“I know you like me to take the lead, but tonight, you need to tell me whatyouwant. This is all aboutyou. If you’re not comfortable, or not happy, say.”
“I will.”
Callum felt so happy he could barely stand it. He felt like he was high on love, which sounded corny in his head, but was true.
“I love you,” he whispered as Dylan began to massage his arse.
“I love you too.”
Callum curled his toes. “That feels so good.” It was hard to remember to praise Dylan when his mind was floating in a sea of ecstasy. “So good.”
“I’m going to take your limited vocabulary as a positive sign.” Dylan chuckled.
Callum gasped as Dylan’s wet finger trailed up and down his crack, before pushing lightly and playfully against his entrance. “Oh! That’s nice.”
“I’m glad you like it, baby.”
Thick cold liquid dripped over his arse, making him shiver and squirm. Tenderly, Dylan used his fingers to massage him, warming the lube up.
“Tell me when you want my finger. Tell me when you’re ready.”
Callum let Dylan caress and tease him for a while longer. His cock was rock hard, he was flushed with heat, and he was still crazily relaxed.
“I want you,” he whispered. “Please.”
Dylan lay beside him, stroking his hair and kissing his shoulders. “Tell me more about your kinky dreams.”
Callum cracked a smile. “I’ve already told you.”
“Uh-uh. You told me aboutone.”
Callum opened his heavy eyes. “They’re always more of the same. I’m often on my knees, you’re telling me what to do. Not always with words. You’re always in charge when you fu—”
Dylan’s finger pushed gently inside him. Callum gasped and squeezed his eyes shut.
Dylan kept stroking his hair and whispering to him. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll stop if you want.”
“No. It’s okay.”
“Let me know when you want me to go a little deeper.”
“Thank you,” Callum breathed. “For being patient and gentle.”
“Always.”
It took Callum a few moments to get used to the sensation of having the very tip of Dylan’s finger inside him. Gradually, his body relaxed again, and what had felt strange and invasive became warm and nice.
“More.”
His muscles tightened again as Dylan pushed his finger a fraction deeper. Dylan paused, letting Callum get used to him all over again, not even twitching his finger until Callum gave him the go ahead to push a little further by nodding his head. Callum had no clue how long it took until he felt Dylan’s knuckles against his arse cheeks. He’d lost track of time.
“How are you doing, baby?” Dylan asked.
“It’s nice,” Callum breathed. “So nice.”
“Do you want me to finger fuck you?”
Callum groaned, pushing his arse back against Dylan’s hand. “Please.”
