“If you don’t touch my dick then I’m going to spoil the show for you,” Fletcher bit out, sounding exasperated.
Taylor let out a dramatic sigh as he put the remote back down on the table and scooted back against the wall to sit up on the mattress. “Sit up,” he instructed.
Fletcher leaned up, and Taylor reached out to pull Fletcher into a spooning position. He propped himself up on his arm ashe reached over to stroke Fletcher’s erection. Fletcher turned his head back to connect their lips in a kiss. Taylor pulled back after a minute and brought his hand up to his mouth to spit into it before spreading it up and down Fletcher’s cock. Fletcher let out a groan.
“Good?” Taylor asked him softly. “You’re so fucking hard.”
“It’s because I have a crush on you,” Fletcher said between strained breaths. “I’m really into tall hockey players.” Taylor chuckled as he kissed the top of Fletcher’s shoulder.
“You have a crush on me?” he asked, playing along.
“Big time,” Fletcher answered. “I like to jerk off to TikTok edits of you.”
Taylor snorted as he kissed Fletcher again in a rough kiss, causing their teeth to click together. Fletcher chuckled. “I’m really sorry,” Taylor said as he pulled back. “I’m not really into dudes,” Taylor told him in a husky voice.
“Oh yeah? I think I could change your mind,” Fletcher told him. He leaned up and brushed his nose against Taylor’s. Taylor could feel Fletcher’s breath on his lips, and he wanted nothing more than to go in for another kiss, but Taylor was kind of really wherever this was headed.
“How would you do that?” Taylor asked him, trying to conceal his excitement.
“Want me to show you?” Taylor replied with a nod. He stopped stroking Fletcher as Fletcher rolled over and stood up on his knees and roughly held Taylor’s jaw. “Do you want me to suck your dick?”
“Fuck,” Taylor muttered. “You wanna suck my cock?” His jaw clenched.
Fletcher gave him a shit-eating grin. “Yes, Mr. Piers. It’ll feel good. Just trust me.” Holy shit. Taylor felt like he wokeup on Christmas morning. He was rendered speechless as Fletcher kissed his way down Taylor’s body, unable to conceal his excitement.
He spread his legs open so Fletcher could move between them. He reached down and stroked Taylor. “You’re already hard for me.” He used the precum that had already leaked from Taylor’s tip to spread it down Taylor’s aching hard-on. “Your cock is leaking. Is that all for me, big guy?”
“It might be,” Taylor choked out. “Are you gonna suck my cock, Armstrong?”
Fletcher answered by leaning down and putting his mouth to Taylor’s tip, looking up at him with eyes full of desire. He looked up at Taylor in a way that told him that Fletcher was the one in control here.
His mouth was so hot around Taylor’s tip as Fletcher licked his lips and sucked him. A moan left Taylor’s lips as Fletcher released Taylor’s tip and started sucking on his balls. “Holy shit,” Taylor bit out through his clenched jaw. He gripped Fletcher by his hair as Fletcher sucked him harder. “Such a dirty mouth,” he muttered. This was fucking incredible.
Saliva filled Fletcher’s mouth as he slurped Taylor into his mouth. It dripped down Fletcher’s chin as he pulled away and flashed Taylor a knowing grin. Taylor’s stomach contracted as he tried to maintain his composure. Because if he didn’t, he would easily fall apart. Fletcher looked so fucking dirty and Taylor couldn’t handle it.
“Do you like that?” Fletcher asked him.
“That’s so fucking good, Fletch,” Taylor answered. “I fucking love you, baby.”
“I want you to fuck me,” he told Taylor, crawling back up to where he was. “I can’t wait any longer.”
Taylor gripped his hips as he looked behind him to find the lube, but he didn’t see it. “I think the lube fell off and rolled under the bed,” Taylor told him.
“I don’t care, just use spit,” Fletcher said impatiently. He reached behind him to grab Taylor’s hand and spit on his palm. “I can take it.”
Taylor quickly reached down to spread it around and inside Fletcher’s hole before slipping inside of Fletcher. He groaned as Fletcher’s tight walls clenched around him. “It doesn’t hurt too bad, does it?” Taylor panted as he started moving in and out of Fletcher.
“You feel so good,” Fletcher told him, clenching around him again. Taylor cupped Fletcher’s jaw and angled his head back to kiss him.
Their tongues fought for dominance as Taylor continued to thrust inside of him. Fletcher sank his teeth down on Taylor’s bottom lip, so Taylor wrapped his hand around Fletcher’s throat.
Fletcher released Taylor’s lip as he threw his head back against the nape of Taylor’s neck and cried out in pleasure. Taylor thrust harder into him as he got close to finishing. “I love you, Fletcher,” Taylor purred into his ear. His love for Fletcher was so overwhelming. “My sweet boy.” He kissed Fletcher on his cheek before spilling into him, filling Fletcher with his release.
“I love you, baby,” Fletcher cried out as he quickly finished, too. Taylor tugged his jaw towards him as he leaned in to kiss Fletcher.
Taylor’s heart was so full. He’d never been this happy. What he and Fletcher had was perfect, and he knew they could only go up from there. They would find a way to make this work. No matter the cost. As long as they could stay together.
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