“Mmmphhh.” Tom couldn’t exactly identify the sound he’d made but thinking about this delicious burning pain right there on his dick was ridiculously stimulating. “Yes, that, please. I wanna do that.”
“Easy,” Cypress cautioned, positioning himself behind Tom and reaching around to touch his dripping cock. “Gotta learn to walk before you can run.”
As Cypress’s fingers curled around the base of his dick, Tom moaned excitedly. He couldn’t believe how wet he was, and Cypress’s strong grip felt amazing. His orgasm was dangerously close, his balls tight and begging for release.
His cheeks felt raw rubbing against Cypress’s crotch, and the new level of sensitivity he was experiencing was addictive. He was there, right about to come. He could taste it, waiting for the rush to overtake him, and he hissed as Cypress suddenly stopped.
“Now,” Cypress whispered, his lips brushing over Tom’s ear, “you wanna be a good boy, don’t you?”
“I wanna come!” Tom begged, slapping his hand down on the counter. “Fuck! Please!”
“Only good boys get to come,” Cypress warned. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson? Hmm?”
“I… what…?” All Tom could think about was coming, and he had no idea what Cypress wanted him to say.
“From now on, I expect you to let me know when you’re stopping by.” Cypress squeezed Tom’s balls, giving them a sharp tug. “Do you understand?”
“Yes! Yes, sir!”
“And I expect you to keep standing up for yourself,” Cypress went on, his fingers curling back around Tom’s cock and stroking him again. “You need to stop selling that formaldehyde shit, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Tom groaned, his breath coming in and out in short gasps as he felt his orgasm starting to build again.
“I don’t know how you got yourself into it, but it ends now,” Cypress ordered, jerking Tom off faster and faster. “I don’t date criminals, okay?”
Date—wait, Cypress wanted to date him?
The thought came and went as Tom got lost in his sudden climax, crying out as he came. His hips rocked erratically, his cheeks still burning, and the flood of pleasure made his vision blur.
“Good boy,” Cypress growled, withdrawing his hand and licking away Tom’s come. “Mmm.”
Tom nearly broke his neck trying to turn around to watch, captivated by every luxurious swipe of Cypress’s tongue. “Holy shit.”
“Good?” Cypress asked, dragging Tom up into a warm hug and kissing him deeply.
“So good!” Tom gushed, hugging Cypress’s neck. He went back in for another juicy kiss. “Definitely got me all come-stupid again.”
“It’s a good look for you.”
“Yeah?” Tom couldn’t stop smiling.
“Mmhm.” Cypress rubbed Tom’s back, his hands sliding down to gingerly palm his ass. “Feel okay? Wasn’t too much?”
“No.” Tom huffed out a short laugh. “It was… it was great. I’ve never…” He couldn’t quite bring himself to say it. “You know, this. I’ve never done any of this before.”
“I know,” Cypress soothed. “You’ll learn.”
“Don’t you wanna…?” Tom’s eyes flicked down to the obvious bulge hiding beneath Cypress’s apron.
“Is that you offering?” Cypress reached to palm himself. “Because I’m definitely not gonna turn down another taste of that hot little mouth of yours.”
“Fuck. Yes.” Tom dropped down so quickly he thought his knees were going to pop out of place. He pushed Cypress’s apron out of the way, watching him unbutton his jeans to free his thick cock.
As soon as Cypress presented it to him, Tom swallowed every inch right down without hesitation. He squeezed him, stroking upwards just to tease the edge of his foreskin before swallowing him to the base of his cock. Cypress tasted as good as before, and Tom loved how Cypress ran his fingers through his hair as he sucked him hard.
“Good boy, go on,” Cypress urged. “There you go… suck that cock.”
Tom got his lips good and wet to ease each thrust into his mouth, moaning when Cypress pulled his hair a little tighter. The pace was picking up fast, faster than before, and Tom closed his eyes as the head of Cypress’s cock began to slam into the back of his throat.
