Jack had only just gone to bed, but I wanted to double-check he was asleep. Usually, if he was going to wake up, it would be in the early hours, but it didn’t hurt to be sure. Otherwise, I could guarantee that the one night he hadn’t actually gone down would be tonight.
Harper turned the oven off and then hurried upstairs, throwing a hungry look over his shoulder as he left the kitchen. It was all the reminder I needed not to take too long or he’d start without me. I quickly locked the back and front doors, making sure all the lights in the playroom were turned off before I headed upstairs.
I could hear Jack snoring from outside his door, but I still popped my head in to make sure. He was burrowed under his duvet, the top of his fluffy red head peeking out, his plague doctor and giraffe tucked in around him. I smiled and watched him for a second in the soft glow of the little rabbit night-light throwing stars on the ceiling.
We hadn’t worked out how to tell him Harper was my boyfriend, as I was sure he’d have questions. But knowing Jack, they’d be things likeCan I have sausages for breakfast? andHarper, why do you like Daddy? He’s so old. Because apparently being over thirty meant I’d grown up in the time ofthe dinosaurs, and any attempt to tell Jack he’d one day be my age too had been met with a withering stare.
Closing his bedroom door gently, I walked along the landing to my room and stepped inside.
“There you are,” Harper said, smiling seductively up at me from the bed. He was stretched out naked on his stomach, chin propped on one hand, his golden hair flowing over his shoulders and down his back, shimmering in the glow of the bedside lamps. He’d put his glasses on the bedside table and a bottle of lube from the bathroom beside them.
He’d gone to a local sexual health clinic the day after I’d snuck up to his room, and I remembered he’d gotten the results the night before Jack’s birthday party… because we’d been planning to celebrate before it all went tits up.
“Here I am.” I leant down and kissed him softly before reaching for the hem of my T-shirt. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, sunshine. I think you should be naked more often.”
“I’m not sure that would work, unfortunately,” he said, watching me hungrily as I undressed. “But I’ll happily spend my evenings naked with you.”
“Mmm, I’m a very lucky man then.” I picked up the lube and put it on the bed beside him. He’d rolled onto his side to look at me, his hand drifting to his erect cock and teasing it gently with the tips of his fingers. “Fuck, I love that you’re already hard for me. I can’t wait to make you come.”
Harper moaned softly, his eyes falling closed for a moment. “I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon. I… uhhh… I want to come on your cock. I… I know I can.”
“Yeah?” I climbed onto the bed and kissed him hungrily, sliding my tongue into his mouth. “Need my thick cock filling your perfect arse up so you can come?”
“Yes!” He groaned as he pulled me into his arms, wrapping them around me and hooking his leg around my thigh. Desireburned inside me but I was in no rush. Unlike earlier, there was no training to get to. Nothing to stop us from taking our time. And after the last few days, I wanted to show Harper exactly what he meant to me.
We kissed for a long time, hands roaming over each other’s bodies. His skin was warm and soft, the sweet smell of strawberries filling the air. He tasted like strawberries too, and I knew I’d never be able to get enough of it.
Every time I saw strawberries, I was always going to think of him.
My dick was hard and heavy in between us, and Harper moaned as I gently angled our bodies so we could grind against each other as we made out. Precum slicked our skin as Harper rolled his hips, thrusting his cock against mine and igniting a spark of pleasure under my skin. He was obviously getting impatient and I couldn’t blame him.
I kissed down his neck, gently rolling him onto his back and falling between his legs so I could trace my mouth down his body. Harper gasped and moaned as I worshipped him, turning his head to bury his face in a pillow and muffle his cries of pleasure. I hated the fact I didn’t get to hear him, but I could remedy that the next time we had a weekend to ourselves.
My tongue flicked over the head of his cock, drawing another chorus of choked-back moans from his lips. I didn’t want him to come, but I couldn’t resist teasing him—licking down his shaft, sucking the soft head of his dick, and rolling his balls in my fingers. Harper spread his legs wide around me, his hip joint clicking as he did, but when I lifted my head to ask if he was okay, he let out the cutest grumbled moan.
“Don’t you dare stop,” he said with a pout. “I’m fine.”
“Why don’t you roll over for me?” I asked, sitting back and putting my hand on the outside of his thigh, encouraging himto roll onto his stomach. “Get on your knees and put that pretty arse in the air for me. Make sure you’re comfortable, though.”
Harper twisted onto his front and pulled his legs underneath him, wrapping his arms around a pillow as he dropped his shoulders and pushed his butt up, his legs wide enough to give me the perfect glimpse of his hole. The furled deep pink skin was dusted with blond hair and begging to be licked.
How could I resist such a fucking beautiful hole?
Harper shoved his face into the pillow and moaned as I leant forward and pushed my tongue between his cheeks, devouring him like the starving man I was. I licked and sucked his hole, dripping spit over the sensitive skin and teasing his entrance. He cried out my name, the sound broken and muffled as he rolled his hips, riding my mouth and chasing pleasure. I loved the way he took what he wanted from me, the way he used me and demanded more.
And I was happy to give him everything he needed.
My fingers fumbled for the lube as I pressed my tongue into his softening hole, flicking over his rim, my groans mingling with his. I pulled back for a second or two to pour lube onto my fingers, my other hand pulling his cheek to the side as I ran a slick finger down his crack.
“Oh… yes… more,” Harper said, twisting his head just enough to make his words audible. “Need it, Matty. Please.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” I pressed a kiss to the base of his spine as I slowly pressed one finger inside him. Harper’s arse was hot and tight, greedily pulling my finger deeper, and my cock throbbed as I thought about what it was going to feel like around my shaft. I wrapped my hand around my dick, stroking it lightly as I began to work Harper open.
He moaned as I fucked him with my fingers, gasping as I curled them teasingly across his prostate, precum leaking onto the sheets. He was so sweet and eager, pleading for more withstifled groans and choked-back words. And when I was finally three fingers deep inside him, he looked around at me with a desperate expression, mouth hanging open. His bottom lip was slick and swollen, like he’d been biting it in an effort to hold back.
I hated seeing him suffer. The only thing I could do was give him exactly what he’d asked for.
“Still want my cock, darling?” I asked as my fingers slid out of him, leaving his hole clenching wildly around nothing.
