He sweeps his hand down my chest and stomach and then slips it beneath the waistband of my boxer shorts. He grips my cock. It wasn’t quite as hard as his, but it is after two long, slow strokes.
I groan. “Stefan.”
“Yes?”
I rub my arse against his cock as he continues to stroke mine. “Orgasms… they…” I suck in a breath. It’s hard to think. “Trigger my cataplexy.” I moan loudly as he cups my balls and squeezes them gently. “And I tend to fall asleep straight after. Don’t.” I whimper. Damn, he’s good at giving hand jobs. “Don’t take it personally.”
“I won’t.” He presses a hot kiss to my neck. “Anything else I should know?”
“Like?”
He pushes the quilt aside, rolls me onto my back, and straddles me, grinding his groin against mine. He catches hold of my hands and pushes them against the pillow. He captures my lips and sucks on my tongue.
“Do you prefer to bottom or top?”
“Bottom.”
He nuzzles my jaw. “Do you ever switch?”
I shrug. “Sometimes. Not often. Do you?”
He smiles. “Sometimes.” And kisses me softly. “Not often anymore.”
I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. A deep breath helps to keep my emotions under control.
He rests his forehead against mine. “I’d like to know your kinks.”
“Now?”
“No. But soon.” He claims my mouth again. “Do you have supplies?”
I nod towards my bedside table. “Top drawer.”
I keep my lube there, so it’s in easy reach when I want to masturbate. It made sense to put condoms there too, even though I haven’t brought a guy home since I moved in. Pushing his weight through one arm, Stefan opens the drawer, pulls out the lube bottle and a condom, and puts them on the bedside table. He moves so he’s kneeling upright beside me and makes short work of taking my boxer shorts off. All I can do is stare as he removes his boxer briefs. I might even be drooling a little at the sight of his cock standing proud. The head bounces against his stomach, smearing drops of precum against his skin as he nudges my legs apart and kneels between them.
He threads his fingers through mine again. “You’re beautiful.”
“So are you.”
He kisses me as he humps me, gliding our bare cocks together in ways that make me gasp and groan.
“You’ll make me come.”
He laughs. “Isn’t that the point?”
“Yes… but… I want…”
He stares into my eyes and then nips at my lower lip. I wish he’d bitten harder, so I could feel it. I sideline the thought. It’s something I can tell him later.
“You,” I finish. “Inside me.” I swallow. “Only…”
He pauses.
“I haven’t had sex recently.”
“How long?”
I wrinkle my nose and purse my lips as I think. “Before I moved in.” Heat floods into my face. I imagine my skin has turned a violent shade of red. It’s not the only reaction my body has to my embarrassment. My muscles involuntarily relax one by one, like a domino effect.
