“Give me the key,” he ordered.
Liam reached shaky fingers into his pocket, pulling the key out and handing it to Fix.
He was losing his mind, he was sure of it. His legs were wrapped around Fix’s waist, his arms were around his neck, their chests pressed together and Liam was so hard he thought he’d explode. Fix was too. And that was what nearly broke Liam. He could feel Fix’s cock against his own, could feel how big it was, and his mind took that and ran.
He didn’t notice Fix opening the door, or walking them in. He didn’t realize King was yapping from the living room. He didn’t register the sounds of people waking up in the apartments around his. All he could focus on was Fix.
His hips rolled without his input. His lips found Fix’s neck and explored. Years of pent-up need gathered so close to the surface he was sure it would all spill over and make a massive mess. Days of existing close to Fix and wanting him so bad it hurt bubbled inside him. Fix’s hands on his ass tugged him closer and brushed their hard cocks together and Liam keened.
Fix brought them to Liam’s room, pushed the door closed with his foot before stalking over and setting Liam down in the chair in the corner. The same one where Fix had sat watching Liam, talking him through the best stream he’d ever done.
“Wh—” Liam started when Fix released his hold and stepped back.
“You’re gonna lean back, honey,” Fix ordered. “And you’re gonna watch me make you feel so good.”
“But—”
“No buts, Liam.” Fix unbuttoned his shirt and threw it off. “I’m calling the shots here. Understood?”
“Y-yes,” Liam said, mouth dry at the sight of his wide chest covered in coarse dark hair and tattoos.
“Yes what?” Fix asked, killing the last functioning brain cell Liam had when he dropped to his knees between Liam’s thighs.
“Daddy,” Liam choked out, so painfully hard he felt like he’d come if Fix so much as touched him. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy,” Fix said, reaching for Liam, tugging at his clothes and throwing them all around the room as he left Liam completely naked in front of him. His back was resting against the back of the chair, chest heaving, cock hard where it lay on his stomach, and legs splayed open as Fix stared.
He felt spread open, vulnerable. He wanted to run for cover. And he also wanted Fix’s head between his legs. He wanted Fix’s tongue, on him, inside him. He wanted so much. Too much.
“Please,” he cried out when Fix made no move to touch him. When he just sat there on his heels, watching him.
“Oh, you beg so beautifully,” Fix said, finally touching Liam. His fingers wrapped around Liam’s ankles. “But there’s no need for that. I’ll give you everything you want.”
He gripped Liam’s ankles tighter and lifted his legs up, making Liam slide down in the chair until his ass was hanging off the edge. Liam gripped the sides of the chair, trying to anchor himself as Fix brought his legs up and over his shoulders. He could feel his breath on the insides of his thighs. Could feel the rough scratch of his beard against the sensitive skin there.
The anticipation was so strong that he felt like an exposed nerve and then Fix was there. His head diving to the core of him.
He bypassed Liam’s cock, his aching balls and the smooth skin of his taint. Like a man starved, he spread Liam’s cheeks and dove between them, tongue flattening against Liam’s hole. Liam screamed in unfamiliar pleasure. Nobody had ever… He’dwished so much… He couldn’t think anymore. His fingers left the edges of his chair and gripped Fix’s hair. His thighs clamped around Fix’s head. He didn’t know what he wanted, or how to get it. It was too much and not enough at the same time.
Fix prodded. Licked. Tasted.
He grunted and growled and for a maddening moment Liam thought the sound was reverberating inside of him, Fix was so close to his entrance.
“Fix,” he cried out, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. “Daddy…”
He used the grip on Fix’s hair to push him closer to himself, rolling his hips, trying to ride his face, but he didn’t have the room for it. He was so close. He needed to touch his cock but that meant leaving Fix’s hair. And that meant Fix might stop what he was doing.
That tongue probed deeper, wet and firm before softening and easing out of him, again and again until Liam was sobbing. His words came out broken. He didn’t think any of them made any sense.
“Please,” he whimpered when his vision went black and one of Fix’s hands left his ass to travel up.
Yes.
Finally.
He’d touch him.
He’d squeeze him and Liam would come and it’d be so good…
