Kinktober Prompt 5: Supernatural + Short Story

Since Max and the ghost were the runner ups here, they are in a kinktober piece with the amazing collaboration of Liddie!!

Good reading ;) 

“You don't have to act all shy now,” the ghost smirks. “You're practically begging me for it, I can hear it up here.” Lifting a hand, he taps his temple with a knowing smile.

Max’s cheeks flush darker. “N-No, I'm not!” Despite the denial, his erection says otherwise. His heart is racing and he's hard again so soon after being blown, which is almost embarrassing.

The ghost laughs, pushing Max back to lean against the stack of old crates. “Please touch me,” he mimics in a bad mockery of Max. “I want to know what it feels like inside of a ghost.”

Face bright red, Max sputters. “I do not sound like that!”

The ghost watches Max’s erection twitch. “You're so eager for it,” he teases. “But don't worry.” A finger trails from the tip of Max’s dick down to his balls, making the boy shiver. The ghost looks up at him. “If you're a good boy, I'm going to give you what you want.”

Max inhales sharply. And then the ghost shifts its body, pressing back against Max so that the boy’s erection lines up with his backside. Max gasps and tries to grab the ghost’s hips for balance. His fingers sink into the spirit’s body and Max jerks his hands back with a shout, the ghost laughing at his surprise.

Flushed with embarrassment and arousal, Max swallows audibly and watches as his dick begins to sink inside the glowing, transparent figure. It's colder than a human body and Max feels his breath catch, the ghost somehow clenching around him.

But then the ghost pulls off. “Maxie,” the taunting voice chastises. “Aren't you going to tell me what you want?”

Max tries to ignore how hard he is. “I–I don't…”

“We both know what you want.”

Suddenly, the ghost grins and slams down hard over Max, taking every bit of him inside his body. Max makes a choking sound, his hands returning to the ghost’s hips and holding him lightly. “F-Fuck,” Max pants, his eyes wide and his cheeks flushed. When the ghost starts to move, Max tightens his grip. “W-Wait–”

“Ride me hard,” the ghost mimics with a fake moan. “Just say it, Max. I can hear it anyway.”  It rocks down against him and leans back to watch Max pant and gasp.

Max can't help but jerk his hips up into the thrusts. He gets a hold of the spirit loosely, but huffs when he's pushed back. “What are you–ahh!”

The ghost comes down hard and stills, rocking his hips slowly and quirking a brow at Max. “Are you really going to come already?”

The heat that sprawls across Max’s face can probably be felt by the dead. “You–”

“Come inside,” the ghost grins as he begins to ride Max faster. Placing a hand on the boy’s chest for balance, the ghost shoves him back. “I know you want to.”

“F-Fuck,” Max grunts, head tipping back as pleasure rushes through him like a cool wave. He can't help it, throbbing as he spills inside the ghost’s body.

Twisting around, the ghost hums when he sees it spreading inside his body. “Pent up, Maxie?” He teases. “Or did you just have that big of a hard-on for me?”

Max breathes heavily as he catches his breath, eyes glassy and face flushed. When the ghost points down to his middle, it draws Max’s eyes to the mess floating there.

A strange heat curls inside the boy as he stares at it, more pearly and stark against the glow of the rest of the ghost. When the ghost shifts, Max grunts as it clenches his spent dick.

“Like what you see?” The ghost asks, then stills. His voice takes on an amused tone. “Are you getting hard again?”