“Why won’t you let me?”
“So I can get you off.” I say into his mouth, having to gloat a little because I fucking love doing this to him.
“That is not the issue,” Archangel can barely speak. His back arches, and his hips tilt. He’s getting close.
“Then what’s the issue?” I slow my strokes to draw this out. Maybe this is the best way to get him to fucking talk to me.
“I thought it was selfish to try it again knowing you’re not into men,” he says quickly. “Why did you slow down?”
“Because I want you to answer.”
He pries his eyes open and growls. “I am!”
“And I will let you finish when I understand.”
“Fucking mean.” He pulls against my hold groaning. “I could make you stop.”
“You won’t.” I roll my hand and then squeeze his base.
“You’re killing me.” He whimpers, bucking up into my hand.
“Why didn’t you ask me?” I breathe against his mouth.
“I know how you get when you’re horny.” He looks me in the eyes, getting serious. “Let me touch you. Please.”
I release his wrists. “Only if you keep talking.”
He’s in my pants and wrapping his long fingers around my cock faster than should be possible. Gay men really have fucking skills. “You are so fucking hard.”
“Does that surprise you?” I rest our foreheads together, losing myself to how his palm feels sliding over my cock. “Fuck.”
“Yes.” His voice hitches, eyes dazed with desire.
“If you knew the way your mouth felt, you wouldn’t be surprised.”
He bites my lip, stretching the skin and I chase his tongue. It’s so hard to focus with the way he’s touching me. How the fuck does he know my body so well?
“How do I get when I’m horny?”
“Cranky. And single-minded.” He’s not wrong.
“Is it so bad if I take that out on you?” I ask, breathless, so close he might kill me.
“I shouldn’t answer that.” He grabs my thigh, trying to pull it up over his shoulder.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I move awkwardly, while trying to keep my hand on his cock.
“Trying to get you in my mouth so you stop fucking asking me questions!” He bends down enough to flick his tongue over my tip.
“Angel,” I moan but pull my hips back. “No fair distracting me! Answer the question.”
“Don’t you want to be in my mouth again?” His warm breath blows over my tip making my cock ache.
“More than I want to breathe.” But I don’t let him bend down again. I press my knee into his chest, keeping him back.
He switches up tactics, stroking me and playing with my balls, while using just the tip of his tongue, making it impossible for me to reach his dick.
How did this turn into a fight? And I’m fucking losing somehow.
