“Sorry baby,” he says, his voice husky, “you just taste so fucking delicious.”
“Baby?” I ask, just hearing that pet name makes my dick twitch.
“Mmm, that’s what I call you in my head when I think about you.”
My heart stutters at his words, it’s already hard enough to concentrate when he kisses me.
“You think about me?”
“Of course I think about you. Why? Don’t you think about me?” He smirks as he pulls back and hovers above me.
“You know I do,” I say, wrapping my arm around his neck and pulling him into another kiss.
He thrusts his hips so he grinds against my dick, and a moan escapes me.
“I like hearing those sounds from you, baby,” he chuckles, lifting my leg so it’s over his hip as he grinds against me again.
“Fuck, Stephen,” I gasp.
He nestles his face into my neck and growls, before moving his forehead to rest against mine.
“I’m gonna stop before I take this any further,” he moans. “We should both get some sleep, and I promised myself we’d take this slow, no matter how much I want you and the sexy fucking noises you make.”
“Sexy? No one’s ever said I’m sexy before.”
“Well I am,” he smirks, claiming my lips in another kiss.
“I think you’re sexy too,” I whisper, and I know I’m blushing by the grin he gives me; he seems to enjoy making that happen.
“You need to move to your own bed before I break my promise, Donovan.”
“Okay, okay, I’m going!”
I wriggle out from underneath him, which isn’t easy as he’s got me caged in and is purposefully making it difficult, pulling me back for kisses.
Once I’m settled in my bed, we say goodnight and turn off our lamps. I curl up under my covers, his kisses replaying in my mind. How am I supposed to rest when he’s so close, knowing how incredible it feels when his lips are on me.
I’m not even tired, I’m awake and… well, horny. I’m so fucking turned on from kissing him I’m physically uncomfortable; I shift to try and subtly make myself feel better.
“You awake?” he asks softly.
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“You also rock hard and horny?” he chuckles.
“Yeah,” I laugh, not quite believing that he asked me that.
“We could… you know…”
I glance over but it’s too dark to make out his expression.
“You said we could take it slow,” I say, getting worried that I’m not ready for what he’s asking.
“And we will,” he reassures me, “I just meant, we could look after ourselves, but at the same time… maybe.”
“Oh… you mean, like, watch each other?” The thought of watching him touch himself is almost too much for me to comprehend.
“Yeah, if you’d like that, or we could leave the lights off if you prefer.”
