I nod. I hear him.
“I know.”
Then I yank down his trousers.
He’s wearing black boxers, and his erection is straining against the fabric.
He’s like that because of me.
I have that power.
“I want to do this so badly,” I mumble, pressing my face against the bulge, inhaling him.
I lick the fabric.
I look up again, and he touches my cheek.
“My sweet, pretty boy.”
I blush.
“So beautiful that it’s hard to grasp sometimes.”
I pull his boxers down, and his cock springs free.
Oh. Wow. Okay.
How will that ever fit anywhere?
“You’re, uh—” I need to explain this so that Caspian won’t panic about our size difference. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but there’s a lot of you.”
“Baby, it’s okay,” Caspian says, sounding amused. “I’ve noticed.”
“But how can we ever have sex when you’re this big and I’m like a miniature human!”
“It will be alright.”
“Really?”
“Really. And obviously we will never do anything that scares or hurts you.”
I nod, feeling calmer. If Caspian’s not freaking out, it’s probably okay then.
I wrap my hand around his length, marveling at the velvety softness over the hardness.
It feels the same but still so different from my own.
I give the tip a tentative swirl with my tongue, sighing in satisfaction.
He tastes good. So good.
I wrap my lips around the head, sucking carefully.
Having his cock in my mouth gives me a surprising rush of intense pleasure.
He makes a choked sound when I go back to lapping the precum gathered in the tip.
I wonder what happens if I lick along the length.
