I reach down between his legs. “I wanna see something,” I tell him as my fingers brush the metal cage. “OhGod, that’s sexy. You’re just dripping precum.” I bring my fingers back to my mouth and lock eyes with Errol as I lick them clean one at a time.
“Mmm… Who am I kidding?” I murmur. “I can’t keep my hands or my mouth off you for that long. I love teasing you, but I love the way you taste even more.”
I can feel myself getting close. A tingly sensation races through my limbs, growing stronger by the moment. I reach down for my cock, letting out a groan at the sensations of both of our hands stroking me.
“Lay back,” I tell Errol as I nudge his hand aside. “I want to jerk off all over that handsome face of yours.”
“Ohfuck, Stud,” he moans as he rolls onto his back. “Do it.”
On my knees, I straddle him. I work my cock fast, chasing my release. “Lemme see that tongue piercing again,” I pant. When he sticks it out, the sight is enough to send me over the edge. Errol shuts his mouth and eyes an instant before I explode.
A jolt like unchanneled electricity floods every nerve with pleasure, strong enough to make my head spin. Every wave of ecstasy sends a pulse through my dick that shoots another white streak onto Errol’s face. I’ve covered his eyelids, cheeks and lips with an obscene amount by the time I’m finally spent and panting for breath. The sight makes me groan.
“Damn, baby —wish you could see how filthy you look right now with my load dripping off your face. You are just the sexiest fucking mess.” Errol whines low in his throat, his hips rocking up reflexively.
As soon as that dizzy sensation subsides, I climb off him. “Be right back.” I return in a moment with a warm, damp washcloth. He hums with contentment as I clean him up.
Afterwards, I pull Errol against me. He rests his head on my chest with a sigh. “That was so hot,” he murmurs. “Thank you.”
“Thankyou,” I say with a laugh. “I think I got the better end of that deal.”
“Wish I could’ve seen it,” he says.
“Sorry. I’ll take a picture next time if you want.” I run my fingers through his hair as I get up the nerve to tell Errol the other thing I thought of.
“I had another idea. It’s one of those things that, like, alpha-type guys in books or movies do. But it might be creepy or dickish in real life, so I’m just going to ask you first.”
Errol huffs out a little laugh. “Oh boy.”
“So, I wanted to get you something. But on the condition that you get rid of something.” He lifts himself off me and props himself up on one elbow, his eyebrows raised. “I’m talking about your underwear,” I say.
“What?”
“The regular briefs you have —get rid of them.”
He frowns. “Why?”
“Because they don’t make you feel good. They don’t make you feel sexy.” Errol’s still looking at me with a puzzled expression. “I was looking online. They make guy’s underwear that’s supposedly comfortable enough to, you know, live your life in, but they look like the ones you like —satin and lace and stuff.”
“Ohhh,” he breathes as I trail my fingers down his chest.
“I want you to wear things that make you feel sexy. Not just when we’re fooling around. All the time.”
I was a little afraid he’d think my idea was weird instead of hot, so I’m relieved to see a flash of heat in his eyes. “I like it,” he says quietly.
“I hoped you would. But I didn’t want to just go out and toss all your underwear and replace it without saying anything to you. Seemed like it would be weird.”
He laughs a little. “Yeah, it would. But, um… please?”
I grin at him.
25
ERROL
“Hey,” Ran gets my attention in a stage whisper as I’m behind the bar, cutting up limes. He looked a little bit at loose ends today, so I suggested he come into Finn’s with me again. He seemed to like meeting the regulars when he came to work with me not long after he moved in. They all seemed to like him, too, which made me really happy.
I come close enough to be out of earshot. “Everything OK?” I ask quietly. “They’re not giving you a rough time or anything, are they? If they are, I’ll —”
