you my cum? I’ll even do the honors of delivering it right inside you.”
He pushes himself to sit up even more, leaning forward and snagging himself a peck on Kenneth’s lips.
“Oh, I’d love that.” Kenneth chuckles. “I need to finish your penis exam anyways. Let’s make sure everything is functioning well.”
Maurice attempts to prop himself off the bed, when Kenneth stops him, planting a hand on his shoulder.
“But... maybe I should do a little bit more preparation on it first.”
Maurice’s back hits the sheets as Kenneth pushes him down by his shoulder. The nurse pulls off his gloves, tossing them to the floor, and he lifts up his skirt, revealing he went commando this whole time, showing Maurice his own throbbing erection. With a smirk, he lunges closer, propping Maurice’s right leg over his shoulder. What’s he doing? I thought he didn’t want to top...
It soon becomes evident that Kenneth’s plan isn’t to top, but simply to please them both. He globs a bit more vaseline onto his right hand, and scooches close, pressing his legs against the edge of the bed, and he rests his cock on top of Maurice’s.
With one hand, Kenneth grabs around them both and strokes them together. Maurice can’t stop himself from moaning again.
So this is what he meant by preparation. Both men vocalize an exhale in unison as the intensity only rises more. Maurice reaches forward, grazing his fingers onto Kenneth’s hip, looking down at the gracious service his boyfriend is performing for them.
Kenneth smiles as he also moans—oh my fucking god, that face. That face is so sexy, so beautiful, so undoubtedly attractive. The friction heats up with every stroke and flick of his wrist. Kenneth rests his other hand on top of Maurice’s on his hip, holding them together and keeping their bodies as close as possible.
Kenneth’s hand moves faster. He pumps them tighter. Maurice’s heart beats faster while breathing short, shallow shallow breaths. He winces his eyes shut. He grits his teeth.
“Kenny, please, oh my god, I’m sorry, please stop.”
Immediately he halts his strokes.
“What’s wrong?!”
Maurice huffs a short breath with a smile. “Nothing’s wrong, it just feels too good. I’m gonna come right here if we keep going.”
“Oh man, you had me worried for a second there!” Kenneth laughs. “Glad to know everything’s okay.”
“I need to keep my promise to come inside you, y’know. May I, please?”
“Alright, alright. I would love that.” Kenneth backs away, giving Maurice room to sit up and hop off the bed.
“Mind if I take this off?” He tugs at the neck of his hospital gown.
“Sure, go ahead.”
And so, Maurice unties the ties, behind his neck and around his waist, and he slips the gown off. It falls to the floor, exposing Maurice’s entire naked, hairy, and scarred body to his partner.
Kenneth blushes, raising his hand up by his mouth. “How would you like me?”
Oh, he’s so sweet. “Hmm, how ’bout you bend over on the bed.”
“Sure.”
Kenneth does as he’s asked, standing at the edge of the bed, bending over, and resting his elbows on the sheets. Maurice pulls at the hem of his skirt, brushing it up and over his hips, revealing Kenneth’s cute bare bottom. Each curve of his body is so beautiful, his skin so soft, every time he gets to touch him in such a private way feels like a dream.
Maurice reaches over on the bed to snag the jar of vaseline. “Now it’s my turn to give you a prostate exam.”
Kenneth chuckles. “Yeah, I guess so.”
With some jelly on his hand, he rubs it gently on his boyfriend’s hole. After them now dating for a few months, and over that course of time having many sexual interactions with each other, Maurice knows just the right thing to do to make them both feel their best in this position. This is something they’re used to, he knows what’s a good pace and what they’re comfortable with, prodding his way with carefully soft touches.
One finger slips in easily, slick from the jelly. Then shortly after, a second one too.
“Hahh...”
“Mmm, Kenny. You’re so sexy.”
“You too,” Kenneth says as he hangs his head, grabbing onto a pillow.
Maurice rotates his palm downward, now pressing against the inner wall by Kenneth’s prostate. Then with his other hand, he reaches up, cupping around Kenneth’s balls, then slowly petting down to his cock.
“Oh my god, Maurice...”
He inserts a third finger, massaging, curling his digits, and stroking his cock simultaneously, precum leaking onto his hand. Kenneth moans, oh, that sweet voice of his is so sublime. If he’s feeling good now, what’s to come is only going to be better.
“Are you ready for me, Kenny?”
“Oh, more than ever. Please...” he whimpers.
