I lubed the plug, and he watched, his hand scrabbling across his abs like he didn’t know what to do with himself. The black silicone toy gleamed in the lamplight when I was done coating it. I leaned down and kissed his thigh as I worked the plug into him. A small line formed between his brows, but he didn’t stop watching me. I teased the plug in and out, mesmerized by the way it spread his rim open.
“Okay? Breathe,” I reminded him, and he panted, which wasn’t quite what I’d meant. I fucked him with the toy, wishing more than anything it was my cock in his ass. He just kept staring at me with trust written across his face, and it was humbling and terrifying.
Finally I lowered my angle on the plug and pushed upward a little more. He gasped and arched off the bed. I pulled the plug out and dropped it. He whined until I slid my lubed fingers into him instead and felt around. I brushed the slightly swollen pleasure nub in his ass. I pressed his prostate, and he nodded fast.
“Lube,” I demanded and held out my other hand as I swirled around the spot in his ass that had him biting at his lip. He picked up the tube and squirted lube on his shirt, the blankets, and my forearm before he managed to hit my palm, but he was rocking his hips and his eyes kept slipping shut, so it was no wonder. Slicked up and ready, I slid my fist around his cock and he cried out. I tightened my grip on him and slipped a third finger into his ass. I worked over his prostate and let him fuck up into my grasp. After a minute or two, Angel got the idea and planted his feet on the bed, writhing and crying out. Sweat made his forehead and thighs glisten.
“Such a pretty boy,” I murmured. “Can you come for me?”
He panted and nodded and tears glittered at the corners of his eyes, and unlike every other time I’d seen him cry, I fucking loved that I had him this strung out. I took over when he seemed lost as to how to bring himself over the edge. He grasped the blankets and his hips barely moved, so I used two fingers to press firm and fast on his prostate.
He moaned and gasped out a whimper.
“Come for me, little brother.”
“Faster.”
I did as he asked, more than happy to fingerfuck him the way he wanted. His eyes widened and then he tensed. Thick pearly cum spurted from his slit and coated my knuckles. He snapped out of whatever headspace he’d been suspended in and fucked himself roughly on my fingers. My cock gave a firm throb, and I wanted more than anything to be in his body, but at the same time, my boy was a sweaty beautiful mess, and I didn’t feel like I’d missed out at all. He gave me the most adoring smile anyone had ever blessed me with.
I released his cock to grab the plug and slid my fingers out of his tight hole. He gasped and then groaned as I exchanged my digits for the plug.
With a whimper, he groped between his legs, but I stopped him before he could touch the plug.
“No. Leave it in. I’m stretching you.” I bent down and kissed his kneecap.
“So you can….”
“Fill that ass up.”
He focused his attention on my straining, leaking cock and the smirk he gave me was shy, but needy. “Can’t wait.”
15
Angel
The second load of Casey’s cum tasted just as good as the first. I sucked a drop of his jizz off my thumb. Happily worn out, I rested my cheek against the hot skin of his thick, muscled thigh and felt decadent, like one of those people in a movie where everyone was doing expensive drugs and no one had any morals. Those were the only types of people who ever lie around naked after coming a whole lot, right? Normal guys like me couldn’t have sex until they were too tired and passed out right where they were. I glanced up Casey’s long body to his contented smile.
Hell, maybe we could do anything we wanted. I couldn’t stop myself from flexing my ass. The plug stretched my hole and spread me open wide. I couldn’t stop thinking about what the toy was meant to do: get me ready for my Big Brother. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Casey’s sleepy dick.
“Unless you’re planning to suck it again….”
I tilted my head back, and his eyes glittered lightning blue as he stared down at me. Sometimes he seemed cold and they reminded me of winter, but not tonight. “Maybe I will.”
He hummed. “Maybe I’ll let you. If you can handle it.” The teasing wound me up and snagged at my pride.
“I don’t know, canyouhandle it, Big Brother? You’re the one telling me not to suck it.”
He flexed his hips. “No, I said don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“Is that a challenge, Big Brother?” I grumbled and turned over onto my belly, so I could stare right at his cock. I bit at my lip ring as his shaft and cockhead twitched and swelled. “Oh, I like that,” I whispered.
He chuckled. “Oddly enough, me too.”
I rolled my eyes at him, and he brushed his fingers through my hair. I lapped at his soft cock and a burst of salty bitterness hit my tongue. I moaned and sucked more of him in and was thrilled when I was able to slide most of him into my mouth, though I doubted that would last long. He’d plumped and pushed at my tongue already.
The doorbell chimed loud and incessant, and we both blinked at each other. It rang again in quick succession.
“Ugh,” he said and flopped back. I sucked him again, and he laughed. “We don’t want to ignore anyone. Let go.”
