Taylor let out a breathless laugh as he removed his shirt and pulled down his pants. His cock must have been torturous behind the confines of his jeans. He kneeled down on the edge of the bed behind Fletcher and placed his hands on his hips. “I want to try something,” Taylor told him, still out of character.
“Wait, I want to keep playing the game. Keep talking to me like you’re Christian Gray. It makes me so fucking hard, babe.”
Taylor snorted as he leaned down to press a kiss on Fletcher’s back. “You really like it, don’t you? You’re a kinky little fucker, Armstrong.”Yeah right… Taylor sounds like he learned dirty talk from a BDSM porno. Not that Fletcher was complaining. Hewasdefinitelyinto it.
“It’s really fucking hot, baby. I know you like it too.”
“You’re my boy. That part’s not a game.” Taylor told him like he meant it.
Fletcher chuckled. “Yourgoodboy, Taylor,” he corrected.
Taylor slapped his ass before pressing a kiss to it. A whimper definitely escaped from Fletcher’s throat.
“Stick that perfect little ass out for me, pretty boy,” Taylor told him, returning to his kinky voice.
“Am I being a good boy for you, Taylor?” Fletcher asked in his own kinky voice. At this point, Fletcher wondered how clear the line actually was between being kinky and being normal. Maybe they honestly were just kind of kinky. This game was definitely working wonders for his daddy issues, though.
“Such a good, listening boy, Fletcher.” Taylor’s hands moved to Fletcher’s ass cheeks as he used his thumbs to spread them apart. Jesus Christ. Taylor was going to eat his ass out.Thiswas the surprise he was talking about.
“You want to see how your boy tastes?” Fletcher asked, sounding a little too eager.
“My pretty boy deserves a treat, don’t you think? I think we’ll both enjoy this one.” Fletcher’s mind drifted a bit. Don’t get him wrong, this was hot and painfully arousing for him, but there’s no way that Taylor wasn’t laughing at some of the things he was saying in his head. He felt like they were literally shooting a porn video.
Fletcher could feel Taylor’s breath on him as he brought his head down to his hole. He curiously licked the hole once before Taylor fully leaned in.
“Fuck, Taylor,” Fletcher whimpered. Taylor’s tongue lapped all around his entrance.
“Mhmm,” Taylor hummed. “So sweet.” His tongue got a little more confident as it started to push inside.
Fletcher cried out in pleasure as Taylor worked his tongue inside of him. “It’s so good, Tay.” He leaned back in and continued fucking him with his tongue. It was such a weird sensation. Warm, wet, slippery. Who on Earth was the kind of person Taylor was turning him into? Taylor switched back and forth between tongue-fucking him and lapping his hole up with his tongue. He was so slick back there that he probably didn’t even need any lube.
Taylor pulled away andfuckingbithim on the cheek. “You taste like you’re mine,” he said. “You’re fucking mine, Fletch.”
Taylor reached down to pump himself a few times before getting off the bed to find their lube and condoms. He unzipped his travel bag and dug around until he found them.
“I want you to hit raw,” Fletcher told him suddenly. He craned his head to look at Taylor while he remained in the same position. “We’re both clean. We just got tested.”
“Are you sure?” Taylor pressed. Fletcher nodded.
“Your boy wants you to fill him up, Taylor,” Fletcher told him with a smirk.
“Fuck,” Taylor muttered to himself. He made his way back over to the bed and put his hands back on Fletcher’s hips. He poured some lube out onto his fingers and pressed them to Fletcher’s hole.
“I want to feel you, baby,” Fletcher told him softly.
Taylor swirled his fingers around Fletcher’s tight rim, letting the tip of his middle finger slip in. “Are you sure?” Taylor asked, out of character. He pushed his finger deeper in and Fletcher let out a little moan. Taylor moved his finger in and out before adding another.
“I want to so bad,” Fletcher whined. “Oh, fuck,” he whimpered.
“I’m going to give you a third finger, love,” Taylor told him. Again, the “L” bomb immediately registered in Fletcher’s mind. God, he could tell him right there. Taylor, I love you. I’m in love with you. I fucking love you. He had such an overwhelming urge to confess his feelings.
“Fletcher?” Taylor said.
“Three fingers. Fuck, Taylor. It feels so good.”
Taylor slipped in a third finger and curled them up. Fletcher leaned back onto Taylor’s fingers and let out a cry when he reached his spot. “Yeah, baby, you like that?”
“It’s so good, Tay. It’s going to take me over the edge.”
