Seven Nights

Derrik stood, watching as Dyn stripped his shirt and coat off.
"You don't mention what happens tonight to anyone, understand boy?" Derrik nodded, unsure what he was talking about; after all, his sexual conquests were near legendary... That thought made Derrik tense. He'd never... He was nervous. Dyn stepped closer and wrapped his arms around the boy gently. "If you tell anyone about how I treat you, it'll ruin my reputation." Derrik almost asked what he meant, but the kindness in the way he was holding him gave him a slight clue. Dynadin's soft, heartfelt kiss made him sure. He lifted him onto the bed, pushing him gently back down without breaking the kiss. Derrik's heart skipped as Dynadin gently caressed his stomach, almost asking if he could go further. He broke the kiss, staring down into Derrik's eyes. "It's your first time, right Derrik?"
He didn't know how to answer. Dyn had called him by his name, and so sweetly.
"Tell me Derrik, Honestly. If you lie, I won't be kind." Derrik averted his eyes, barely finding his voice.
"Yes."
"What was that?" Derrik closed his eyes, concentrating on sounding stronger despite Dyn's weight steadily holding his hips against the bed.
"Yes...It's my first time."
Dyn smiled slowly. Not his usual cruel smile, but a sweet, comforting one.
"I won't break you tonight." Derrik's eyes shot wide as a warm mouth found the side of his neck, slowly kissing its way up to his ear. He tried to force himself to relax in the older man's grip, but Dyn's hands caressing him took away the need for force. He stretched out under Dyn, feeling disturbingly comfortable under this dangerous man. Hands slid into his hoodie, his longstanding barrier against all that was dangerous in the world. His protection, the thing he never left his room without, was slid off of him and tossed aside without the slightest sense of doubt. It felt strange to be so comforted by Dyn's hands and kisses, but he relaxed even more as the magical barrier between them was removed.
Again he was encased in Dyn's arms, and he felt oddly more safe than he ever had before. Thoughts of what Dyn intended to do to him had completely escaped his mind. Dyn's hands had begun to work at his belt, bringing him back from his reverie. He was sitting back a bit, leaving Derrik feeling exposed. He didn't ask what Dyn was doing; he knew full well why he was here. The belt slid off and it barely required a tug to get the over-sized pants to slide off of the boy. He shivered slightly, now wearing only his boxers. Dyn shifted, leaning over and pinning the boy's body with his own. A hand slid under the waist of Derrik's boxers, making him tense up. Dynadin's voice was a soothing rumble in his ear.
"Don't be afraid... I promise I'll be gentle." His words were accompanied a full-palmed stroke that brought Derrik's whole body arching up against Dyn's. He smiled. "You're a complete virgin, aren't you?" Derrik nodded, the heat rising in his cheeks and Dyn's still hand an erotic weight against his crotch. He stroked again, eliciting a soft gasping moan from his captive. The sound seemed to spur him on; he kept at the gentle stroking until the boy was fully erect in his hand. He shifted again, taking his weight off of Derrik and giving him room to slide his boxers out of the way. Naked, Derrik twisted his fingers in the sheets, unsure of how much he would be allowed to do. Dyn's kind smile and lustful words contradicted one another.
"You're making it very hard for me to not torture you tonight." Derrik squirmed a little as the words sent chills up his spine. He felt so exposed, he'd never been like this before: naked for another being's pleasure. Dyn's hands alighted on his inner thighs, pushing them gently apart and exposing him even more so. He bit his lip, trying to force back a feeling he didn't understand. "Please relax baby..."
Derrik didn't know when his eyes had slid closed, but he shut them tighter, trying to obey the request. He could hear Dyn rummaging for something, still holding his legs apart. A soft chuckle from Dyn told him that he'd found what he was looking for. The weight on the bed shifted, and Derrik felt warm breath ghost across his stomach... then lower. "Relax..." The deep rumbling was now a warm breeze across his hard cock. He heard himself moan quietly, almost as if it was someone else. Dyn's hands left him entirely for only a moment, then he felt something cold and fetish against his opening. His teeth caught his lip a little tighter, just in expectation. Suddenly, all of his attention was torn away from the expected intrusion as his cock was encased in warm soft wetness. He moaned out loud his time, his hands automatically finding purchase in Dyn's hair. Dyn suckled gently, causing Derrik to buck up eagerly into his mouth. He used one hand to hold Derrik's hips still against the bed, his sucking a distraction from what the other hand was doing. Derrik's mind had condensed to one single spot, all of his being centered in the pleasure he was receiving from Dyn's mouth. He was relaxed, and distracted when Dyn slipped the first finger inside of him. He arched up, surprised at the moan that escaped him. He could feel the curl in Dyn's lips at the sound, and he couldn't ignore the feeling of Dyn starting to more the finger in and out of him. Warm licks traced his cock from base to tip, in what he now understood was simply a way to get him to relax and let Dyn inside of him. The finger continued moving, making him squirm against it. Another finger slipped into him, pulling away from the first and stretching him. It hurt, just enough to make him whimper. Dyn's attention moved away from his cock, kissing a sensual trail all the way up his body and ending at his lips. Dyn kissed him, gently at first.
"Trust me." He purred before catching Derrik's lips again, this time more questing as his fingers kept a steady rhythm.
