“What do you want? I don’t know where the boundaries are.” I keep moving my hands over as much of his body as I can get to. I’m not letting this opportunity go to waste, and his legs still have me wrapped up tight.
“You. I like your hands on me. I miss being touched.” He bites off the last of that statement, and I decide the only sensible thing to do is to kiss him senseless.
Jesus Christ, if I thought sweet, hardworking, beautiful little Theo was a walking wet dream before, that’s got nothing on him eager in my bed with kiss-stung lips and hooded eyes.
In response to his whimpers, I get my hands all over him. My cock thinks this is its goddamned birthday, jumping and throbbing like rubbing against Theo’s leg is the best pleasure it has ever known. I’m hard as fuck, pressing against my pants, begging to get Theo’s skin against my dick in any way possible.
It is going to have to wait, though. The priority here is Theo and what he needs.
“You are something else, sweetheart,” I mumble against his neck, drowning myself in that powder-sugar scent. I kiss him deep, embedding his flavor on my tongue.
His smaller hands are heaven across my chest. When he runs his hands down my abs, I press my hips into his, needing friction. What I get is even better—Theo’s hard dick makes my eyes roll back. I grind down slightly, and his back arches right into my hands.
“Matt.” Wherever this goes, it will only be a ripple across those dark pools of need. Insatiable.
“You’re a sexy little thing, sugar.”
His own eyes roll back with a flutter of dark lashes.
Oh. Hell. Yes.
Theo’s got a praise kink? Fuck yes. I’ll drown him in it.
I get his shirt off, and mine, kissing all over his slender frame. He tries to return the favor, but I pin him to my bed with my hips, and his dick responds.
“I’m going to be in charge here because your hands on me will end this much too soon. Just lay back. I want to make you come, sweetness. Yeah? You going to be okay with that?”
“Yes.” Big, needy eyes and emphatic nods make it clear Theo knows what he wants.
“So perfect for me, aren’t you?” I say it just to watch him flush and his nipples tighten even further.
Yes. Fucking. Yes.
I kiss down his body, lavishing it with kisses and praise.
“When you leave, I barely make it from the door, did you know that, Theo? You get me so worked up with your kisses. I’m so hard when you leave, sugar. Are you? Do you go home and touch yourself? You think of me?”
“Can’t,” Theo whines under my hands and kisses. “I can’t make it like it is when you are here.”
My hands can’t get to his jeans fast enough. “You need me? Is that it? You need me to get you there?”
“Please, Matt.”
That’s it. I’ve died, and this is heaven. “You’ve been pent up this whole time? Jesus Christ, Theo, I’m going to take care of you.”
I thought it was sexy before, thinking of him jerking off after our little kissing sessions, but the idea he hasn’t been able to replay them like I do? To think he’s unable to get there unless I help him? Hell to the yes.
Theo’s jeans and whatever he had on underneath them come down easily, and I fling the unnecessary fabric out of the way.
“I want to watch you come, baby. Then I’m going to be right behind you.” I admire his dick. It’s proportional to him, not very big, but it fits him perfectly.
“All of you is beautiful, isn’t it, sugar? Look at that perfect dick.” My big hand wraps around it, and Theo groans long and deep. I grab my lube, stowed in a gap between the mattress and the side of the bed frame.
Unable to resist, I kiss him again, humming against his mouth, which is slack with all the good feelings and barely able to kiss back.
I make my way back to his dick to jerk him off. I can learn what he likes better that way. I can focus on his face. Plus, if I put him in my mouth, I’ll blow along with him, and I need to see what he looks like lying with my release all over him. Still, I can’t resist. I duck my head to nuzzle his dark curls and plant quick kisses along his shaft.
Powdered fucking donuts, I swear.
