Foxx couldn’t control his whimpers as the human bobbed up and down on his cock a few times before pulling off. “Am I hurting you?” Harlow asked, his voice raspy and deep.
The man slid one of his large hands gently up from his stomach to Foxx’s chest, resting lightly over the still healing red wound there. Likely, the mark would be completely gone in a few weeks.
Foxx worried his lip with one of his fangs, before saying, “No. It doesn’t really hurt anymore, unless I stretch wrong or over exert myself… But in another week, I’m sure I’ll be good as new.”
Harlow grunted. “Let me know if it starts to hurt.” He was about to take him back into his mouth, and Foxx couldn’t help but stop him.
“Wait!” he rasped.
Harlow stopped and glanced up, brow raised in question.
“You… I mean… You don’t have to do that, if you don’t want to.”
The human’s head tilted. “I want to.”
“You do?” he asked.
The man frowned. “I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t.”
Foxx felt his cheeks heat a bit. “Right… I just…”
He wasn’t sure why he was trying to talk himself out of head, but… Well, fuck, he did know. Harlow hadn’t exactly been with any guys before, and Foxx, unfortunately, knew what it was like to feel pressured into doing things…
Harlow sighed. “What’s wrong?”
“I…just want to make sure you actually want to…and that you aren’t feeling obligated or pressured…” Foxx trailed off, his face heating further as Harlow’s expression turned dumbfounded.
“Do you really think you could force me into doing anything I don’t want to?”
Foxx wrinkled his nose. “I mean…yes.”
Harlow rolled his eyes. “Outside of the bedroom, you sure as shit have. But in the bedroom? Fuck, no. Everything I’ve done with you, I made the decision to do. And this whole having sex with the same person more than once thing may be new to me, but not once have I ever felt pressured with you. And while you are the first guy I’ve slept with, let’s be clear, I am bi. It’s not like I found dick disgusting before, I just never found someone I thought was worth stepping over the line for.”
Foxx giggled. “So I’m worth it?”
Harlow’s expression blanked. “You will be mad if I respond to that.”
He narrowed his eyes. This old man... “Let me guess…my ass made it worth it.”
The human shrugged with a smirk. “So, if I do something with you in bed, it’s because I want to do it. But also, just because I don’t do something, doesn’t mean I’ll never do it.”
“What about bottoming?”
Harlow grimaced. “Do you want me to bottom?”
Foxx was the one to smirk this time. “Maybe.”
Not at all, actually. Not even maybe. Foxx was a bottom, through and through, and really didn’t like, enjoy, or even think about topping.
“You’re lying,” the man deadpanned.
He crossed his arms on a huff. “I’m sick, you should have been nice and played along.”
“I’m not feelingthatnice.”
Foxx sighed. “Fine, no. I don’t want you to bottom. I told you when we first had sex, I don’t top. And I don’t. So, no worries, old man. We may do a shit ton of other things, but you bottoming won’t be one of them.”
Harlow chuckled. “Good to know. Now, do you want to talk more or can I get back to what I was doing?”