Derrik felt disjointed, a little dizzy at the feeling of being entered, no matter how gentle Dyn was being. He needed something to hold on to... He reached up, wrapping his arms around Dyn's neck as they kissed. He opened his mouth willingly to Dyn's tongue. Dyn's free hand caressed the side of his face, adding an unusual tenderness to his actions. Derrik's knees pulled up, brushing the sides of Dyn's still clothed hips and making it easier for the fingers rubbing in and out of him. The kiss continued, Derrik becoming more and more involved, more eager. His hips rocked ever so slightly with Dyn's rhythm. Another finger, and Derrik broke the kiss, tensing up again. Soft kisses, sweet whispers, Dyn comforted him again as he bit what was becoming a tender spot in his lip. His breathing was unsteady, shallower than usual. Dyn's fingers separated again stretching him more. His whimper was almost a crying sound, and caused Dyn to shower his face and chest in comforting kisses. The fingers stilled inside him. He felt lightheaded; he had trouble focusing on one feeling at a time. When they moved again it was more comfortable. It was starting to feel pleasurable; something that shocked Derrik. He opened his eyes now, wanting to get another look at the fascinating man that was making him feel so many new things at once. He saw Dyn's worried face and his arms still around his neck, clinging to him. Suddenly he could understand why Dyn did the things he did.
The fingers slid slowly out of him, making him feel oddly empty. Dyn's warmth moved away from him for a moment, and there was a soft rustle of dropped clothing. Derrik looked up to see Dyn sitting back, rubbing a shiny liquid onto his cock. His eyes widened. Dyn was larger than he was. Age alone was more than enough to explain the difference, but he hadn't thought about that when he'd agreed. He hadn't thought at all about what it might actually feel like to have something like that inside of him. Somehow he knew that the fingers were only the slightest taste. Dyn leaned close over Derrik again, one hand taking a hold of the boy's hips and holding them firmly against the bed, the other supporting him. Derrik could feel the tip of Dyn's hard cock pressed against him. The actual realization hit Derrik slowly, as if through a haze.
He's going to fuck me... More than the realization, his body's reaction to the thought surprised him. His cock jumped, hardening even more and now pressed against Dyn's stomach. He looked up, still breathing erratically. There was no smile on Dyn's lips. Instead he wore a slight frown, concern writ on his face.
"Are you ready?" It was a simple question, but Derrik couldn't summon the strength to answer verbally. What Dyn had done to him, the way he was making him feel... He was scared, terrified... But he wanted the feeling to go on. He wrapped his arms around Dyn's neck again and nodded slowly. Dyn was the one who closed his eyes this time. He pushed forward, at first only the tip of his cock entering the boy. Derrik winced and clenched his teeth. He'd expected it to feel different, but not that much different; it was smoother, but so much thicker than the fingers had been. It felt like it was stretching him wide, filling him. He wrapped his legs around Dyn's waist, trying to make it easier. Dyn smoothly rocked his hips forward, sliding further into Derrik's ass despite the tightness. A soft whine was all the sound Derrik could muster as he was filled completely. His body was adjusting, but he felt weak, helpless, unable to move. All he could do was whimper softly and wait for Dyn to act. Dyn moved slowly at first, pulling out almost all of the way before pushing in again. This time, he buried himself to the hilt in Derrik's warm inviting body. Derrik's whimpers and moans urged him on, pulling out and pushing back in more quickly. He released his grip on Derrik's hips, allowing him to move freely. Derrik's hips shifted under him, trying to ease him further in.
Derrik's body relaxed slowly, and was just starting to accept the thrusts. His hips writhed slowly, almost of their own volition... He was moaning freely now. He couldn't pinpoint the moment where it had gone from being uncomfortable to feeling so good, but he knew he was well past that point. Dyn's thrusts were speeding up, and he found himself rocking into them, wanting more of Dyn inside of him. His moans got louder. He clung tightly onto Dyn, and he could feel the tension inside himself building. He arched up, breathing heavily and falling back, one thrust blending into the next in an erotic blur. Each thrust rubbed his cock harder against Dyn's stomach, but that had become secondary to the feeling of the older man moving, roughly now, inside him. He was so close... so close... He could feel Dyn tightening as well, and he became vaguely aware of Dyn's moans blending with his own.
Dyn shifted his thrusts ever so slightly, hitting something that suddenly made Derrik's world go white. Dyn thrust in, over and over, each time hitting that same spot... it made Derrik scream out. He was writhing, begging, nearly crying with need and pleasure. Control of his words was beyond him now, he begged Dyn to fuck him harder, faster... And he did. He kept thrusting against that spot. Derrik's begging lost all coherence, becoming nothing more than cries of pleasure. He arched up, causing Dyn to hit directly on the spot; And Derrik came harder than he ever had in his life. He screamed out, coating Dyn's stomach in cum and collapsing back against the bed. Dyn's thrusts didn't stop. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't fight. His nails dug into Dyn's back. Dyn didn't stop pounding into him, Tears rolled down Derrik's face. He couldn't tell if it hurt, or if it was the touch of a god. It was a foggy, liquid feeling... He felt like he would die. The feeling slowly solidified into a tension, and into a second thundering crescendo as Dyn thrust into him one last time, filling him with warm cum. Dyn collapsed onto his elbows, nose to nose with Derrik. They both panted, sharing the same ragged breath. Derrik's arms lost all strength, falling away from Dyn's neck. He had to concentrate on continuing to breathe. Dyn rolled onto his side, pulling the boy gently into his arms. Derrik barely had the strength to nuzzle into his chest, Dyn's cock still buried inside of him. Dyn's panting was starting to subside, and his voice was almost steady.
"Remember... you tell no one."