Jackson swiped his thumb over the tip of Day’s cock, gathering the fluid there and presenting it to Day. He stuck his tongue out, capturing Jackson’s finger and sucking it into his mouth. Jackson pulled free, swiping his finger across Day’s lower lip. “I’ve got something much better for you to do with that pornographic mouth of yours.”
Day was nodding before the words were even out. “Anything, Daddy.”
Jackson leaned back with his hands on the bed and looked down at his cock tenting his shorts. Day slipped from Jackson’s lap, going to his knees before him, his hands reaching for the waistband. Jackson raised his hips and let Day work his shorts down, his cock springing free and slapping against the taut muscles of his belly. Day’s nostrils flared at the sight of Jackson’s erection, like it was a gift.
Day’s nails dragged along Jackson’s thighs before he looked up at him from beneath a dark fringe of lashes. “Can I, Daddy?”
Jackson didn’t answer right away despite his compulsion to want to force Day to swallow him down. He just let him sit there on his knees, gazing up at him, plump lip in a slight pout, like there was a chance Jackson might say no. “Say, please.”
“Please,” Day whispered, his fingers spasming against Jackson’s thighs.
Jackson buried his fingers in Day’s hair, bringing his face closer before stopping. “Please, what?”
“Please, can I suck you off, Daddy?” Day begged without hesitation.
“Sure, baby. Since you asked so nicely.”
At this point, Jackson usually just closed his eyes and focused on the sensation, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Day as he rose up on his knees, pushing Jackson back just enough to get some room. Jackson leaned back on his forearms, watching his cock disappear into the hot, wet suction of Day’s full, glossy lips. Jackson growled low as Day bobbed his head twice before taking Jackson to the back of his throat and swallowing, his breath rustling the hair at the base of his cock. Christ.
Jackson expected Day to pull off but he just stayed there, his tongue teasing across the thick vein along his shaft until Jackson couldn’t help but grip Day’s head and flex his hips, fucking into Day’s throat with tiny aborted thrusts that sent bursts of pleasure through his entire body. “Oh, fuck. That’s it. Suck me. You look so good like this. So fucking pretty.”
Day tapped Jackson’s thigh, and he let him free. Day sat panting, tears and mascara running down his face as he ran his tongue up one side of Jackson’s cock and down the other before pumping his cock and sucking on just the tip.
“Fuck, your tongue should come with a warning label.”
Day gave him a smile, running his tongue along the base of Jackson’s cock again as if to prove his point.
“You keep looking at me that way and I might forget that you’re saving yourself.”
Day’s smile wavered, his pupils blowing wide, like the idea of Jackson fucking him was more than he could handle. If Day only knew how much he was testing Jackson’s control. If he did, he’d be a lot more concerned for his precious virginity auction, because Jackson couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to throw Day on the bed and work him open, first with his tongue and then with his fingers, before fucking him nice and slow and deep, watching his face as he took every inch of him.
“My turn,” Jackson snarled. “On the bed.” Day rose in one graceful motion and sat on the bed. Jackson stood, dragging him to the edge of the bed by the ankle and flipping him over roughly until he was on his belly. Day looked back at Jackson just as he dragged Day’s hips upward. Jackson didn’t take Day’s panties off, just pulled the string from between his cheeks to pet over his entrance. “Red is definitely your color.
Jackson leaned down, sinking his teeth into Day’s ass cheek hard enough to get a startled cry out of him. When he didn’t utter his safeword, Jackson bit him on the other cheek as well, liking the way his bite marks looked on Day’s pale skin.
Day whimpered when Jackson splayed him open, teasing over Day’s hole with the flat of his tongue. “You like that, baby?” Jackson asked, burying his face before Day could formulate an answer.
Jackson couldn’t get enough of the taste of Day or the way he whined and moaned as Jackson licked and sucked at his entrance, pushing himself back on Jackson’s tongue, begging him for more. “Please, Daddy. I need more. Please. I’m so hard. Can I touch myself? Please? Please?”
“No,” Jackson said, giving Day one last lick before he went for the lube that Day had conveniently left on the side table. Jackson brought the whole bottle with him. “On your back.”
Day rolled onto his back, bending his legs at the knees, watching Jackson with a look that was slightly more timid than when they’d started, noting the way Day’s legs were already shaking. Jackson shed the rest of his clothing and climbed on the bed, above Day’s head, facing his feet. Day lay there, like the perfect boy, just waiting for Jackson’s orders, watching him with wide eyes. He looked so innocent like this, almost nervous. It made Jackson want to turn off the cameras and hold him, but he knew Day would never allow that. When Jackson lubed up the fingers on both hands, Day’s gaze shot to his, the slightest fear bleeding through.
“Relax,” Jackson crooned. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Jackson’s words had Day shivering. He had no idea what Jackson intended to do to him, and it was shredding his nerves. He hadn’t anticipated this level of nerves. It was just sex. Day tried to convince himself it was because he’d never had a partner on camera, but the truth was Day had stopped caring about recording the moment Jackson had kissed him. Kissing Jackson was like nothing Day had ever experienced before. The few guys Day had kissed had kissed him like it was just a precursor to other things. Jackson kissed him like he was branding him, like he was letting Day know he was Jackson’s. He was just so big and strong, and when his arms went around Day, he felt safe.
Day shook away the stupid thought. It was just sex. Just touching. Day didn’t do feelings. He just wanted Jackson’s hands, his mouth, his tongue, and, oh, that fucking beard. The way it ran rough across Day’s skin, leaving a burning trail in its wake. Jackson was so fucking hot, and Day regretted ever starting his virginity auction because he’d never wanted somebody inside him the way he wanted Jackson, and that was after five or so hours together. What was Day going to do when he was next to him day after day, knowing Jackson would take him if he asked? That he’d hold him down and fuck him into the mattress and be as rough or gentle as Day wanted? It twisted Day’s insides and made his cock throb.
Jackson came up on his knees to rub his heavy, veiny cock across Day’s spit-slicked lips before leaning forward and feeding it to him, nice and slow. Day sucked it down greedily as Jackson fucked his mouth in short rhythmic strokes. Day couldn’t keep his hands to himself, running his fingers along Jackson's muscular thighs or the perfection of his ass, teasing his fingers across his balls, thumbing the spot just behind until Jackson did that half growl thing that made Day’s toes curl.
Jackson pushed the scrap of red silk to Day’s thighs before taking his cock in his slick fist and teasing the fingers of his other hand into the crease of his ass, probing his entrance. Day whimpered, pulling off Jackson’s cock to cant his hips, hoping Jackson would get the message. Day needed Jackson inside him. Day released a stuttering breath, trying to relax at the sudden blunt pressure of Jackson’s thick finger. He tried not to grimace at the slow familiar burn, bearing down as Jackson probed his entrance, whining as he slipped inside.
“Jackson.” Day couldn’t help the slight tinge of panic in his voice. He wasn’t scared, just overwhelmed, like he couldn’t breathe.
Jackson placed a kiss on Day’s lower belly, and the simple act choked Day up. He didn’t want to think about why. He slid Jackson’s cock back into his mouth, choosing to focus on that and the way Jackson fucked his finger in and out of him as his other hand worked his cock in a tight, mind-numbingly slow grip.
Minutes passed as Day did his best to give as well as receive, but it was hard when he was fucking down on Jackson’s fingers and thrusting up into his tightened fist. It was like he couldn’t help himself. He dug his nails into Jackson’s ass, relaxing his throat, content to let Jackson fuck his mouth while he took Day apart.
