17Callum
Callum ended up going home with Dylan after work for the next few nights. During the day, before Callum headed back to the narrow boat to get changed for work and check in with Ezra, they would hang out together watching films and playing VR. It was fun, but the best moments were when they cuddled and kissed. Dylan was always sweet and lovely. Callum was pretty sure the guy had to be champing at the bit to get more physical, but Dylan never pushed or suggested they do anything else. He was glad he’d fallen for a guy who was so patient.
It was Wednesday morning, although it might have been closer to lunchtime by the time he stirred, Callum wasn’t sure. He propped his head up on his hand and stared at Dylan, who was still sleeping. The quilt was tucked around Dylan’s waist and one arm rested above his head. His piercings captured the reflection of the twinkling fairy lights in a mesmerising fashion and Callum soon found his stare travelling from one piercing to the next, until he was focused on Dylan’s nipple piercings. Although he’d never considered getting his own nipples pierced, Callum knew they increased sensitivity, which in turn could enhance sexual pleasure. Couldheturn Dylan on through nipple play?
Callum wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing that Dylan chose that moment to open his eyes. Dylan’s lips parted, but before he could speak, Callum kissed him.
“Mmm. Good morning, baby,” Dylan said. “You can wake me up like thateverymorning.”
“Happy to.”
Dylan grinned. “Can I get another?”
Callum dipped his mouth to Dylan’s, then, in a fit of curiosity and confidence, changed course to Dylan’s chest. He kissed Dylan’s nipple tenderly, briefly taking the metal ring between his lips. Tingling excitement pulsed through his body.
“That was nice,” Dylan murmured. “And—unexpected.”
Callum looked up at Dylan. “Tell me what to do.”
Dylan raised his eyebrows.
“Tell me what you like.” Callum smiled, but it trembled as the brief burst of confidence failed him. “I want to learn what turns you on. Please—teach me?”
Dylan’s eyebrows pinched together. “Are you sure you’re ready? I don’t want you to rush because you thinkIwant you to.”
Callum was sure he wanted totryto deepen the physical aspects of their relationship. “I’m asking, aren’t I?”
“Yes, yes you are.” Dylan’s eyes became dewy for a moment, but then he blinked the excess moisture away and cleared his throat. “Lick me gently, baby. Swirl your tongue around my nipple.”
Callum nodded and then experimented with his tongue, taking his cues from the way Dylan’s body trembled to know if he was bringing pleasure or making a prat of himself. He was nervous of doing the latter, but knew that even if he did, Dylan wouldn’t judge him. He’d never felt as safe with anyone as he did with Dylan. He ran the tip of his tongue lightly around Dylan’s areola and then over the nipple itself.
“A little more pressure, baby,” Dylan schooled. “Get it nice and wet.”
Callum pressed a little harder, using more of his tongue.
Dylan’s back arched in response to his touch. “Oh yeah, baby, just like that. Blow over it.”
Callum blew gently over Dylan’s glistening nipple, taking satisfaction from the way his eyes fluttered shut.
“So good, baby.”
He was enjoying the praise too. He could see why Dylan got off on having it lavished on him.
“Do it again,” Dylan said. “Nice and soft. I want to feel your hot tongue on me.”
Callum repeated what he’d done before, feeling a little more confident this time.
“Take it into your mouth, baby. Suck it.”
Callum closed his lips around Dylan’s pert nipple, sucking gently and running his tongue back and forth over the piercing. Dylan squirmed and gripped at the sheets.
“So good, baby, so good. Flick your tongue over my nipple, baby, nice and hard.”
Callum released Dylan’s nipple from his mouth, stiffened his tongue, and flicked it back and forth over the dark, pert nub.
“Faster,” Dylan whimpered.
Callum obliged.
