“Yes?”
He wet his lips. “I feel sexy. Probably because of how you’re looking at me.” The desire in Ethan’s eyes shone brightly.
“How long can you stay like this?” Ethan asked.
“As long as you want me to.”
“I think you’re not kidding.”
“I’m not, and don’t worry about going too far.”
“How did you know I was worried about that?”
Anthony smiled. “Lucky guess. I’ll let you know if it’s too much.”
“Okay. Did you and Chris do stuff like this?”
“Hmm...”
“Forget it. Such a dumb question.”
“It’s not dumb.” His relationship with Chris remained a mystery to anyone but them, and he couldn’t blame Ethan for having questions. “We did similar things for months, but there was always a barrier with him. I constantly needed to remind myself not to fall in toodeep because it was never going to end well.” He locked eyes with Ethan. “I have no barrier now.”
“Good.” He kissed the corner of Anthony’s mouth, then kissed alongside his face until he reached his sensitive earlobe and sucked on it.
Anthony gasped but tried to remain still, his eyes rolling backward as Ethan sucked and nibbled on his skin. He moved to lick Anthony’s bicep, traveling from his armpit to his elbow, leaving his skin wet. Ethan then pressed his finger against Anthony’s slit, using his precum to slowly circle around the crown. Blood gushed into Anthony’s erection, tightening his skin and pulling at the clothespins. Pain and pleasure clashed, making him whimper. He feared he might faint, that these intense sensations would shut down his brain.
“I’d like for you to suck my cock now,” Ethan whispered in his ear, “but I'm not sure how best to do it.”
Anthony caught his breath. “Hmm, you can sit on my chest.”
“Will you be comfortable?”
“One way to find out, sir.”
“I’m going to record you saying ‘sir’ and use it as my ringtone.” Ethan rose and took off his clothes, his body lean and strong, smoother and paler than Anthony’s. He carefully positioned himself on Anthony’s upper chest. A few inches lower, and his ass would have met the clothespins on Anthony’s nipples, undoubtedly hurting like a bitch.
Ethan’s beautiful cock stood above Anthony’s face, smelling of the soap he used.
“May I lick it?”
“Damn right you may.”
Anthony stuck out his tongue and ran it up and down the shaft, feeling Ethan shudder in response. Shortly after, Ethan pointed his cock down, and Anthony eagerly opened his mouth to accept every inch that slid past his lips. He could deepthroat like nobody’s business, so it only took Ethan a few seconds to shiver and pant, his balls smacking against Anthony’s chin.
“Is it safe for me to reach all the way down there?” Ethan half-asked, half-squealed.
Anthony gave a thumbs up and swirled his tongue around Ethan’s crown, tickling his salty slit.
“Jesus, Ant. I might pass out.” But he still rested his hands on the headboard and rocked his hips back and forth, fucking Anthony’s mouth until saliva formed at the base of his throat, causing him to gag.
Ethan pulled back, and Anthony hurried to swallow. Instead of returning his cock, Ethan got up from the bed, his face covered in shadows.
“Is everything okay?”
Ethan didn’t answer, but he did move closer to Anthony’s crotch. Slowly and quietly, he removed each clothespin from his cock and scrotum. The pain was both fierce and liberating.
With his cock and balls free, he watched Ethan as heopened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. He expected Ethan to rub the lube on his own cock, but he ended up rubbing it on Anthony's.
