Finally, after what feels like forever, he starts pulling at the fabric, looking straight at me as he slowly removes his boxers. Several excruciating seconds later, his hard-on pops out, and my eyes latch onto it. It’s small. Small enough that wrappingmyhand around it won’t work; I’ll have to usemyfingers... and tongue, while we’re at it. Butmygod, he’s perfect. His body is tight and lean with muscles showing, a narrow waist beneath broad shoulders. He’s gorgeous and I want him to be mine—just entirely mine.
His expression tells me he likesmyreaction. It probably helps that I started lickingmylip while looking at his cock. Mine is dripping with precum, which I’m guessing he noticed too. He’s smiling widely, and the longer he looks at me, the more his uncertainty is replaced with a smug grin. Holy hell,I think I’m falling in love with him...
“You like what you see?”
“Fuck, do I. It’s perfect. You’re perfect. You’re without a doubt the most delicious thing I’ve ever seen.”
“You want me?” he asks, slowly sliding his hands down his hips. I follow them longingly, unable to takemyeyes off them, andswallow hard. I know we already have the answer to his question.
“I’m about to come just from looking at you, Luc. You’re so fucking hot.”
He grins widely, and I must have said exactly the right thing, because he walks up to me and sits onmylap, straddling me.
“Then fuck me, Cody.”
A groan escapes me, one that I couldn’t have suppressed even if I tried.
“God, you have no idea how much I want to.”
“I think I do,” he says, chuckling, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck. “So do it.”
I nod, happy with the order, and ready to obey. “This will probably be easier if you get on your knees.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice and positions himself on my bed, silently telling me his uncertainty has faded. Or maybe it’s not gone, and instead, it’s that he’s relieved with the excuse to turn around and hide that part of himself. Either way, he’s on his knees on my bed before I even finish talking, and even wiggles his ass for me a little. No, Luc isn’t insecure about any other area of his body, that much is clear.
If I play this right, maybe I can resolve his insecurities and have him become the dominant bottom I know he can be, the way he wants to be.
Or at least, that’s what I think he wants... Time to put my theory to the test.
“I’ll try to make this easy for you, but feel free to boss me around and tell me what to do. It turns me on.”
He moans on my bed and turns to look at me. “Then lube me up and fuck me, Daddy.”
Jesus Christ. I was not ready for that. Not prepared for the way my cock twitches uncontrollably at those words. Nor for how my body responds to him calling me Daddy.
“Say that again,” I beg, my voice doing that strange, low thing again.
“Lube me up and fuck me, Daddy.”
“Christ,” I manage to barely get out. I’m overwhelmed and lost for words, but luckily I don’t need any. I merely need to do what he’s telling me to do.
I get up from the bed and grab the lube and a condom from the nightstand. Once I have them, I sit behind him, put the condom down within reaching distance, and squirt some lube on my fingers.
Slowly, I bring it toward him, pressing my index finger against his hole. I move it only slightly, but before I know it, he’s gasping and moaning in front of me.
“Has no one ever touched you here before?” I ask him, even though I already know.
“N-no. Please don’t stop.” Before he even finishes talking, he reminds himself of what I told him and says, “I mean, don’t you dare fucking stop.”
I groan, showing him my approval, and push my finger in. He clenches around it and lets out a moan that’s like music to my ears.
He’s tight, squeezing my finger. At this point, I have no idea how he’ll ever take my cock, but it’s clear that he wants to. What’s also certain is that I’m willing to take my sweet time to get him ready. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that this will be a good experience for me, but I want it to be great for both of us. And so I continue, teasing his hole by circling the rim and eventually adding another lube-covered finger inside him. I tease him until he’s squirming in front of me. After a while, he looks about ready to blow just from the foreplay. His breathing is insanely fast, and he’s clinging to the pillow like his life depends on it.
“Fuck, Cody,” he moans into the pillow.
I must say, it’s great to hear him moan my name like that, but there’s something I’d like more. A lot more.
”Not Cody, please. The other name you use for me.”
