“I’ll let you play with me all you want later, Cecil,” Sin ground out. “Turn around.”
His cock throbbed—the man’s commanding voice was apparently unearthing a hidden kink.
Chewing on his bottom lip, Cecil crawled around and rested his upper body on the floor, pushing his ass in the air.
Cecil blushed when Sin’s hands ran over his butt. “Lovely.”
He heard a drawer open to his right, and soon after, he felt a drop of lube hit his hole, followed by Sin’s fingers. “Sin.” Cecil gasped as the man roughly opened him up.
“Yes?”
“Can we…can we do it without a condom? I’m on the pill…”
Technically he had been on birth control long before coming back to Bellfall, but going without had never crossed his mind. the Sin groaned and abruptly pushed inside him, causing Cecil to cry out. With how little Sin had prepared him, there was pain, but the heat rapidly drowned it out. Having nothing between them felt better than he’d imagined, making him
He felt so full, and Cecil loved it. He loved being stretched to his limit, and the feel of Sin’s cock plunging in and out of him. Sin’s sack slapped against him as the man pegged that special spot inside him repeatedly.
With each hard thrust, Cecil’s body was pushed forward, only to be pulled back by Sin, in the man’s desperate need to dive deeper.
The pressure built in his prick, and he found himself moaning and writhing on the carpeted floor. “More!” Cecil begged desperately.
With his thrusts becoming frantic, Sin reached around and started stroking Cecil’s cock.
Their release hit them at the same time. His strained cry was barely audible over Sin’s shouts. Cecil felt at peace as he finally got to feel the man’s warmth seep inside him.
Struggling to catch his breath, he decided it would be best not to move for a while—something he changed his mind about moments later when Sin collapsed on top of him.
Squealing, Cecil wiggled and snapped, “You’re too heavy!”
Sin burst out laughing and fell gracelessly to the side. Glaring at the laughing man, Cecil flipped onto his back and stretched out his limbs.
When Sin rolled onto his side, grinned, and cocked his finger at him, Cecil crossed his arms and looked away.
“Aw, come here.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No! I’m going to have rug burns because of you, mister!” he groused. Rug burns that he was beginning to feel—ugh.
“I’ll get you some chocolate.”
Chocolate would taste really good right about now, Cecil thought. But he couldn’t give in that easily.
“How much chocolate?”
“A dozen very expensive milk chocolate truffles.”
“Two dozen,” Cecil countered.
“Fine, two dozen.”
“Deal!” Cecil scooted over into Sin’s arms.
Sin smiled smugly, like he had won, and kissed Cecil on the forehead. Maybe he should have asked for three dozen.
Oh, but wait, he had a way to wipe that smirk away. Cecil grinned evilly as he thought about what Benji had told him.
