His panting breaths—the little moans that escaped his trembling lips when I showed him how good I could make him feel…
The way he said my name.
His tight little body was so much smaller than mine.
I was obsessed with his shyness, which made him pliable and submissive in ways that lit up the quiet dominance I’d never really had the opportunity to explore with any of my previous partners.
He just… obeyed when I asked him to do things, and my cock twitched just thinking about it.
The trust in his wide, adorable eyes when he looked up at me sent me into a fucking tailspin. He looked at me like he knew I wouldn’t hurt him, and I was determined to make sure he never regretted looking at me like that.
I just wanted to take him apart and then put him back together again.
I wanted to try things with him I’d only ever fantasized about, and I had a feeling that if I said please, he would do anything I asked.
It felt like a huge responsibility. One I was desperate not to fuck up.
The only thing I hated about Milo was the fact that he clearly had serious self-esteem issues.
His little self-depricating comments and his lack of confidence in himself pissed me the fuck off. I wasn’t angry withhim,of course, but whoever it was that had taught him to think that way about himself.
I would fix it.
It would just take time.
I twisted off my back and onto my side so I could face him.
With a single finger, I traced a line down his nose, smiling to myself as his freckles crinkled under what I was sure was a ticklish sensation.
He whimpered as I slowly ran my finger down his chest, pausing to lazily circle one of his tight nipples.
His cock hardened further, and I pressed a kiss to his forehead before wrapping my hand around him and giving it a leisurely tug, encouraging it to harden further for me.
“Mmmmm…” he hummed, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. I kissed the tip of his nose and continued to stroke him slowly. He rocked his hips slightly, causing me to chuckle at his sleepy neediness.
“You awake, baby?” I breathed against his lips, kissing him softly as his eyes slowly opened, showing me those big, chocolate orbs that made me so fucking weak.
“Jay?” he asked, sounding confused for a moment, and I nodded.
“Yeah, baby. It’s me. How did you sleep?”
He frowned and glanced down between us to where I was still leisurely stroking his cock, and he made an adorable little sleepy noise of pleasure.
“Good… I…Jayyy,”he whined, rocking his hips into my hand, his tip starting to leak delicious little pearls of precum for me.
“What, baby?” I cooed, smirking at him as he rolled his gaze back up to meet mine. He licked his lips, and I felt my own cock gush at the sight.
“You’re…mmmphh,feelsgood.”
I chuckled, twisting his dick in my hand slightly and rubbing my thumb over his wet tip.
“Yeah? Baby boy likes waking up to me touching him?”
He nodded frantically, rocking into me harder now that he was more awake.
I felt his cock contract in my hand as he groaned, and I realized he was already close. Wanting to draw this out for longer, I let him go, ignoring his whiny protest as I brought my fingers up to his pouty lips.
“Open up for me, baby, I want to watch you suck yourself off my fingers.”
