“Fuck, Taylor. I’m so fucking close,” he whimpered, sending a chill down Taylor’s spine.
Taylor was completely dumbfounded at the sight of Fletcher pumping himself. He was jerking off…to the sight of Taylor.
He looked at Taylor like it was a challenge. The same way they looked at each other in the club.
Fletcher let out another whimper. “Are you gonna come help me?”
“Fuck,” Taylor choked out, mind still incapable of forming thoughts.
Fletcher’s mouth parted as he leaned his head against the shower glass. “Fuck, baby. I need you to—”
Taylor marched over to the shower in two steps and yanked the sliding door open. He wrapped a strong arm around Fletcher’s dripping wet body as he picked him up. Fletcher’s legs wrapped around Taylor as he pulled him out of the shower.
Fletcher leaned his head down and connected their lips in a heated kiss as Taylor carried him out of the bathroom with the shower still running. Taylor dropped him onto the bed, and Fletcher pulled him down with him. He rolled over and straddled Taylor as his hands found the bottom of Taylor’s shirt and pulled it off over his head. Their mouths met again in a frantic kiss. Fletcher slipped his tongue inside of Taylor’s mouth and moved it over Taylor’s. Their tongues danced in a fight for dominance. Taylor held one hand on Fletcher’s waist as he held the back of Fletcher’s head with the other. Taylor’s handtraveled down to stroke Fletcher’s cock, but Fletcher quickly pulled away and kissed his way down to Taylor’s crotch. He looked animalistic the way he nuzzled his face into Taylor’s crotch. His dick was so hard that he was worried it would break right off. It begged to be let out of his jeans as Fletcher mouthed him through the denim.
“Fuck,” Taylor moaned breathlessly. “You gonna undo the belt and pull my pants off, or do I need to make you?” he asked as he ran his hands through Fletcher’s dripping wet hair. He tightened his grip on his curls as Fletcher skillfully undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. Taylor kicked off his shoes and bucked his hips up so Fletcher could pull his pants all the way down and remove them completely. He couldn’t get over the way Fletcher had immediately obeyed so quickly. Like he wanted to be told what to do.
Fletcher’s mouth was immediately on him. “Holy fuck, Armstrong,” Taylor grunted. He sat up and scooted down to the end of the bed, accidentally making Fletcher choke as his cock hit the back of his throat. Fletcher pulled off him to cough a few times before sliding off the bed and dropping to his knees in front of Taylor. His cock twitched at the sight of finally having Fletcher down on his knees looking really fucking obedient.
Taylor quickly reached down to remove his socks before Fletcher leaned down and licked his entire length from base-to-tip. “What a fucking slut,” Taylor panted. “Daddy’s golden boy does everything he’s told, huh?”
“Shut the fuck up.” Fletcher looked up at him with a mischievous look in his eyes as he focused his mouth on Taylor’s tip. Taylor began to writhe as Fletcher cupped his balls and swirled his tongue around his sensitive tip.
Fletcher slowly worked himself down Taylor’s shaft, bobbinghis head up and down until Taylor’s cock hit the back of his throat. He started to gag and cough again, but he didn’t immediately pull back again like Taylor thought he would. Tears pooled at the corners of his eyes. Taylor couldn’t help but reach down to wipe them away, but Fletcher quickly swatted at him and pulled away. “Don’t fucking touch me,” he spat out before leaning back down to finish the job.
Taylor still held Fletcher’s hair as he felt his orgasm start to build. “I’m going to come down your throat if you don’t pull away soon,” Taylor warned. When Fletcher didn’t pull away, Taylor let out a satisfied grunt. “Do you wanna know how it tastes when I come in that perfect little mouth?”
“Mhmm,” Fletcher hummed as he looked back up at Taylor with the same mischievous look in his eyes. Fletcher’s moan reverberated through Taylor’s entire length as he felt the first wave of his orgasm hit. He tugged Fletcher’s hair as he began to thrust himself deeper into Fletcher’s mouth. He came in hot spurts down Fletcher’s throat, but Fletcher kept his mouth on him and waited until his body stilled to pull off. Taylor cupped his jaw and leaned down to kiss him on his swollen lips, nearly growing hard again as he tasted himself on Fletcher’s tongue. He expected Fletcher to pull back so he could spit, but he watched in awe as Fletcher swallowed every drop.
Fletcher immediately climbed back on top of Taylor and pressed his hot mouth to Taylor’s neck as he lapped his tongue on the salty skin. Taylor reached down to grip Fletcher to finish jerking him off, but he quickly changed his mind and flipped them again. Fletcher’s head hit the pillow, and Taylor pressed a kiss to Fletcher’s left pec. He licked at Fletcher’s nipple before replacing his mouth with his hand so he could give Fletcher’s other one the same treatment.
“Fuck, baby,” Fletcher cried out. Taylor looked up at Fletcher, who was looking back down at him with a lazy smile. Taylor quickly moved up to kiss him somewhat tenderly before kissing his way back down. All the way to Fletcher’s cock.
“You want me to suck you off?” Taylor asked him with a smirk.
Fletcher immediately nodded before throwing his head back down on the pillow. His hips twitched with excitement and anticipation, but Taylor didn’t make a move to take him.
He looked down at Taylor with an impatient look on his face, but Taylor shook his head, denying him. “Tell me.”
“Please,” Fletcher quickly begged. He reached down to guide Taylor’s head down to his aching cock, but Taylor quickly leaned down and nipped at the inside of his thigh.
“Fuck, Taylor. Please,” he groaned in defeat.
“Please what?” Taylor asked as he continued to kiss the inside of Fletcher’s thigh.
Fletcher reached down and gripped himself and gave himself a stroke. Taylor grabbed his wrist and forced him to let go of his cock.
“Fuck, Taylor!” Fletcher huffed again in irritation. “I need you to suck my dick!”
Taylor teasingly kissed the inside of Fletcher’s other thigh. “You sure?” he asked.
Fletcher bucked his hips. “Right fucking now, Taylor!”
Taylor finally gave in as he took Fletcher’s tip into his mouth. Fletcher quickly propped himself up on his elbow to watch as his free hand brushed through Taylor’s hair. Taylor pulled back and spit on Fletcher’s cock, using his hand to spread his saliva up and down Fletcher’s shaft. While one hand jerked Fletcher’s cock, the other slid up his body and massaged Fletcher’s pec ashe took him back into his mouth.
Fletcher writhed uncontrollably as Taylor took him over the edge. “Taylor,” he breathed. “Fuck, baby. I’m about to—” he panted. Taylor could tell he was close. He removed his hands and gripped onto Fletcher’s outer thighs as he took him fully into his mouth.
Fletcher’s legs shook and he cried out in pleasure as he came down Taylor’s throat. Taylor swallowed everything he gave him. Fletcher’s body went still.
