What does the man want?
Well, the only person who can answer that is on his knees, and I’m not going to make him stay there long enough to get bruises.
“Go on, baby, take what you need,” I tell him, because no matter what he does, I’m here for it. I’m eighty percent there already, and that’s just from the neediness in his face right now.
Magnus lurches forward, licking the precum off the end of my cock, and a shudder of holy-shit-wow-what-the-fuck sends me careening toward the end. I gasp, Magnus moans, and his hand works faster. He licks the next spurt of precum, and that pushes me to the brink. How is he this sexy? Fuck.
“I’m about to blow, baby,” I warn him.
He looks up at me, meeting my gaze and smiling, incredibly pleased with himself. “Paint me white, Trent.”
That’s it. That’s all I need. I shoot off like I’ve been edging myself for hours, using his hand to jack myself off. The first spurt hits his forehead, and he closes his eyes, looking for all the world as if he’s basking in a summer rain instead of a facial.
I release his hair as soon as the last jet of cum hits him, and I wrap both of my hands around the one I’ve been using to come, fucking into that tightness to draw out the pleasure of the moment. When it's too much, I pull his hand off and retreat a step, bending down and helping him to his feet. I wipe the cum off his face and wish I could be kissing him. The temptation is there—he’s covered in my cum and looks like a wet-dream. Ofcourse I want to put my mouth on him and claim my place as his boyfriend, but he’s not there yet. This is the beginning. A few steps in the right direction. I’m still wooing him, and that takes time. I don’t mind the wait. I never will, because I know he’s going to be worth it in the end.
“That was so fucking hot,” I tell him, guiding him into the spray from the shower.
He rinses off the lingering remnants of my spunk before turning a happy little smile on me. “It was, right? I think our subs are going to go wild for it. We should definitely save it, though. I shouldn’t have been so eager for a taste, but in my defense, you really do have the most perfect cock on the planet.”
I chuckle at his antics and pull him in for a hug that is definitely too close for two naked guys who haven’t talked about naked limits.
Magnus melts into the hug, letting me put us close enough that our dicks are touching each other. He’s shorter than me by enough that it’s mostly my dick rubbing on his belly, but I bend over and grab his ass, lifting him. He wraps his strong legs around my waist and clings to my shoulders, and I hold him just like that for not-long-enough and a full eternity of pure happiness.
With my face buried in his neck I breath him in and hold him close, and I let myself hope that someday this guy is going to fall for me as easily as I’ve fallen for him.
“Love you,” I rumble, needing to say the words even if he won’t hear the full meaning.
Magnus squeezes me tighter. “I love you, too,” he echoes back—I never doubted he would.
Because we do love each other. I’m just hoping to convince him we don’t need to be platonic about it.
I slowly let him go, and then because I can and the moment is good for it, I tip his head back into the shower stream, reach for our shampoo, and wash his hair.
Magnus stares up at me as I do, a happy and content smile on his lips that makes me want to kiss them. I can’t wait until I get to that stage. We’ve scripted a kiss for the subs, but I’ve already decided that we’re going to be practicing with intent behind the scenes as often as possible before we get there on camera.
I just have to get us there. Somehow.
“We’re hanging out on the beach this morning,” I remind him to distract myself from too many temptations. I’m already halfway hard even though we just got off, but I’m not going to hide what he does for me. I want him to know that I think he’s sexy as fuck.
I tip his head back to rinse the shampoo as he softly sighs. “Sounds fun. I’ll probably have to bring some reading, though. I’m not sure how engaged I’ll be if I’m not swimming.”
We have an itinerary of touristy things we’re doing, but our first thing won’t start until after lunch. “That’s fine. I planned to stop by a bodega to get some beach snacks and drinks. I rented a space so we’ll have some shade and a couple of chairs.”
Once his hair is rinsed, I pump some body wash into my hands and start washing his body.
Magnus lets another sigh slip out as I maneuver him around to wash his full body. I hesitate at his fully hard cock and meet his soft gaze. “Is this ok? Can I wash your… private parts?” I feel ridiculous asking, but it’s his body, and I’m not making assumptions here.
Magnus’s smile widens a tiny bit. “I love being pampered like this, but I think if it was anyone else it would be too weird.”
I grin at his confession and kiss his forehead. “I love pampering you,” I confess, grabbing his cock again.
A breathy little moan escapes him as I wash his cock. I pretend for about two seconds that I’m not going to give him another orgasm, and then I slip one hand behind him and caress over his little hole, rubbing it as I stroke him off again.
Magnus doesn’t even try to hold back. He clings to me and presses his face into my chest. The gorgeous sounds that come from him make me preen with satisfaction. His breath comes in ragged pants as his cock swells in my hand, and I slip one finger into him. He cries out and then bites, latching onto the meat of my pec as his cock pulses in my hand and I help him through another beautiful orgasm.
I could watch him come for the rest of my life and it would never be enough. He’s so damn beautiful when he does.
A whimper like he’s at the edge of pain forces me to stop playing with him. I rinse the cum off my hands, re-soap, and finish washing him head to toe, like giving him another orgasm was part of the plan all along.
