Fuck, this was too hot for him to handle. “I’m your boy, Taylor,” he whined.
Taylor nodded. “You’re my sweet, beautiful boy. But this morning you were also a very bad boy.”
He wanted to crawl over to Taylor and kiss him. But if this was the game he wanted to play tonight, who was he to stand in the way of his man’s dreams?
“Do you think I want my sweet little boy to misbehave?”
“I wanna be a good boy, Taylor.” Fletcher smirked.
Taylor made a fake frown at him. “Do you?”
“I’m sorry for being bad.” Fletcher told him, sounding not at all apologetic. “I’ll be such a good boy for you.”
“How good?” Taylor asked, cocking an eyebrow. He walked over to the side of the bed and reached over to brush the curls out of Fletcher’s face. Taylor cupped his jaw and tilted his head up to look at him. Fletcher looked at him with pure devotion in his eyes as he continued his lazy strokes.
“How good can you be?” Taylor asked him calmly.
“I’ll do anything you want. I can be a good boy.”
For a minute, Taylor just stood there and looked down at Fletcher as he continued to pump himself. Fletcher let out a little whimper as Taylor reached down to kiss him. Fletcher hummed. Taylor broke the kiss and ran his hand through Fletcher’s hair again. Like he was petting him. “Such a sweet boy,” Taylor whispered.
“Stop stroking, beautiful.” Taylor ordered him a few moments later. Fletcher let go of himself and his body immediately protested at the loss of sensation. He burned and ached with desire from head to toe.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked, trying to mask his excitement.
“Get on your hands and knees and show me that tight hole,” Taylor commanded.
Fletcher flipped over and got onto his hands and knees. He stuck his ass out for Taylor as he turned around to look at him. Taylor looked down and watched him with an amused look on his face.
“Am I a good listener?” Fletcher asked him, sounding extremely slutty. He pulled one of his cheeks to the side for Taylor to see. He’d definitely watched a porno like this at some point. Except Fletcher was doing what the girl did.
Taylor nodded, humming in approval. “Such a good listener, sweetheart. Lick your fingers and play with that sweet little cunt.”
Fletcher brought his right hand to his mouth and licked them a few times before reaching behind and touching his rim. This was new territory. He liked the way it felt when Taylor fingered him, but he wondered what it would feel like if he tried to finger himself…
It was a weird sensation. It was like he was suddenly aware of how empty he was. Like he was just waiting to be filled up.
“How does that feel?” Taylor asked him. He sounded more curious than he did commanding. Fletcher swiped his fingers around his hole before sticking the tip of his middle finger inside. He felt himself clench, very eager for more.
“Weird, but good,” Fletcher answered honestly through strained breaths. Taylor cleared his throat. As if he was trying to get back into character.
“If you’re going to be a good boy then you need to learn how to listen,” he said a little more firmly. This was probably just asamusing for Fletcher as it was for Taylor. He continued to play with himself as he pushed his finger in a little deeper. Right at the knuckle. Taylor was right, though. He was really tight. Fletcher imagined just how tight Taylor would be…
“I’ll be a good boy, Taylor. I promise.”
“You’ll be whose good boy?”
“Taylor’s good boy.” Fletcher’s cock was probably leaking all over the bedspread.
“That’s right. You’re my good boy, Fletcher. Keep playing with that tiny cunt, sweet thing.”
“Only yours,” Fletcher reminded him. “I’m your good boy.”
“My good boy,” Taylor repeated. “My good boy who likes to play with his pretty little hole. You’re such a good boy, Fletcher. I’m so proud of you.” That about did it for Fletcher. He could’ve finished hands free just from Taylor’s praise.
“Does my good boy want a reward?” Taylor cooed at him. “Does my pretty boy want his surprise now?”
“This isn’t the surprise?” Fletcher asked him seriously, breaking character. If kinky role playing wasn’t the so-called surprise, then what the hell is?
