“Scott.”
“Okay. Okay.”
He groped his abs before twisting one of his nipples. Goosebumps rushed down his skin as it tightened. It made the suction on his dick more intense. Scott brought his other hand up his chest so he could twist both nipples at the same time. White hot pain had him biting his lip. He released it with a pant.
“I didn’t think it would feel this good,” Scott admitted. “And it’s not just the sensation, it’s…it’s…”
“It’s knowing that it’s not going to stop, not when you warn you’re about to come, not when it all gets too much, it’s just going to keep on going.”
“Shit, Thomas.” Scott lifted his head from the pillow. “I’m not going to last.”
“I know,” Thomas replied. “It’s not about lasting; it’s about giving everything, even when it hurts. You’ll give me everything, every drop of your cum.”
Scott twisted his nipple, and the hot spike of pain went straight to his dick.
“God, you look incredible like this.”
Scott shivered. “You’ve got to stop saying things like that.”
“But you do, Scott, what a perfect body, and such a pretty cock.”
Scott closed his eyes. All he could do was listen to the sound of the pump and Thomas’s praise while feeling the insane pressure on his dick.
“You love the feeling of it fucking you,” Thomas murmured. “You love that thing riding your beautiful dick.”
“Thomas…” Scott’s hips jerked. “I’m…coming.”
“Don’t tell me,showme.”
Scott bit his lip, groaning as he came for the first time. Thomas slowed the pump, but didn’t stop it altogether. It kept on chugging away, taking Scott’s dick, pulling the cum from his slit.
The wash of pleasure gave way to pins and needles sensitivity.
Scott gritted his teeth, reaching for the pump, needing to take the pressure away.
“Don’t think about touching it,” Thomas hissed.
Scott had his hand lifted from his chest, twitching his fingers with the desire to grab the pump. He didn’t, though. He didn’t dare.
“Put your hand down on the bed.”
Scott clutched the sheet beneath. He squirmed, but the pump kept working him.
“Let it fuck you through it,” Thomas said. “Let it get you to the other side again. You can do it –”
“Thom –”
“Youcan.”
Scott stiffened his jaw. He pressed the back of his head into the pillow, groaning as he stretched his neck, baring his throat, until he faced the top of the bed. He tried to breathe through his nose, but it wasn’t enough. He relaxed his lips, taking in air through his mouth and billowing his cheeks, but his teeth stayed tightly clenched.
There was no way he looked hot, no way he could be with his cheeks and forehead flushing and his face scrunched up at the discomfort.
He growled through it, arching his back.
The sensitivity waned, then released its cruel hold on him.
Scott slumped, panting hard as the pump went back to feeling pleasurable again.
