Scott screwed up his face. “Why would you do that?”
Thomas laughed into Scott’s skin. “It’s valuable to me.”
He gripped Scott’s jaw, making sure he had nowhere else to look but the screen. Scott came again inside the pump, and Thomas zoomed the camera in on the beaker and the cumdripping down to fill up to the red line. “I’m going to use it against you one day.”
“What?” Scott gasped.
“I’m going to make you come with it.”
Scott didn’t understand, he couldn’t understand. He heard himself whimper and whine, struggling and writhing on the bed in the footage as Thomas dragged his nails up his skin. His cock hurt, and jealousy spiked at the Scott on the screen, getting relief even if he was tortured for it afterwards.
Scott ground his teeth. “Too much.”
Thomas chuckled, not understanding the warning, but itwastoo much. Scott had phantom pains in his abdomen, he could feel the relentless beat against his prostate, and he couldn’t stop twitching his dick, tightening and relaxing, he could feel the pull all the way to his hole. It felt like he was in the pump. It felt like he was being sucked and fucked again while his nipples burned.
“I’m going to push it all inside you,” Thomas murmured. “I’m going to make you –”
“Thomas!” Scott shouted, cutting him off.
He folded at the waist, but Thomas grabbed him, stopping him from taking a dive onto the floor. Scott’s cock jolted as he came, covering his thighs in cum.
Thomas hauled him up, pinning Scott to his chest. “Holy shit, did you just…”
“I’m sorry,” Scott blurted. Even his ears were blushing. “I don’t know what happened.”
Thomas gripped his chin and turned Scott to face him. His eye was wide, and wild, as it took Scott in. “Never fucking apologise for that.”
Scott panted, looking back at Thomas. His hair stuck to his forehead, and his nape prickled with sweat. Thomas still had hold of him, doing his best to get Scott to focus, but adrenalinemade it difficult, and the background noise of the video continued to affect him.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” Thomas murmured.
Scott could very well believe it after being mentally edged the whole time.
Thomas grinned. “Maybe those scientists are on to something after all.”
Scott fixated on Thomas’s smile. He slowed his breathing, edging forward, and before he fully came back to earth, he pushed his lips to Thomas’s.
Thomas froze.
He didn’t part his lips; he pressed them firmly together, sealing his mouth from Scott in an obvious rejection.
“Shit,” Scott groaned, pulling his mouth away. “I’m sorry. I know.” He scrunched his face up. “I know you’re not into kissing. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why did you?”
“Because I wanted to,” Scott replied, not making eye contact. “I’m selfish, and I wanted to kiss you.”
Thomas gripped the back of Scott’s neck and pulled him in.
His lips were cautious as they met Scott’s, slow to move, and even slower to part, but Scott had experience on his side. He coaxed, he teased with flicks of his tongue, he angled his head to one side, taking control.
Thomas opened his mouth for him, and Scott twisted his body, breaking the kiss for a few seconds so he could rearrange their position, still on Thomas’s lap, but facing him.
The shape of Thomas’s tongue sent a pleasant chill down Scott’s body. The forked tip poked at him, and he smiled.
“Don’t laugh at me,” Thomas mumbled.
“I wasn’t.” Scott pressed his mouth to Thomas’s again, waiting until Thomas was ready to go again.
