He was already groaning as he pulled on himself, using his pre-ejaculate as lube.But he needed more slide.So I stepped over there, leaned over, and hocked up some spit, dribbling it onto his fingers.
“Oh…God,” he moaned, using my saliva to slick himself as I dropped another glob at the top of his balls.He scooped it up quickly, gazing at me with wide eyes as his breaths shortened.
“Look at me,” I said.“Look at me when you come.”
I fell to my knees again, cock in hand, jerking myself slowly while I watched him.He was vulnerable and glorious in his self-pleasuring.In the paddock, Kamal had all the control.Now Puck took it, albeit under my directions, and it was beautiful to see him give himself the pleasure he craved.
“Oh yes, get yourself off, my beautiful, contrary ponyboy.Jerk that gorgeous cock for me.”
His hand flew on his dick, as his neck stretched out.His eyes closed.
“I’m close.Oh fuck, I’m close,” he panted, lips shiny from his tongue.He couldn’t stop moistening them.
“Open your eyes.Look at me.”
He did so, a dark flush spreading over his collarbone and rising to the tips of his ears.
“Say my name.”
Puck’s breath hitched, and he started to come as he groaned out, “Oliver!Oliver, ah,Oliver.”
I smiled, delighted to watch him satisfy himself with my name on his lips.He grabbed my T-shirt and pressed it against his cock as he continued to ride the aftershocks of his orgasm, pressing his face into the mattress and giving over to it.
I whipped off my shoes and shorts, leaving them on the bunk, and covered him with my body, kissing his neck and his shoulder as he sank, sated into the mattress.
“That was hot,” he whispered.
“So hot.”
I pressed my erection against the small of his back and he turned his head to me.
“You can fuck me,” he said.
I grinned.“I know.”
He didn’t reply, just arched his back and bumped up against me.“Will you?”
“Not today.”It was funny.I’d been so desperate to get Puck alone, but having intercourse was something I wanted to wait for.I didn’t want to do it on the fly, when we didn’t think we had much time.Somehow, some way, we’d find a place where we could take it slow.
“What?Why not?”
But I didn’t say that, in case he thought I was being too romantic.Maybe all Puck wanted was a quick fuck against the wall.But I’d been there and done that with other men, and something made me want to wait.
“I’m not ready.And I like making you wait.”
“Bastard.I hate you.”He splayed out beneath me, all fight gone, the afterglow of his orgasm making him soft and boneless.
“No you don’t,” I said, pushing my cock against his smooth buttock, leaving a wet trail, teasing him with it.
“You’re killing me.”
“You like it.”
“Fuck.”
“Getting hard again?”
“Yes.”
