His body released tension I hadn’t realized it had been holding and he breathed out heavily. “Yes, actually. I’m sorry.” He ducked his head. "I know it's stupid."
“Hey, none of that,” I ordered. “You’re offering me a free handjob, you get to set the conditions. Let me get up and grab one.” I attempted to stand up, ended up rolling off the couch with athump, and couldn’t hold in my laugh at myself. “Oops.” I pushed off the floor and succeeded in standing this time. “Be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” I said it jokingly, but I half-expected him to have fled by the time I returned with the condom.
Much to my joy, he was still there when I darted back into the living room a few seconds later, after a mad dash to the nightstand. “Bonus,” I announced, holding up the condom, “it’s pre-lubed!”
Hen snorted. “I’m surprised you didn’t grab the lube bottle while you were in there.”
I glanced over my shoulder, thinking about it. “Should I…?”
“Get over here,” he ordered, waving a hand at me. “And bring the condom.”
Grinning, I crossed to the couch. When I got there, he tugged on my hand until I knelt in front of him. “Hi,” I said, leaning down to kiss him.
“Hey.” He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and drew me closer. “Up.”
“Yessir.” Obediently, I climbed back onto the couch and lay on top of him. “How are we gonna do this?” I asked after a second, when I realized that in my current position he couldn’t access my dick at all.
He thought for a second. “Turn over. And take off your clothes.”
“Bossssyyyyy,” I teased, even as I stood and started stripping. I dangled my briefs in front of him for a second in what I hoped was a tantalizing manner before dropping them on the floor. “Ok, I’m naked. Now what?”
He grinned and turned onto his side, clearing some space on the couch for me, then propped his head on his hand and gestured to the space he’d made. “On your back, baby.”
I considered that. “Can you take your shirt off? Just your shirt,” I hastened to add before he could get self-conscious. “So I can feel your skin.” It felt somehow wrong to have himtouching me sexually while he was still fully-clothed. Like he’d be servicing me or something.
His eyes softened and he nodded. “Sure, I can do that.” He shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it over the back of the couch. “Now, c’mere.”
I obeyed, flopping onto the couch. My dick bobbed with the motion and I snorted a laugh. “Why do dicks look so comical?” I asked rhetorically. “Shouldn’t they look all sexy?”
Hen looked me up and down. “I think your dick is plenty sexy, I assure you. Condom?” I held it up triumphantly and there was a second of silence before he said, “Uh, maybe put it on?”
Oh, right. Oops. I rolled on the condom and then brandished a hand at my groin. “All yours, sir.”
“Ooh, call me ‘sir’ again,” he teased with a leer, and then his hand was on my cock, his free hand behind my neck, and all the smart retorts I could have come up with flew out of my mind because holy shit Hen was touching my cock for the first time inagesand…yeah this wasn’t going to take very long at all. At least, with the condom, we didn’t have to worry about staining the couch.
His warm fingers wrapped around me and gave me a stroke and I whined. “Hen!”
“Mmm?” Stroke. Flick of his thumb on the head. Stroke.
There was already heat building at the base of my spine and I whined again. “This is going to be over embarrassingly fast. Promise you won’t make fun of me?”
I felt the smile widen on his lips as he leaned over my shoulder to kiss me. “I would never,” he said staunchly as he pulled back to breathe.
“Oh, good.” My hips jerked as he gave me another stroke. “Fuck. Hen.” His grip tightened and so did my muscles. Sure, it had been a month or so since we’d gotten off together, but it wasn’t like I hadn’t jerked off a few times. Why did I feel likea teenager having his first petting session? Now my hips were rocking in rhythm with his strokes and little whimpers were escaping me in a counter-rhythm. “Hen. Fuck, Hen, Hen, Hen,” I chanted between sharp breaths. The coil at the base of my dick tightened a little more and heat shot up my spine. “Shit!”
He tightened his grip a little and gave me a feral grin. “I must be doing something right if all you can do is curse.”
“Fuck youuuuu.” It ended on a howl as he stroked his thumb over my sensitive cockhead, back and forth. I could feel my muscles winding tighter and my breath caught in my chest for a long moment before everything exploded. My hips jerked up against his hand and I threw my head back with a long groan as I came, long and hard. By the time I was done, my whole body felt like it was the consistency of a piece of overcooked spaghetti. I flopped back into the couch with a huff of breath. “Holy fuck.”
Hen tucked his head into the crook of my neck, even though he had to scrunch a little to accomplish it. I felt his lips brush my skin there, but he didn’t say anything for a few minutes. Eventually, though, he lifted his head again and smiled at me. “You’re gorgeous when you come.”
“Nngh,” I managed intelligently. My head was still spinning, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stand up if he asked me to.
Hen, practical soul that he was, busied himself removing and tying off the condom before letting it fall to the ground at the corner of the couch. “Let’s not forget to get rid of that, or the cats might think it’s a toy.”
“Ewww.”
“Agreed.” His hand stroked lightly at the base of my cock and I shuddered with sensitivity. “Thank you.”
