I nod.
“Have you found that the men here can take care of you?”
“Not as well as I’d like.”
“Would you like for me to take care of you? Just for tonight? It would help me very much.”
My whisperedyesis cut off as his lips crash down on mine. I stifle a whimper as I wrap my arms around him, arching into him as he delves his tongue into my waiting mouth. We stand at the foot of the bed, making out, his large hands calming me.
“You’ve got a perfect ass,” he whispers against my lips, squeezing said ass.
“You should see my thighs. Strong and thick.”
“Oh, I’ve been feeling them up all night. You’re built like a…what are those beer horses?”
“Clydesdales,” I respond, grinning as I run my fingers through his pretty beard.
“Yes. Clydesdales. But it’s this belly, this tiny, perfect layer of softness, that’s driving me out of my mind,” he says, going to his knees, pushing my shirt out of the way, kissing, his lips soft and hot against my skin.
Bringing his fingers to the tie on my thin lounge pants, he flicks his eyes to mine. “May I?”
I lean back, gripping the dresser, nodding like it’s my job.
“Oh God, please. Yes, to everything. Yes, to anything. Just be careful with my piercings.”
He grins, running his finger over the thin material covering my cock. He stops as his fingertips discover the apadravya piercing, and he runs his teeth over his bottom lip.
“I’m a simple man with simple tastes. I want merely to be able to take you apart tonight if you’ll let me.”
“I need it.”
We share another look, this one less frenzied, less heated. He sends me a wink, letting the pants fall to the floor. I’m not the longest guy out there, somewhere decently in the middle and a little on the thick side, like the rest of me.
Pushing his face into my groin, he moans. “Beautiful.”
Taking me in hand, he strokes me to full hardness, gently licking at my slit before tonguing the piercing, both top and bottom. Producing a little spit to shine over the crown, he sucks it into his mouth, his tongue circling and swirling the piercing for a few eye-rolling seconds before taking in my full length.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a man look so satisfied in that position. He makes the quietest little noises of happiness as he slides up and down on me, and I feel like the tastiest boy he’s ever had.
His fingers graze my taint as he palms my sac and the guiche piercing. Alternating tapping the tiny silver balls, he goes back to tonging the piercing through my glans, creating the perfect shots of pleasure up and down my shaft.
I put my hands on his head, rolling my hips. “Close.”
His hand comes to my belly, cupping it as he slows his thrusts, carefully pulling off me.
“I’m good keeping it to oral tonight if you prefer, or…”
I shake my head. “Of course that’s fine if you prefer, but…fuck me. Please,” I tack on, probably sounding desperate. “If you don’t mind.”
He stands, gently tugging me toward him, delving into my mouth for a deep kiss. “That is the very last thing I would mind.”
He reaches for his Dopp kit, pulling out a small bottle of lube and a stack of gold foil condoms. My hands go to his jeans, and I make quick work of them, then step back.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit.”
He grimaces, stroking himself. “If it’s too much…”
Shaking my head, I laugh. “I’m just glad I’m a size queen when it comes to my dildos.”
