“Like that?”
Fallon hummed and nodded.
Gage did it again, a little deeper this time. His tongue touched Fallon’s, and he moaned loudly, hips thrusting upwardagainst Gage’s. “Yeah. Look at you all hot for me,” Gage murmured. “I like it.”
Fallon blinked owlishly, trying to process the words. Was there truth in them, or was it just dirty talk? The look on Gage’s face said he wasn’t lying just to get a reaction. It said he liked this just as much as Fallon did.
“Do you like touching yourself?”
Fallon let out a shaking breath as he nodded. “Mhm.”
“Okay. I’m gonna go dig out my lube. I want you to get yourself all worked up for me. When I come back, I’m going to suck your dick and finger your ass. Then I want to tease an orgasm out of your…” He paused.
Fallon waited, holding his breath until he realized Gage was hesitating on the word. He let out his lungful of air. “Front,” he said. “I…I like to call it that.”
“I’ll tease an orgasm out of your front. And when you’re spent, I’m gonna come all over your thighs.”
Fallon shuddered again, realizing it was more than just Gage working him up with words. He was also painting a picture. He was making it hot, but he was also aware that Fallon hated not knowing what was supposed to come next.
He’d given Fallon a fucking gorgeous portrait without making him seem like some clinical experiment.
Fuck, he wished he could keep this man. He wished he weren’t so afraid to try again.
He wished Gage were in a better place.
But he would take what he could get.
Leaning up, he captured Gage in a slightly deeper kiss, then fell back and shoved his hand down the front of his pants. Gage sucked in a hard inhale as he watched Fallon take two fingers and squeeze them around the sides of his dick. It throbbed as pleasure shot through him. He didn’t get as wet now that he’dbeen on T for so long, but he was still horny as fuck, and his body wanted this man.
“I wish you could see yourself,” Gage murmured. His fingers trailed down Fallon’s arm, pausing over his pants where he was stroking himself, and he added pressure, making Fallon groan. “I’d love to fuck you in front of a mirror just so you can see how gorgeous you are.”
Fallon didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t find the words. So instead, he stroked himself harder as Gage got up and left the room.
The absence of him felt…profound. Painful. Desperate. He took the chance to shimmy out of his pants, kicking them to the end of the couch, his shirt following. The room was warm enough, but he felt oddly exposed like that and fought the urge to find a blanket to cover himself.
Luckily, Gage wasn’t gone for long. He appeared a moment later, stripped down to nothing, showing off the piercings in his nipples, the one in his navel, and gripping his cock with one hand while he held lube with the other.
Their gazes locked, and Fallon lost himself in Gage’s eyes, watching him stalk closer, stroking himself slowly from root to tip. There was desire rushing through his chest, his mouth going dry as Gage walked over and dropped the lube on the floor, then pressed his knee to the couch cushion and leaned in.
“You got naked for me.”
“Yes.” Fallon blinked at him, his fingers going still on his cock. “Was that wrong?”
“No, gorgeous. So, so fucking right.”
Dipping his head, Gage grazed a kiss over Fallon’s jaw, making him groan. His body began to heat up as Gage pressed a hand to the center of his chest, then dragged it downward. His fingers stilled on top of Fallon’s.
“Show me what you like. Teach me how to make it feel good for you.”
Fallon swallowed heavily, his brain threatening to go offline entirely, but he rallied as best he could because he wanted this. He wanted, for the first time ever, to be in control of his own pleasure. He didn’t want to come as a consequence of friction. He didn’t want a quick, dirty fuck that left him wanting.
He was desperate for everything Gage was offering.
So he spread his legs and gripped Gage by the wrist, dragging his fingers down to his dick. “Like this,” he said. He showed him how to grasp it with his fingers, how tight to hold, how to rub it so it felt good instead of too much.
And fuck, Gage was a fast learner. Fallon watched the man’s eyes fixate on him—on his thick thatch of hair and the parted folds down below that showed off his T-dick. It was fat and long from the testosterone he’d been on, and it fit gorgeously in Gage’s hand.
“Like this?”
