I remove my shirt and my partially opened jeans, followed by my underwear.
"Xander, look at me," I say in all but a whisper. "Do you see me? Do you see what seeing you has done to me?"
He had looked up to meet my eyes but is now looking down at my cock standing proudly at attention and begging for his touch.
I take a step forward in his direction.
"I know what it's like to feel like you don't belong, what it's like to not be accepted for something you can't control, for existing." I take another step. "Did you mean to show me your secret?"
He shakes his head. "I changed after you fell asleep. I'm so used to wearing them, I forgot to take them off. I'm sorry, Ash. I know this isn't normal—"
"Normal?" I laugh. "I live with a stepmother who hates me. I work on a farm. I have no money, and on a good day, you might even see me talking to animals. I'm a fucking walking fairy tale, waiting for the happy ending that never comes."
A smile finally breaks through, and the spark in his eyes returns.
"I can give you a happy ending," he says, pulling me closer and slamming his lips over mine.
If I was already hard, then the feel of the satin against my naked cock is making me leak like crazy. I've never felt anything like this before. What have I been missing?
When Xander releases my mouth, I run my hands over the smooth globes of his satin covered ass, and whisper in his ear. "I'm going to tease you so much you're going to leak all over these pretty panties, then I'm going to take them off you and stuff them in my coat pocket to take home. My own precious Xander treasure."
I hear a gasp, and his trapped cock twitches against mine.
"Do you like that, Xander?"
He nods.
"Now my question is, do you want me to fuck you or do you want to fuck me? I'm an equal opportunities man."
There's a deep intake of breath and he leans his head back to face me. We're touching head to toe. Too vertical for my taste, but I love how we fit together, even though Xander is a little bit taller than me.
"I'm versatile too, but will you fuck me...while I'm wearing the panties?"
Xander bites his lip. I release it with my finger and kiss him again.
"The night," I say, looking up at the dome, "isn't even here yet. We have all the time, and I hope you have more panties where those have come from."
I pull him toward his bed, and now it's his turn to lay down and let me go to town on his body.
His bed is easily twice the size of mine, and definitely more comfortable. All the possibilities there are to worship Xander run through my head. There are almost too many, and I hope this isn't a one off. That whatever we're building here has the potential for more than just sex.
Xander's reaction when he took off his sweatpants was a billboard sign announcing he's never shared this part of himself with anyone. The thought makes me sad, but also extremely privileged. This isn't a gift I'm going to play with and throw away.
I start by kissing his calf muscles. Xander is tall but lean. His skin has a tan color to it, which I guess might be from a recent holiday rather than natural because of his dark blonde hair and green eyes.
My tongue and lips aren't the only ones working to tease Xander. My hands don't stop. I massage his muscles, feeling him relax under my touch, and then tense up again when I cup his erection but refuse to release it.
I open his legs and bury my face in his thighs, inhaling and smelling the musky, salty scent of his precum. There's a wet patch, making the bright pink darker, and I suck on it.
"Fuck, Ash...god, please touch me."
I pull the panties down only enough to expose the head, but keep my hand where it is, cupping his balls.
He tastes heavenly, so I take more of his cock in my mouth, licking and sucking until I'm as far down to the base as I can go without gagging. He won't last long if I keep doing this, so I stop before it's too late.
"Noooo," he cries. "You evil man."
"Where are your supplies?"
