“You like it when I take care of you?”
“Yes. You take such good care of me.”
He growls, taking my mouth again, plunging his tongue deep inside as he snaps his hips, forward and back, forward and back, pressing my knees back, changing the angle on his thrusts until I can’t help the pleasured sounds coming from me.
“I’m so close. Can I come, Dr. Barlowe?” I ask, panting, staring into his eyes. He sharpens his jaw and shakes his head.
“Please, Dr. Barlowe?”
“You have to earn it.”
“How do I earn it? I’ll do anything.”
Grabbing my hand, he sinks his mouth onto my middle finger, sucking it, getting it slippery wet.
With that, he leans forward, kissing me deep and long. I reach around, following the unspoken command like I always have.
Swirling the wet finger around his pucker, I push in carefully as he drives his hips back, forcing my finger deeper inside, then snaps his hips forward, fucking deep into me. He continues, back and forth, back and forth, moaning into my ear as I carefully crook my finger just so.
“That’s it. Good boy. Good fucking boy,” he breathes heavily into my ear. “Come for me, Ignacio.”
The idea that I could cause him this much pleasure, that I could somehow coax anothergood boyfrom his lips? Fuck, that’s game over. When his strong hand wraps around my cock, I ignite, shattering as he jacks me.
I can’t help the sound coming out of my mouth as the orgasm peaks, and before I think it can’t get any better, he begins to moan and grunt, squeezing around my finger. The telltale pulsing is the only warning I get before I’m filled with his hot cum.
“You have the most fucking perfect hole, Ignacio,” he says, speeding up through his orgasm.
Fuck, so fast and deep.
He thrusts in one final time, pulsing his hips through the last of it before relaxing his full weight on top of me, cum leaking onto my duvet.
We lie like that for several minutes, catching our breath, hopefully not regretting anything.
He admits he likes doing the wrong thing, so I push it.
“You are so bad, Dr. Barlowe,” I whisper breathlessly. “Look at you, fucking your patient. Howcouldyou?”
He responds by kissing me hard.
I pull away, panting. “It turns you on to be this bad, doesn’t it, Dr. Barlowe?”
He takes my mouth again, dominating me, telling me in no uncertain terms how much he wants this. I let myself have an evil little grin, finally truly understanding how this is very much a two-way street. How much I have him in the palm of my hand. How much Bram correcting and praising me is as necessary to him as it is to me.
Finally parting, we clean up quickly, taking turns rinsing off in the little closet shower, never more than a few inches apart the entire time, both of us clingy and desperate.
Following me back to the bed, he playfully tackles me, which makes me laugh.
“Nacho,” he says, saying my real name with so much fucking warmth it threatens to make my chest explode. “I am genuinely, truly sorry I didn’t do a better job of setting the stage for us. Thank you. Thank you for giving this to me.”
Knocked a little speechless by the sincerity in his eyes, I can only whisperBramagainst his lips before kissing him and pulling him to me.
We nap, and when we wake up a few hours later, he rolls me over, once again ruining my hole for other men with the demanding curve of his cock. He comes inside me, and this time we don’t play doctor and patient.
“Nacho, you are the most beautiful man I’ve ever been with.”
“I’ve never felt as understood as I do with you, Bram.”
It feels so…natural.
