“Yes, I have. Let’s, uh, go see about your bedroom.”
Grinning, he pushes past me, dragging me by my towel to the bedroom, which is essentially a bed with four walls around it. Despite the limited space, the bed is large, and there’s plenty of room for us. He doesn’t have any curtains up, but we are surrounded by trees. The light filtering through leaves gives everything a golden hue.
We kiss and rub against each other until we’re both fully hard and leaking.
“Drawer,” Levy says, pointing to the side of the bed.
I open it and reach in blindly, expecting the condoms and lube to be right there. Instead, my hand lands on something soft.
When I look over the edge of the bed, I grin and hold up the delicate scrap of white lace, a series of bands, and what looks to be a G-string.
“What do we have here?”
His eyes widen, and he pulls a pillow over his face. “Put that away!” he says, muffled and embarrassed.
“Okay, but we are revisiting this at some point.”
Digging around a little more carefully, I find the condoms and lube. Stroking myself, I suck on one of his nipple piercings and take a moment to focus. When my hands stop shaking, I roll the condom down my greedy cock and slather it with lube.
Still looking sheepish, Levy peeks out from under his pillow, watching my hand work up and down my length.
“Don’t be shy,” I say, crawling over him and taking the pillow so I can kiss his sweet face. “I am so turned on by the thought of seeing you in lace that I can barely think straight.”
He strokes a finger between his brows, flushed and beautiful. “I…I was trying something.”
“And did you like it?”
He looks to the side, nodding as he bites his lip.
“I bet it contrasts beautifully with your tattoos.”
His eyes track to mine, and I lift my chin, silently demanding an answer.
“Yes.”
“Mm. Fuck it,” I say, diving back into the drawer to grab the silky lacy nothingness. “Please. Please put this on for me. Please.”
He flushes. “You really want to see it on me?”
I give him prayer hands. “I’ll put it on you myself.”
“Okay.”
Shaking it out carefully, I identify the bands that go around the waist and thighs, with a garter attaching the two. The G-string has a gauzy pouch for his pretty cock and thin, barely-there strings.
I put that on him first, gently pulling the tiny scrap of material up his thighs, setting the string in place before adjusting his already-plump cock in the stretchy, see-through pouch.
The bands around his waist and thighs pull up easily, and I attach the garters for full effect. Needing the entire view, I stand on the bed, my feet straddling his hips.
He brings his hands above his head, canting his knees off to the side in a classic pinup pose, nearly killing me with how sexy, innocent, and filthy he looks. The white lace and garters against the miles of tattooed skin with his beard…fuck.
“You’re beautiful.”
The delicate material highlights the ways in which he is both so very strong and a little bit soft. He is not just beautiful. He’s perfection.
Levy runs a nervous hand through his hair and then flicks an uncertain gaze at me. I stroke my hard cock so he can see what he’s doing to me, that it’s not just words.
Still straddling his hips, I kneel and return to kissing him, adding more lube before working my slick fingers underneath him, finding his pretty hole by touch as I move aside the delicate string.
