“Does this feel good?” Taylor whispered.
“Y-yes,” Fletcher choked out as Taylor swiped a pinkie across the sensitive skin of his balls. “Fuck, Taylor,” he whimpered. “Please,” he begged again, not entirely sure of what he was begging for. Taylor released his cock as his hand went to cup Fletcher’s balls. Fletcher threw his head back against the nape of Taylor’s neck as he gently squeezed them. Taylor turned his head and kissed the side of Fletcher’s head on his temple.
“Do you like that, sweet boy?” Taylor hummed, still completely calm. Fletcher nodded, unable to speak. Taylor brushed his thumb across the skin before moving his hand back up to pump Fletcher.
“So good,” Fletcher muttered beneath his breath. Taylor slightly thrusted up into Fletcher, hitting his prostate. Pleasure ripped through Fletcher as he saw stars. “Please, faster.”
Taylor picked up his speed and stroked him at a slightly quicker pace. Fletcher felt like he was going to spontaneously combust. He wanted to melt completely into Taylor as he drove him to insanity. He wanted to give Taylor complete control.
He cried out as Taylor continued to thrust into him, hitting his spot each time. “Taylor,” he whispered. “I’m gonna—”
“No, you’re not,” Taylor bit out, taking his hands off Fletcher completely.
“Are you fucking edging me right now?” Fletcher complained, growing frustrated at the sudden loss of contact.
Taylor gripped Fletcher’s jaw roughly. “Shh.” He kissed Fletcher’s temple again. “Be a good boy for me, Fletcher.” He reached down and resumed stroking him, just a little slower. Fletcher closed his eyes as he focused on controlling his orgasm. A part of him wanted to know what Taylor did if he let himself come anyways, but the rest of Fletcher felt the growing desire to listen and obey.
“Let me take care of you,” Taylor spoke softly into his ear. He kissed Fletcher’s cheek. “I love you, Fletcher.”
“I love you too,” he replied. “I’m yours.”
“Yes, you are. You’re so perfect.” He sped up his pace a little. “I want everyone to know how good a boy you are for me,” he whispered. “How well you listen to me.”
“I do too,” Fletcher breathed out. “Tell them I’m your boy.”
Taylor finally thrusted into Fletcher again, and Fletcher clenched around him, desperate for more movement. “My beautiful boy. So fucking tight around me. Lean down, sweetheart,” he said softly.
Still inside of Fletcher, Taylor wrapped an arm around him and flipped, so Fletcher was laying flat on his stomach. “Do you want me to fuck you now, baby boy?”
“Please,” Fletcher cried out, seeming to be increasingly responsive to this new pet name. He rolled his hips just to feel Taylor move inside of him, clenching hardly to keep him in. “I need you, Taylor.” Fletcher didn’t feel entirely like himself. He felt wild and unguarded, like he had been let loose to do as he pleased. “Fuck me with your big cock.”
“Fuck,” Taylor muttered out. He gripped Fletcher’s hips. “Relax for me, baby. You’re too fucking tight.”
“Are you going to fuck me?” Fletcher asked impatiently through clenched teeth.
“Yeah, you want that, baby boy?”
“Make me forget,” he cried out. A train wreck of emotions seemed to hit him all at once. A disappointment, unwanted, unloved. He hated being here.
He needed this more than anything. Taylor was the only one who could make him feel this good. He could take care of Fletcher the way he needed to be. Taylor knew exactly how tocater to his needs. He was…
“Please, daddy,”Fletcher instinctively whined. Impulsively. Without even thinking.
Oh shit. Fletcher froze. What the fuck did he just say?
“Holy shit,” Taylor muttered, seemingly having the same reaction. “Fletch…” Taylor said carefully. “Are you sure?” he asked softly. Fuck.
Fletcher quickly nodded and swallowed. “Please, Taylor. Please fuck me,” he asked more seriously. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, hoping Taylor wasn’t completely turned off.
“No, it’s fine… I don’t mind. I just…” Taylor seemed a little too stunned to speak. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“More than anything,” Fletcher quickly promised him. “I didn’t mean for it to slip out like that. I didn’t mean to call you that.”
“I can be whatever you need,” Taylor assured him. “If it’ll help you.”
He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is so fucking embarrassing.” This was probably the most mortified he’d ever been. What the hell?
Taylor reached over and caressed the side of Fletcher’s face. “Let me take care of you, sweetheart. Do you want that?” he asked softly. Fletcher nodded, giving him a look of approval. He did. Fuck, he really fucking did. He was so messed up.
