“Feel good?” Cypress purred, wickedly speeding up the pace. “Gonna come for me?”
“Yes, fuck, yes, sir.” Tom moaned as Cypress’s foreskin slid over more of his cock. Nothing had ever felt like this before, and even though it didn’t have the thundering pressure of a blowjob or sex, it felt so much more intimate.
He had never felt this deeply connected to someone. Cypress was in total control of Tom’s body and all his pleasure, and Tom loved how their cocks seemed to become one smooth singular piece of flesh beneath his skilled touch. It was easy to track where one began and the other ended because of Cypress’s darker complexion, and it was positively erotic to watch Cypress’s foreskin swallowing him up inch by inch.
Cypress worked their cocks together masterfully, his face drawn tight in concentration as he started to pant. “I’ve got you, Tom. Come on, my good boy… my very good boy, come for me. Come on.”
Tom’s arms pulled against the cuffs, and he gasped sharply as he suddenly came, all of the sweet pressure that had been building letting loose in a wave of bliss. His cock unloaded fast, and he couldn’t look away from where they were joined, trying to see.
Cypress’s grip began to stutter as he let out a deep groan of pleasure, rocking their cocks together. Only when he was done did he begin to peel his foreskin back, a thick ooze of their come dribbling out. He sighed with deep satisfaction, stroking himself a few times to squeeze it out all over Tom.
“Oh, my God,” Tom whispered, staring stupidly as it dripped all over his cock and balls.
“Good?” Cypress asked breathlessly, grinning down at him.
“So good,” Tom promised as he stretched out his legs. “Wow… I didn’t… I didn’t even know that was a fuckin’ thing.”
“Oh, baby boy,” Cypress teased, “you just wait. I have so much more to show you.”
“More?”
“Lots more.”
More was going to have to wait while Cypress busied himself with cleaning them both up and returning the plate to the kitchen. He called out that he was going to walk Mister Doodles, and Tom was content to stay hooked up to the bed.
He couldn’t explain why he felt so buzzed, but his foggy mind soon supplied that this must be the delicious subspace Cypress had talked about. Whatever it was, he wanted to stay here forever. He had never felt so good, so beautiful, loving how his body looked stretched out across Cypress’s bed.
He even liked the cuffs.
Cypress came back, sitting down beside Tom in bed and checking both of his hands with a gentle squeeze. “Still good?”
“Yes, sir,” Tom replied.
“I’m glad,” Cypress said, smiling as he began to unhook the cuffs and remove them. “You’ve been such a good boy for me.”
“Thank you, sir.” Tom smiled, stretching his arms and rubbing his wrists. He missed being tied up already, noting, “You could have kept me cuffed longer.”
“Not tonight.” Cypress shook his head. “We’re taking it slow, okay? Now, come on. We’re gonna grab a shower before bed.”
“Bed?” Tom protested.
“One of us has to work tomorrow.” Cypress helped Tom sit up and kissed him. “I’ve still got a few arrangements left to make, so we’re taking a shower, and you’re going to bed.”
“Mm, am I a distraction, sir?”
“A big one.”
The shower was hot, and Tom enjoyed the stinging spray against his skin. He smiled when Cypress began to wash him and rubbed him all over.
It felt so good to be touched, and he took the soap from Cypress so he could wash him, too. He loved how firm his muscles were, unable to resist squeezing Cypress’s pecs and shoulders.
Cypress chuckled at the groping, returning the affection by sliding his soapy hands down Tom’s thick hips and palming his round ass. He teased his soapy fingers between Tom’s cheeks, sliding over his hole with a soft sigh.
They kissed, unhurried and gentle, and Tom enjoyed the teasing caresses. Cypress got the shampoo to soap up Tom’s hair, his fingers raking over Tom’s scalp and sending little zings of pleasure down his spine.
Tom took the shampoo next, squirting a big blob in his hands to wash Cypress’s hair, dragging his fingers into his beard to scrub beneath his chin. Their bodies were covered in bubbles, slippery and wet as they rubbed up against one another, and Tom couldn’t stop himself from stealing another kiss.
When they pulled away, Cypress started to laugh. “Nice bubble ‘stache.”
