Scott hissed at the harsh pinch to his nipple, glancing down at his shirt moving with both Thomas’s hands beneath it. The buttons he never did up at the top, let him catch a glimpse of Thomas’s nails on his skin, the peaks of his red nipples waiting to be touched.
“You’re going to come again,” Thomas warned.
Scott groaned, shifting his hips, seeking help from the fabric of his jeans. It was tight, oppressive, but if he lifted his hips, humped the air like a desperate dog, it dragged against him enough for something.
Thomas pushed down on his stomach, halting Scott’s plan to find relief. He clicked his fingers beneath Scott’s shirt, the harsh sound making him alert.
“On the screen,” Thomas said. “I meant you’re going to come again on the screen.”
“Oh.Right.”
Thomas waited until Scott’s attention had returned to the screen, his hands were on the move, roaming beneath Scott’s shirt.
“Get your cock out,” Thomas murmured.
Scott glanced down to tug at his jeans.
Thomas dug his nails into Scott’s skin. “Eyes on the screen, you don’t need to see what you’re doing.”
“Sorry,” Scott blurted, blindly pulling at the top of his jeans. He shifted, unintentionally grinding on Thomas’s lap as he released his trapped cock.
Thomas grunted, then twisted both of Scott’s nipples until he whimpered.
“You don’t need to move around that much,” Thomas hissed in his ear.
“Sorry – I’m sorry.”
“Let go of your dick, Scott.”
“But –”
“If I see you rub one more bead of precum out of your cock, I’m pushing you off my lap.”
Scott bit back a snarl and let go.
“Good.” Thomas spoke the word against Scott’s nape and Scott shivered.
“You’re about to come again,” Thomas warned. “Eyes on the screen while I undo your shirt.”
He dug his elbows into Scott’s sides, trapping him to his chest as he worked the buttons open. Scott watched the other Scott on screen begging for his next orgasm, impatiently fucking the air, forcing it upon himself. His moans and whines turned into sobs and pleas until his voice cut out. He lifted his head, face a mess of sweat and tears, and looked to Thomas for help.
Thomas remained stone-faced until Scott dropped his head back into the pillow. He struggled through the pain, at one point growling through his teeth and accidentally spitting when he finally unclenched and panted.
Scott pushed back into Thomas, unsure, with pinpricks of embarrassment in his cheeks but his Thomas, along with the one on screen, reassured him, murmuring close to his ear that he looked hot as hell like that.
“Thomas…”
“It’s all good,” Thomas replied. “Lean forward so I can remove your shirt.”
Scott eased out a breath as Thomas pulled his shirt down his arms.
“I’m…feeling dizzy,” Scott admitted with a soft laugh. “I don’t know why.”
“A good dizzy?”
Scott swallowed hard, then nodded. Sweat slicked his skin, his cock throbbed, but he didn’t dare look down in case Thomas tossed him aside.
“Is seeing yourself like that strange?”
