“Kneel up,” I ordered. It took him a second to straighten up, putting him just a bit shorter than me. But I’d make it work. Cupping his face with both of my hands, his eyes wide in both wonder and need, I didn’t stop to think of my next actions.
I pressed my lips to his gently. He whimpered, pressing closer to me as he tried to chase my lips. So, I gave him a deeper kiss, taking control for a moment and holding him in place as he panted.
The kiss turned heavy, tongues colliding with one another as if his body knew exactly what to do.
When I couldn’t breathe properly anymore, I pulled away, loved seeing Oakley’s lips red and spit-stained.
Heck, I loved everything about him.
“Take your reward, sweet boy. Take whatever you want.”
With hooded eyes, he took a moment to look at me. As I sat back in the chair, I unfastened my pants and moved them and my underwear down a bit, letting my cock spring free.
If all he wanted to do was touch me, I may die with blue balls, but at least I’d die in love.
After a moment, Oakley kneeled back down fully, butt on his heels as he went back to tracing mewith his fingers. The soft-touch slowly, achingly, turned sturdier, as if he were afraid to break it.
It took all my willpower to stay still. My cock would jump every once in a while as his fingers touched a certain spot.
This was torture.
“Oaks,” I moaned as a warm wet tongue licked around the tip.
I refused to look down. If I did, I was going to blow and ruin Oakley’s experience.
Right now was all about him exploring. It was hard enough to keep my hands where they were. One in his hair, gently holding his strands, the other clenched on my thigh to keep my impending explosion from happening.
I wasn’t going to last much longer either way. It’d been months since I hadn’t taken my own needs into my own hands.
I jerked when warm lips wrapped around the tip, holding me just right in his mouth. His tongue was magic, swirling around the tip as he slowly pulled me in further.
“Not gonna last long, little one.” I groaned, forcing my hips to not move.
He hummed, moving his hand to wrap around what he could reach with his mouth. A part of me was sad that he wasn’t taking me in, but also part was happy that he knew his limits and wasn’t pushing for more than what he could take.
“So good, little one. So fucking good.”
At my words, he eased up just enough as he shifted a bit. Somehow, he got one leg around one of mine, pulling my ankle and foot to be in the right place to rub his hardness against me.
Then, he sucked harder at my tip, milking me for everything I was worth.
I tried to hold off, I swear I tried, but Oakley knew how to work me better than anyone ever had before.
I exploded without warning, hoping he was okay with me spurting into his mouth as rope after rope went into his mouth.
He swallowed it down, the suction against my head causing me to groan out again deep in my chest.
As I began to soften, his hips thrust against my lower leg as he chased my dick, keeping it in his mouth. He sucked my dick as if it were a paci, and it tried to come back to life at that thought.
Just when it got to be too sensitive, he came, pausing on the sucking as warmth soaked through his shorts and a bit onto my foot.
“Come here. I want cuddles.” There was no way I’d be able to move for a bit. I was bone-deep sedated.
Clumsily, Oakley crawled up into my lap after taking off his shorts. He tucked his head into my neck, thumb in mouth.
“I think I love you, little one.” I wrapped my arms around him, holding him to me as tightly as I possibly could.
He sighed, either at my arms or my words, but didn’t say a thing. Soon enough, his weight leaned more on me as sleep claimed him.
