“That’s perfect.” Dylan’s hand twisted into Callum’s hair. “Just mix it up, baby. Lick, suck, blow, flick. Drive me wild.”
Callum paused to gaze up at Dylan’s face. His eyelids were heavy, his face relaxed, lips parted.
“You okay?” Dylan asked.
“This is hot.”
“Which part?”
“All of it? You, telling me how to make you squirm and whimper like that.”
Dylan chuckled. “I’m glad you’re having fun.”
Callum smiled and then turned his attention back to Dylan’s nipples. He divided his time between them, mixing things up, just as Dylan had instructed.
“You’re making me so hard, baby. Keep doing that and I’m going to come in my boxers.”
Callum stopped and stared at Dylan.
“Too soon?” Dylan asked, lips quivering into a delicate smile.
“Are you serious?”
“I was getting close to delirious before you stopped.” Dylan laughed softly. “But if you’re asking if I can orgasm just from having my nipples stimulated…Yes.”
A rush of desire coursed down Callum’s spine, hitting his groin full force. He gasped and bit his lip, pressing his forehead against Dylan’s chest.
“We can stop,” Dylan said. “It’s okay.”
Callum looked up and shook his head. “I want to make you come.”
The words surprised him, as did the conviction he’d heard in his own voice, but he knew it was true. Hedidwant to make Dylan come.
Dylan’s smile became confident and truly happy again, lighting up his eyes. “Well okay then. Just keep doing what you were, baby. It was perfect. I’m already hard for you.”
Callum looked down as he pushed the quilt back with his hand, revealing the shape of Dylan’s hard cock beneath his flimsy boxer pants. There was a growing wet spot in the fabric, where he was leaking pre-cum. He’d never seen another man’s cock before. Okay, that wasn’t entirely true. He’d seen flaccid ones in passing in open-plan changing rooms and at urinals. He’d never seen another man’s erect cock, let alone one that was hard because of him. He’d definitely never touched another man’s cock, but now he wanted to.
He pushed down the waistband, arching an eyebrow when the first thing he revealed was a tattoo. Dylan chuckled, but didn’t make any kind of movement. Callum pushed the boxers down further, fully exposing the tattoo and Dylan’s immaculately groomed pubic hair. The tattoo said ‘Danger Zone’ in block capitals that were no taller than the nail of Callum’s little finger. It was sexy.
He pushed the boxers further still, freeing Dylan’s cock which stood proud, dripping milky pre-cum. His cock was pierced with a curved barbell that went into his urethra and out of the underside of his penis, just behind the head. A soft moan escaped Callum’s parted lips as pressure built up in his groin. Dylan had told him he had another piercing, but Callum hadn’t expected it to be through his cock.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, helping Dylan to wriggle out of the boxers before looking back into his eyes. “Another time, you can teach me how to touch your cock to make you come.”
Dylan’s grin became so wide and his eyes were sparkling half-moons. “Whenever you want me to, baby.”
Smiling, Callum went back to lavishing attention on Dylan’s nipples, just as he’d been taught. Dylan wriggled and moaned, and moments later a throaty groan ripped out of him as his body tensed and his hips bucked.
“Oh God, baby. You’re so good,” Dylan crooned. His fingers tugged on Callum’s hair, pulling sharply. “So good, baby. So good.”
Callum didn’t stop. He flicked Dylan’s nipple with his tongue as he came and then, as his body relaxed and he lay panting, Callum blew over each damp and glistening nipple. Then he flopped down beside Dylan, resting his head in the crook of his neck.
Dylan stroked his shoulders. “Thank you.”
Callum smiled. “I’m glad I did okay.”
“Okay? Baby, you did more than okay. Give me a few to recover and then I want to make you come.” Dylan twirled his finger in a circle on Callum’s shoulder. “Didyoulike that?”
“Yes. God, yes.” More than he had expected he would. “Thank you.”
