I curl my lip. “Pissed on you?”
“It’s a fetish. One I’m not into.” He sits up and kisses me. “Having you fuck my mouth is a hot fantasy, but it’s fine if you want to keep it as that.”
I rest my hands on his hips. “I’ve been getting into praising you.”
“I know, and I appreciate it.” He nuzzles my nose with his. “But I think that’s your limit. And that’s fine. I told you I don’t need the rest to fool around with you from time to time.”
For some reason, his words sting, even though I know he doesn’t mean it that way. We’re friends with benefits. Nothing more. We’re doing exactly as he said: hanging out and fooling around. Why should pointing that out hurt?
“Do Doms get to use safewords too?”
Haru raises his eyebrows. “Absolutely. Things can get too much for Doms too.”
I press my lips together and nod. “I’d need to be able to trust that you’ll click out if you need to.”
“Of course. I’d never do anything that didn’t feel right. But you’d also have to trust that I’m happy and enjoying myself if I’m not clicking.” He caresses my face. “But you don’t have to do this, Kyle. Let’s put another film on.”
I shake my head. I’ve already made up my mind. It’s a hot fantasy, one I was into on the phone. I shot my load, imagining fucking his mouth. I’ve dreamt about it every night since then.
“Get on your knees.”
“Kyle—”
“On your knees, pretty boy.”
Haru sucks in a breath and slips off the sofa onto his knees. He stares up at me, eyes wide. His arms hang against his sides, his fingers stretched long, his palms pressed against his thighs.
“You look so fucking beautiful, waiting to suck my cock.”
He licks his lips. “Kyle—”
I cup his cheek and stroke my thumb over his soft skin. “What do you call me?”
He widens his eyes farther. “S-Sir?”
“That’s right, beautiful.”
His jaw presses against my palm as he swallows. “You’re so sexy, Sir.”
“So are you.” I lean down and kiss him, plunging my tongue into his mouth to give him a taste of what’s to come.
I stand tall, unzip my jeans, and push them and my underpants down my thighs. I stroke my cock. Haru watches me as if my dick is a feast he’s dying to taste.
“Do you want my cock, beautiful?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me how much.”
“I want it so bad. I want you to stuff your cock into my mouth and fuck me until you come. I want to taste your cum and suck you dry. I want—oh fuck, I want it, Sir. So, so bad.” He’s not just saying it. He means it. I can tell by the breathy desperation in his voice. It makes me hard.
I step up to him and brush the tip of my cock against his lips, smearing them with pre-cum. He parts his lips.
“Did I say you could open your mouth, gorgeous?”
He shakes his head and presses his lips together.
“You’re such a good boy.” I lightly tap the head of my cock against his lips and chin until they’re glistening. “Taste me, gorgeous.”
