“Heh, it’s fine.” Tom sat up long enough to take a few gulps. “Thanks.”
“Of course.” Cypress nudged him to move for a moment so he could sit down and put Tom’s head in his lap. He started stroking his hair, asking, “Feel like talking?”
“No,” Tom mumbled. “I don’t really know what to say. I’m just… lost.”
“Wanna take a bath? Relax?”
“This is relaxing,” Tom argued, snuggling against Cypress’s thigh.
“Let me know if you change your mind. I’m gonna put a movie on and get dinner started in a little bit.”
“Mmm, what’s on the menu?”
“Chicken alfredo with broccoli.”
“That sounds awesome.”
“Good,” Cypress said, using the remote to turn the TV on and get a movie going. He rubbed Tom’s back in soothing little circles as the film started, leaning back and getting comfortable.
Tom was trying to do the same, but he couldn’t quite decide exactly where to put his head. He was wiggling, shifting often, and huffed loudly in frustration.
“What’s wrong?”
“Sorry. Can’t get comfortable.”
“Keep it up, and I’ll have to tie you up,” Cypress teased.
“Is that a threat, or are you flirting?” Tom laughed, gasping when Cypress playfully swatted his ass.
“Behave,” Cypress scolded.
Tom couldn’t resist sliding his hand up into Cypress’s groin. “And if I don’t want to? Would you tie me up?”
“If you wanted to,” Cypress said, his tongue flicking out over his lower lip as he glanced down at Tom. “But you’re still recovering from a drop, and your house—”
“Was broken in and wrecked, I know,” Tom interrupted, rubbing the length of Cypress’s cock through his pants. “Everything is such a fuckin’ mess right now, and I wanna be able to control something.”
“Oh?”
“Even if… even if I’m not the one in control.” Tom kept stroking him, his arousal rising and making his voice hoarse. “Especiallyif I’m not the one in control.”
“Tom,” Cypress warned, his hips shifting and his breath catching.
“Please,” Tom pleaded, feeling Cypress’s cock growing beneath his touch. “We don’t have to get rough or whatever. I wanna feel good. I don’t wanna be scared or worried or—”
“Safe word?” Cypress growled, his hand suddenly grabbing Tom’s hair.
“Calvarium clamp,” Tom replied immediately, a shiver of pleasure racing down his spine.
“You use your safe word the second you get uncomfortable.”
“I will,” Tom insisted, his cock starting to stir in his scrubs, rubbing his cheek against Cypress’s crotch. All at once, he was calmer, a soothing wave washing over him and rinsing away his troubled thoughts.
The rest of the world disappeared, closing in until it was only him and Cypress, a tiny little universe where all he had to do was listen, obey, and be a good boy.
“Then come on.” Cypress pulled out his cock, offering it to Tom as he said, “Suck it nice and slow for me.”
Tom closed his eyes, pulling back Cypress’s foreskin and sucking the slick head into his mouth. He took his time, not using any pressure, simply enjoying the taste and feel of him against his tongue. “Mmm.”