“Alright.”
Even if he already knows the answer, he always asks to make sure. Maurice carefully pulls both his hands away. With a little more vaseline, he strokes it on his own cock, and he holds it ready, letting the tip gently graze Kenneth’s hole.
“Here...”
He slowly presses inside.
“Hahh...”
Kenneth feels wonderful. He’s so warm, so tight, such an amazing sensation as his inner body wraps around his cock. The pressure makes Maurice’s heart flutter, he nods his head back, and takes a deep breath. To be connected, not just emotionally but physically connected to each other is the best feeling in the world. He rubs Kenneth’s back, pushing the skirt up and pulling him closer as he eases himself further inside.
“Kenny...”
“Maurice...”
He places both hands on either side of Kenneth’s hips, locking himself in as far as their bodies will allow. And he holds them there, lingering in the moment, ensuring that he won’t hurt his partner moving along too fast.
Then he inches out, then slowly back in, watching the hairs on his own lower abdomen tickle Kenneth’s rear. Clutching at Kenneth’s pelvis, massaging his soft skin, a rush of adrenaline shoots up Maurice’s spine as his balls brush against his ass.
Maurice sighs, lowering his voice and speaking softly. “Kenny, ah, you feel so good.”
“Hahh... yeah, Maurice...”
He runs his fingers along Kenneth’s lower back. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He picks up the pace, thrusting inside his partner a little faster.
Kenneth howls, and he rests his head on the bed, burying his face into a pillow. Oh, his reaction is just so cute, the way he whines in that low tone. Maurice moves his hand forward, lifting up his dress and reaching at his waist. He clutches his skin, giving himself the leverage and stability to hasten his movements even more.
And of course, Maurice moans as well. The warmth and pleasure surrounding his cock puts him in a daze. The only person that matters in the world to him at this very moment is Kenneth. Kenneth, the one who’s kind to him, who cares for him, who submits his body to him to show how much he loves him. And Maurice knows it’s true not just from his own feelings, Kenneth himself always lets him know, too.
“Oh my god, Maurice...” his voice muffled by the pillow.
Faster. Faster. He huffs, he pants. Sweat drips from his bangs onto his nose and cheeks. Kenneth can’t stop making noise. He moans, he’s loud. Faster. Maurice leans over Kenneth’s back, clutching his fingers into Kenneth’s hips, skirt draping over his hands. Faster.
Maurice squints his eyes, nearly choking at the sudden loss of his breath. He has to slow down. Damn, it just feels so good, but he can’t go on at this speed. He needs a break, and he pants heavily, gently touching his lips over the fabric on Kenneth’s back.
“Maurice...”
“Kenny... just a moment...”
“Okay.”
He kisses Kenneth’s shoulder blade and lifts a hand to pet down his arm. Even without movement, as still as they are, it’s wonderful to feel connected to him. Bodies locked, breathing together, and now Kenneth’s heart is beating as rapidly as his. They’re close already, but what if there was a way to be even closer? To show Kenneth his love in a unique way, to make an oath of his affection and faithfulness in a way only he can do as his soulmate.
Maurice lifts his head and peers over at the nightstand ahead of them.
That’s it.
“Hey Kenny, I have an idea.”
“Hmm?” He turns his head, glancing behind himself at Maurice.
“That vial... I want to play with the blood.”
“Play with it?” Kenneth asks with an air of concern. “How—what do you mean?”
Maurice leans down, breathing a soft whisper into Kenneth’s ear. “I want to feel it with my fingers and touch you with it—smear it and see it drip on your skin...”
“Maurice, what the hell are you talking about?”
He tilts his head, brushing his cheek on the back of his head. “Kenny, trust me. I just want to feel connected... to show my devotion to you. To show how much I love you. If you will let me... The most vital and important part of me, painted beautifully onto your body.”
Maurice gently traces his fingers down along Kenneth’s tricep. He’s asked a lot of favors from Kenneth already, but is this request just too strange for him to accept? It makes sense—keeping blood in a container is one thing, but any normal person would be disgusted at the thought of touching it with their bare hands. But what if Kenneth is not as normal as he thinks? He’s been open to everything so far, ‘playing’ with his blood by drawing it. He sees Maurice’s fascination, maybe now it’s okay to throw the idea out there. How blood is one of the most beautiful and artistic things, and frame it in a way that brings their love together. To see his blood, the essence of himself, and the most beautiful man in the world, together.
