Five Fingers Deep

FIRST

"Are you too stupid to follow simple instructions? I said to come in or get out. Shut the door either way."

Dax bristles at the command. After a moment, he steps forward. The door closes behind him. Ezren finally looks up from rearranging the hotel desk. His eyes, half-lidded, meet Dax's. "Oh, good, you decided. Now you can undress."

Ezren has already spread towels across the bed, white on off-white cloth. He's now working on arranging the desk, currently cleared, save for a leather bag. Anxiety ties a knot in Dax's stomach. He considers leaving, keeping his clothes on and walking back to his room across the hall.

He unbuttons his shirt instead.

"Good boy."

Dax wrinkles his nose. "Ew. Don't call me that. I'm more of a man than you are."

"You're not as experienced as you think you are, kid." The older man reaches over and flicks a now-exposed nipple as if to illustrate his point.

Dax puffs out his chest, posturing. "I'm obviously something, or I wouldn't be here."

"You mean here, begging to be fucked?" Ezren raises an eyebrow. "Yeah, you're definitely something."

Heat rises in Dax's cheeks. "You know what I meant."

"Right. You're looking less covered, at least." Despite complaining throughout the exchange, Dax has managed to strip down to a pair of white crew socks and a black jockstrap. His torso is shaved, except for a manicured trail peaking above his waistband.

He does have excellent tits, Ezren muses. Someone should take advantage of that at some point. For now, Ezren wants to open him up. Make this boy remember the feeling of being full to bursting.

"Get on the bed."

"Jesus Christ, man. I'm not a dog." Again, complaining but complying.

Ezren rolls his eyes. "I know." Nitrile gloves snap on with more force than necessary. "You're an undisciplined boy."

Dax cranes his neck back and manages a sneer. "Seriously? Fuck you, old man."

The mattress dips under Dax's weight. Ezren pushes him down, palm flat against his back.

"You need someone to put you in your place? Fine. But we'll get to the fun part quicker if you listen to me."

THIRD

Ezren adds another finger to the two already inside of Dax. "You know what you are?"

Dax opens his mouth to answer, but all that comes out is a choked moan when Ezren twists his fingers.

"You're an embarrassment. You're a vacant, conceited pretty boy. You're a muscle-bound idiot who has to pretend to hate taking it up the ass to satisfy some tired sense of machismo."

Dax groans, pitching forward into a pillow. Ezren continues. "But really, under the surface, you crave someone to wear you out and fuck you stupid."

Lube squelches as Ezren takes his fingers out of Dax's ass. Dax gasps at the sudden emptiness, his hole pulsing around nothing. Ezren watches him whine and spread his legs. Hunger flares in the older man's eyes. He needs to see how desperate this boy can get.

"You should thank me for doing you a service. And apologize for being so rude."

Dax mumbles something incoherent, face still pressed down into the bed.

"Can't hear you." Before there's time for Dax to react, Ezren slaps his ass with his free hand, gloved palm smacking loudly against sweat-damp skin. "Good boys enunciate."

Dax shouts a string of muffled expletives then flips him off.

Ezren tuts. Spanks him again, harder this time. "That doesn't sound like a 'thank you' or 'I'm sorry'."

FIFTH

Ezren's hand disappears inside him.

Does it hurt? Does it feel good? Dax can't find the line - all he knows is the pure wave of sensation, drowning in it. Ezren's knuckles shift inside of him and it's overwhelming, being stretched like this. Tears run hot down his cheeks. His dick leaks.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm sorry!"

"You should be, with the mouth you have on you." Ezren continues to turn his wrist slowly, struggling to distend the walls of muscle clenched around him in a vice grip.

"You're so deep inside me, too deep-" Dax wails, voice breaking.

Ezren slaps Dax's upper thigh with his free hand. He hits right under the curve of his ass, already a vivid red. "Shut up and stop clenching. I want all of my fingers back after this."

Dax is drooling. He can feel it wet on the pillow when he buries his face in it, spit and tears on bleached linen. He tries to will his body to relax. After a few breaths, the hand inside of him moves again, and it feels less like he's going to be turned inside out.

"Good. Breathe." Ezren flexes his fingers, stretching them out from each other.

Precum drips onto the towel covering the bed. It slicks Ezren's other hand as he finally grasps Dax's cock. On the first downstroke, Dax moans so loudly he thinks the entire hotel might hear him. His face is wet and red and contorted in pain-euphoria.

"Damn, you're a slut underneath the layers of douchebag. Who knew?"

Ezren strokes him at a torturously slow pace. Even this is enough to make Dax buck his hips forward, desperate for more friction. This leads to Ezren's knuckles moving back to the rim of his ass and Dax is suddenly stuck between two devastating pleasure points, a too-full ass and a too-light circling of fingers around his cock.

"I can feel you clenching. Want me to go faster?"

Dax answers by rocking his hips back on Ezren's hand. Without warning, the hand balls into a thick fist, and Dax makes a guttural, wounded noise as it stretches him even tighter than before.

"No. Use your words. Be polite." Ezren says it like he's talking to a particularly petulant child. Dax hates him. He feels the fist threaten to pull out, white-hot tension as it tests whether his hole can accommodate its exit. The image of a rubber band stretched too far comes to mind.

"Ple-ah! Goddamnit! Please."

Dax earns another smack on the ass for the curse. He yelps, erection bobbing between his legs. The fist remains lodged inside of him, dragging against his prostate with every labored breath.

"Please what?"

"Please- please fuck me, pl-please touch me, I want it-" Dax babbles, pride abandoned. Tears flow freely without him taking much notice. Nothing exists in this moment outside of the hands on him, in him, making him stupid and drunk on sensation.

Ezren squeezes his balls then wraps his slick fingers around Dax's cock again. This time he's forceful, thumbing over the head with every firm stroke. This lasts for a few glorious moments, Dax balanced on the brink of orgasm, until Ezren says, "Well, go ahead and come already."

Dax comes violently. A scream is wrenched from deep in his gut, his whole body shaking. Ezren milks him throughout. The older man pulls his other hand out of Dax's ass with a wet pop and Dax can only whimper, the fight drained out of him. Hotel towels suddenly don't seem like a horrible thing to fall asleep on.

"I want you out in 30." Ezren's voice cuts through the pleasant haze. "Some of us want to wake up early."