“Tell me what you’re thinking right now,” Darius rasped against Kit’s ear. He shoved lower, rolling Kit’s balls in his palm.
“I can’t,” Kit gasped.
Hot, hard fingers pressed behind Kit’s balls. Pushed into the tender spot like a trigger. “Why can’t you?”
Kit arched against Darius, knees weakening. “Because I’m not thinking.”
“Perfect. I don’t want you to think.” Darius kissed the side of Kit’s neck. “You don’t have to make decisions. You don’t have to hide. Just be good for me.”
“Fuck,” Kit breathed.
Darius bit into his shoulder, and pain bloomed into glorious pleasure. Kit floated helplessly in the balance. Every mundane sensation fell away. Sweat sticking beneath his clothes. Faint exhaust from the engine. Kit’s jeans pinched as he spread his legs wide enough for Darius’s hand.
Every physical feeling was distant compared to the wonderful abstraction of Kit’s pleasure.
“Are you close?” Darius asked, and Kit could only moan. He was close enough that it was a good thing Darius murmured, “Come for me, Kit.”
Because Kit wanted to be good, but he couldn’t hold himself. He came so hard his vision blurred. Like Darius was ripping his orgasm from his very soul.
Nothing was wrong. Nothing existed except the shelter of intimacy.
Darius kissed Kit’s neck again. Just a kiss, no teeth, yet it pierced into Kit’s veins nonetheless. He tucked Kit’s sensitive, softening cock into his briefs, then stepped back. In his absence, the evening’s cold splashed Kit awake.
Kit turned and leaned on the car door to keep his balance. Darius was scarcely two feet away, but it was too far. His shoulders were broad enough that Kit couldn’t see James’s house behind him.
“Your turn,” Kit said.
“My turn,” Darius agreed, and unbuckled his belt. “On your knees, boy.”
Kit’s legs folded beneath him before the order fully processed. Gravel stung through his jeans, and this would start hurting soon. But from the heat in Darius’s eyes, Kit wasn’t going to be down here for very long.
He waited, his anticipation a sleepy thing in the wake of his own orgasm. His desperation ebbed to comfort. To gratitude. When Darius drew his cock from his slacks, Kit leaned forward.
“Stop,” Darius said, and Kit froze. Darius’s smile shone in the darkness. “Open your mouth, and don’t move.”
Oh, fuck. That was hot.
Kit sat back on his heels and opened his mouth. Darius regarded him for a moment, then began stroking himself. Kit’s mind went blissfully quiet again.
Someday Kit would have to properly worship Darius’s cock. It was gorgeous, dark and thick, commanding attention. This was good too, knowing he was exactly where Darius wanted him. Darius was getting himself off at the sight of Kit on his knees. And he was about to mark Kit as his.
The cameras wouldn’t get a clear angle of this. Darius’s body was in the way. But Kit’s cock stirred at the thought of James watching the footage after.
“Close your eyes,” Darius gritted out. He braced one hand on the side of the car above Kit’s head.
Kit wanted to watch Darius come, but he wanted to be good for Darius even more. He closed his eyes just before the first rope of cum landed on his lower lip. Darius groaned as he painted Kit’s face in cum. Most landed near Kit’s mouth, flavoring his every breath. The last string burst against Kit’s cheekbone. It dripped slowly down his cheek.
Harsh breaths filled the night. Kit’s eyes stayed closed as warm, sticky fingers found his face again. Darius scraped the cum from Kit’s cheek and wiped it onto Kit’s tongue.
Kit choked, surprised. Then licked the rest from Darius’s finger.
They cleaned up together in one of James’s guest showers. Any hopes Kit had for another round were dashed by his own sleepiness. Darius just toweled him off after and kissed the top of Kit’s head. When they descended to the first floor again, Kit curled up on the couch, and Darius started making dinner.
Their phones buzzed at the same time. Kit grabbed his from the coffee table. “James is on his way back.”
“That was quick. Good.” Darius moved in from the kitchen. “Before I forget, I had something for you.”
Kit perked up and stretched out his hand.
