I knew he was going to ask. “My mother tells me that she had to train my father how to communicate properly for a healthy relationship; I’m glad I don’t have to do that with you.”
Trent laughs. “Yeah, I also learned from my parents. Sometimes they taught me what to do, and sometimes they taught me whatnotto do.”
“There are no bad examples,” I intone, mimicking the voice and tones of the wise-old-man trope in movies. “Just good examples of what not to do.”
Trent huffs a laugh, nodding. “That’s the truth.”
I watch his expression dance with joy and revel in the fact that I put that emotion there. He’s happy because of me. “I hesitated because we haven’t talked about the limits of physical contact. Am I allowed to kiss you whenever the mood strikes, ordo I have to ask before kissing you? I don’t mean that I need to use words every time, but leaning in like I did is as much a request as words are.”
Trent’s happiness doesn’t dim for a second as he leans in, threading our fingers together like he wants a constant, intimate physical connection at every opportunity. “I’m happy to kiss you whenever, wherever, and however you want, but it would very quickly become apparent to our local fanbase that we are together. They already have a group chat, remember? If we want to keep the illusion up for our subscribers, we’ll have to keep boyfriendly acts of intimacy away from the public eye.”
“Obviously we won’t come out until we’re out to our subscribers, but when we’re alone, I can just kiss you if I want to?” As important as the consent of others is to Trent, I need to make sure he also knows his consent is important to me.
He lifts my hand and kisses the back of it. “Yes. If I don’t want you to kiss me, I’ll tell you so, but you can safely assume that I’m always going to want your touches. Do you want me to ask first? It’s ok if you need that.”
“No, I don’t.” I pause for a second and rethink that. “Unless I’m working. Please don’t startle me out of my focus if I’m working, but otherwise please shower me with all the physical affection you want.”
Trent’s smile widens, and somehow he gets me out of my chair and onto his lap, straddling his hips. The next moment, he stands with me, and I tighten my grip on him, throwing my arms over his shoulders to hang on. He walks me to his bed and lowers me onto it, fitting himself between my legs.
He pushes my shirt up, and I let him remove it. “I want to finger you and suck you off,” he explains, burying his face in my neck and kissing that sensitive spot behind my ear.
I gasp as my body responds with a hip thrust. “Y-yesss. Please.”
“Good boy,” he growls, sending shivers of pleasure through me.
He works his way from my neck to my nipples. I groan as he sucks on the right nub until it hurts. He moves to the other side, going back and forth, sucking and plucking the little buds until they’re swollen from his ministrations.
A thought hits me like an asteroid and I freeze so suddenly, Trent pops up off my chest, face contorted in concern. “What happened?”
I blink twice before shaking myself out of a moment of irrational fear. “My brain decided you missed boobs and that’s why you were spending so much time on my nipples.”
Trent’s lips twitch like he wants to laugh, but he holds that reaction back, framing my face with his palms. “I love your body as it is. I don’t need boobs, and we both know that if I wanted to see some, I have my favorites saved in my porn folders. I like the noises you make, the way you squirm and hump me when I play with your nipples. If you don’t want me to, I’ll stop.”
“I do not want you to stop spending time with my nipples, but I desperately want you to let me come, so I’m not sure how to answer you,” I confess, flexing my hips to grind my dick on him to remind him that I’m not as enthusiastic about edging as he is.
Trent chuckles, dropping his forehead against my sternum. “I hear you,” he promises, lifting his head again with a soft smile. “Grab the lube.” He points to his nightstand.
I reach over and grab the pump bottle, handing it to him.
He sets it aside and helps me out of my pants and underwear, leaving me naked with my socks on. It’s weird. I get why some creators leave their socks on (sock kinks exist, and some creators are sensitive about their feet), but being naked except socks is a bit too distracting for me.
Trent doesn’t need me to say anything; he takes my socks off, throwing them on top of my clothes before he settles in betweenmy thighs, pressing his face into my groin. He pumps some lube onto his fingers, licking my balls, and I drop back onto his pillow, eyes closed so I can feel everything he’s doing without distraction.
He sucks one of my balls into his mouth, rolling it on his tongue as he slides a finger into my ass. I hadn’t realized until now that I missed this. I’ve only had him do this once before, and since then I’ve used the anal plugs to stretch myself, but with him inside me, I realize, “I’ve missed this. I need you to finger me more. A lot. I—I need this.”
Trent hums softly, adding a second finger alongside the first as he moves his mouth to my other testicle.
I catch my breath as my eyes roll back in my head. Trent pushes his fingers against my prostate, and for a second I’m pretty sure I’m about to piss myself, but the feeling transforms into I’m-going-to-come so fast.
“Oh fuck!” I exclaim, grabbing his head and tangling my fingers into his air. “Please, please, please.” The words fly out of me like I have no control over them.
Trent pulls his fingers out of me, and the prick of tears threatens behind my eyes. His mouth on my cock chases that disappointment away, and shock immediately fills that space as he enters me with three fingers. I cry out, completely taken off guard, and then he hits that little gland again, and I damn near come off the bed. My cock hits the back of his throat, and instead of pulling away, Trent pushes himself further, burying his nose in my pubes.
My entire life erupts out of me as I come so hard that it feels like he’s turned me inside out. My hips jerk uncontrollably as I cry out, trying to keep the volume low—who knows if I succeed?
Trent keeps sucking until a whimper of too-much escapes me, then he pulls off. He kisses his way up my body to mymouth, drawing me into a tongue tangling kiss that tastes like sex and Trent.
He lingers there, enjoying the intimate exchange until we both need a breath. He pulls back with a soft smile, studying me with affection in his eyes. “So, more fingering?”
