I end up meditating on the way he looked on his knees for me,the way his mouth stretched wide, the little moans and gurgles he gave while he sucked me down.
My eyes squeeze tighter, my breathing growing labored.
My cock aches between my legs, hard and throbbing.
I reach down and squeeze it, a low hiss exhaling from my lungs. Neo shifts beside me, and I tell myself not to. To not go there.
But my hand is already snaking down my pajama bottoms and stroking.
I won’t turn around and let him suck me off. I won’t be fucking him, but a quick release before bed will make this all more palatable. It will allow me to sleep. And I feel like I haven’t slept in a few days.
Oryou could let him make it up to you. All that work you did for him. He offered…
I squeeze my cock and grind my teeth, twisting my wrist slightly, feeling the bead of precum smear across my finger.
He’s so close. So eager.
I twist my balls in my hand, arching my hips up slightly for more friction.
I’ve never been an overly horny man. Sex was an obligation, masturbation for stress relief. But for some reason, Neo in my bed, the way he felt gagging on me, makes something light up inside.
A dangerous spark.
Then I feel it—his body pressed against mine, his warm breath against my skin.
“You getting off without me?” he says, his voice low and sleepy.
“No.”
His mouth drags across the nape of my neck, and I shiver slightly, squeezing my aching cock with each breath he takes.
“Let me have it. Let me take care of you like you took care of me.”
I grind my teeth together. I will not say yes. I won’t agree.
My monster trembles, and my body turns. Neo is leaning up on an elbow, his blue hair a mess, his eyes hooded and dark.
“Yes,” he says, his hand dragging the comforter down, exposing my chest, my stomach, and finally my cock.
My hand is still down my pants, my fist still curled around my length.
“You want it, don’t you? You want to fuck my throat again.” His eyes meet mine, and he wets his lips, eagerly, as if he’s waited all day for this. “Or do you want my ass?”
His fingers wrap around my wrist, and he tugs my hand away from my cock.
“What do you want, Wylder? Your choice.”
My monster growls and thrashes against the cage, the bars bending beneath his strength.
I curl my hands into the sheets beneath me.
“Or do you want me to decide?” he asks, and I blink at him, trying to restrain myself.
But fuck.
Fuck.
His finger drags along the waistband of my pajama bottoms and then curls slightly, pulling them up before dragging them down. I feel the brush of his skin against my cock, and it jumps, those cage bars pulled wide.
