“Arthur,” he rasped. He paused to muster his courage. “Can you come up here?”
Arthur released Jesse’s cock from his mouth, leaving a little trail of spittle behind.
“Of course,” he said, climbing up higher on the mattress. He settled next to Jesse and propped himself up on his elbow. “Did you want me to do something else?”
“I want you to stroke me,” Jesse said, his tone a little commanding. “I want you to stroke me while telling me how much you like me.”
“You want my praise, Jesse?” Arthur asked, a slight playfulness in his tone.
“Yes,” Jesse rasped as Arthur wrapped his hand around his cock.
Arthur began to stroke him, and Jesse whimpered. Arthur nuzzled the side of his face.
“Good boy,” he whispered.
“Fuck . . .”
“Look how beautiful you are,” Arthur purred softly into Jesse’s ear. “Are you close?”
Jesse nodded as his right thigh began to tremble.
Arthur let out a little hum-chuckle. “I can tell.”
Christ, that sound. It was maddening. Arrogant. Boastful. Jesse hated how much he loved it. He hated how much he wanted to hear it. Hated how much he wanted to please this ridiculous man.
Enraptured by the sound of Arthur’s irritating little laugh and the feel of Arthur’s silky-smooth hand working his cock, Jesse let out a moan as he fisted the sheets.
“You’re so perfect like this,” Arthur said, ratcheting Jesse’s pleasure even higher. “You’re so perfectalways.”
Jesse bit down on his lip as Arthur’s complimentary words called forth another wave of pleasure, one that nearly sent him over the edge as warmth settled low in his belly.
“That’s it,” Arthur said. “Almost there.” He continued to pump his fist. Jesse’s sucked in a breath, his muscles tensing. “Oh, what a lovely, perfect thing you are.”
Crying out in pleasure, Jesse began to come. Arthur caught his mouth in a kiss, stroking Jesse through his orgasm.
Jesse’s mind was still muddled from bliss when Arthur brought his hand to his own cock and began to stroke himself.
“I’m close, too,” he rasped. “I’m... oh, God, I’m coming.”
Arthur’s cock started to pulse, shooting warm ejaculate onto the sheets, and Jesse pulled Arthur in for a kiss.
“I love you,” Jesse breathed when they parted.
“I love you too,” Arthur said, panting slightly. “You’re worth the risk for me, Jesse. Never, ever forget that.”
Jesse rubbed his nose on Arthur’s cheek and smiled as the stubble tickled his skin.
“I won’t.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Arthur
In the morning, Arthur woke up snuggled next to Jesse, his nose pressed to one of Jesse’s biceps, while Jesse lay on his back, snoring softly. Arthur pressed a kiss to Jesse’s bare shoulder, causing him to stir. Despite Arthur being a night person, he seemed to need fewer hours of sleep than Jesse overall, and whenever the two of them stayed up particularly late, Arthur was typically the one to wake first. Poor Jesse only seemed to consistently wake up early because of his job.
After Arthur pressed several more kisses to Jesse’s shoulder, Jesse began to squirm.
“Don’t,” he complained. “You’re tickling me.”
