“Like what?”
Taylor tried to bite back a smirk. “Submissive.” There was a hint of uncertainty as he said it, like he was trying to test the waters saying such a loaded word.
A breath escaped from Fletcher’s lips. “Is that what game we’re playing?” he asked nervously.
Taylor shook his head. “Does this feel like a game to you?”
Fletcher could feel his heart beating out of his chest. “Not really,” he answered honestly. “I like you like this too.” He pressed a kiss on Taylor’s knee as Taylor widened his legs. Fletcher moved between Taylor’s legs and mouthed Taylor’s erection through his boxers.
Something very quickly grew ravenous inside of him as he felt Taylor’s hard cock on his lips. His hands went to pull Taylor’s boxers down, but Taylor shook his head.
“Not yet,” he said coolly. Fletcher swallowed nervously. He scooted back until he sat up against the wall, patting the bed next to him. Fletcher crawled onto the bed.
Taylor grabbed the remote and turned the TV on, choosing the next episode of Game of Thrones for them to watch. Fletcher lay his head down on Taylor’s lap again, feeling the obvious erection as his cheek rested right against it. Taylor continued to run his hands through Fletcher’s hair for a few more minutes while they silently watched the TV.
The anticipation of what would happen next was eating Fletcher alive. He wanted to take Taylor into his mouth and let Taylor empty the entirety of his balls into his mouth. Hewanted Taylor to take him from behind and fuck him senseless. He waited for something to happen, and nothing did. He just laid there as Taylor continued to pet him.
Fletcher realized that this was a part of it. Giving Taylor total control over himself. And for some crazy reason, he loved it. He would do anything Taylor told him to. He would do anything in return for Taylor’s attentive devotion. There was no power imbalance here. They were entirely equal in this exchange. Fletcher was in charge just as much as Taylor was. Fletcher knew that control was something that Taylor craved. He needed it. Just as much as Fletcher needed validation and intimacy.
“You’ve been such a good boy,” Taylor purred. Fletcher’s breath hitched. “I think my baby boy deserves a reward.” Fletcher’s excitement grew.
“Like what?” He whispered.
“Anything you want, beautiful,” Taylor told him softly, sounding like a caress.
Fletcher’s hand landed on Taylor’s thigh as he turned his head and nuzzled his face into Taylor’s crotch, closing his eyes and allowing himself to revel in the act of it. He pressed kisses to Taylor’s bulge before putting his mouth on Taylor’s tip and sucking him through the fabric of his boxers. Taylor kept his breathing stable as he calmly brushed his fingers through Fletcher’s hair.
“Tell me what you want, Fletcher,” Taylor cooed. “I need you to use your words, sweet boy.”
“I want to suck you off,” Fletcher answered softly. He looked at Taylor with confidence in his eyes. Taylor allowed Fletcher to pull his cock out of his boxers as Fletcher took him in his hands and licked the precum that had leaked from his tip. Fletchertook his time as he took only Taylor’s tip into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it as he looked up to Taylor with reverence.
“Look at those pretty, pink lips wrapped around this cock. You’re such a pretty fucking boy,” Taylor muttered. “Do you like how I taste?”
Fletcher nodded. “You taste amazing,” he told Taylor, his saliva dripping down the head of Taylor’s erection. He stuck his tongue and licked further down with his mouth wide open before fully releasing him. “Your cock is so big. I can barely get my lips around it.”
“You take me so well, beautiful boy. You have such a perfect mouth. Are you ready to take more of me?”
Fletcher answered by licking Taylor from base-to-tip. He teasingly brushed a finger across Taylor’s balls as he took Taylor down his throat. He let out a grunt as Fletcher sucked him.
Taylor sat back and relaxed as he let Fletcher take over. Fletcher breathed in through his nose as he took all nine inches of Taylor, completely filling the back of his throat. Taylor’s cock twitched as Fletcher hummed around him. Fletcher pulled back slightly and continued to suck him.
He knew how much Taylor was enjoying this from how hard it looked like he was trying to restrain himself. He knew Taylor wanted nothing more than to push his head down and thrust into his mouth, but Fletcher was calm as he moved over Taylor’s length and gave him just as much attention as Taylor had given him. Fletcher was doing this for his own enjoyment. Not Taylor’s.
Taylor’s legs started to quiver, so Fletcher pulled off him completely before Taylor would finish in Fletcher’s mouth. He wasn’t ready for that to happen.
“I want you to fuck me,” Fletcher said. He pulled Taylor’s boxers down, and Taylor lifted his hips so Fletcher could completely remove them. Fletcher reached for his cock and started to stroke him.
“Not yet,” Taylor told him calmly. Fletcher gave him a confused look as Taylor still reached over for the lube and poured some out.
Fletcher whimpered as the coldness of the lube met his rim. Taylor slicked Fletcher’s hole and loosened him up before getting himself ready.
Taylor nudged Fletcher’s hip. “Come sit down,” he said softly.
“On it?” Fletcher swallowed, sounding a little shocked. Taylor just nodded as he spread his legs wide enough so Fletcher could sit on his lap. Fletcher gripped Taylor’s cock and slowly sunk down on it until he was fully seated and feeling incredibly full, letting a groan slip from his lips. He leaned back against Taylor’s chest as Taylor lazily rubbed a hand low on Fletcher’s stomach.
Fletcher tried to control his breathing as Taylor teasingly brushed his fingers up and down Fletcher’s chest before slowly dragging them to grip his aching cock. “Please,” Fletcher whispered, begging Taylor to stroke him. His whole entire body felt like it was lit on fire as Taylor teasingly rubbed the head of Fletcher’s cock with the tip of his finger. Fletcher clenched his jaw as he held back another grunt.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Taylor purred into his ear. Fletcher clenched around Taylor, rolling his hips to move around Taylor’s cock. Taylor let go of Fletcher’s cock. He groaned at the loss of contact and forced himself to still. Taylor picked Fletcher’s cock back up and started to give him slow, torturous strokes.
