“This” — he slid his hand onto Scott’s concealed cock. Scott moanedandwinced, which seemed to be the expected reaction from Thomas, who raised his eyebrow – “needs a break, and pulling on your nipples, no matter how much I love your reaction, isn’t going to give it one.”
He pushed Scott from his lap, and Scott grabbed his chair to collapse onto, darting a curious look at Thomas’s crotch. It was unfair that he was so reactive to Thomas when Thomas seemed completely unfazed by him. He wanted Thomas to be turned on by him. He wanted to be able to give Thomas one orgasm when Thomas had given him so many.
Thomas pushed his knife and fork together on the plate, having finished his portion. “Did you like it?”
Scott hummed, looking down at his pasta. “It’s super creamy.”
“I wasn’t talking about the food.”
“Oh…I guess I liked it.”
Thomas cocked his head. “Why are you guessing? Either you liked it or not.”
“Well, I came lots of times.”
“But?”
“It’s…confusing, like being torn apart.” Scott grimaced. “That sounds too brutal. The build-up feels so good, but there’s always an element of fear knowing what is on the other side, and then the orgasm comes and you forget all about that fear because it’s only pleasure, but when it fades, you remember why you’d been fearful in the first place. It hits you like an electric shock.” He took a sip of water. “I’m probably making no sense.”
“It makes sense. I get to see it all play out on your face.”
“And when it’s hurting, there’s a determination too, like I know I can get through it, and once I do it’s a relief, and…and…”
“And?”
“Pride…pride for you. I’m proud I did it for you.”
Thomas lifted his brow.
Scott shook his head. “There’s too much going on to think straight, and knowing it’s going to keep going, happening, until you stop it is both hot and terrifying.”
Thomas licked his lips and spread his legs beneath the table.
“The last thing I remember was looking up at you,” Scott mused before sipping his water again. “You were this fixed point above me, the only thing I could hold on to, then nothing.”
“You were already exhausted by that point, and you came pretty damn hard before you fainted.”
“You mean, youmademe come hard…”
Thomas whipped his tongue out again. “Yes.” He slipped down his chair slightly. “I should’ve…eased off, but I didn’t.”
“Why not?”
“I got selfish, possessive even. I wanted to see you shatter into a million beautiful pieces, and you did.”
“I don’t remember that final time.”
“I know, you were gone before you got to enjoy it. I wanted to give you that one for free, but it was too much for you.”
“You were holding me. I know that.”
Thomas stood up abruptly and began clearing the table. Scott forced himself up on weak legs to follow him to the dishwasher. He had his glass in hand, as if intending to put it in the machine.
“Did you like what you saw?” Scott whispered.
Thomas stooped over to put their plates in the rack. “I thought that was implied by thebeautiful piecespart.”
“I love it when you call me beautiful.”
