Scott opened his eyes to look at Charlie. He didn’t really have an answer to that. He was at Charlie’s mercy.
“That’s what I thought.” Charlie smirked. Without his glasses, all of his facial expressions looked a hundred times more animated.
He also seemed to smirk more, but that might have been because he knew Scott was at his mercy.
Scott didn’t mind. Not really.
“Please,” Scott begged, giving Charlie his best puppy eyes. They usually got him what he wanted.
Charlie made a soft noise, shoving his fingers in further, stretching Scott just a tiny bit more. Scott’s cock twitched, already leaking precome on to his stomach.
He glanced down at Charlie, his eyes roving over tattoos, toned, sleek muscles, and finally to his cock, hard and curving up toward his stomach.
It was alotbigger than two fingers.
Right now, though, that seemed like a good thing. Something deep inside Scott wanted to be fuller, stretched as far as he could go. He wanted Charlie’s cock inside him.
He’d been thinking about it for days. First, tentatively, but then with increasing curiosity. Now, he needed it to get off.
Nothing else was going to do it for him. He needed this.
“You’re being very brave,” Charlie said. “You wanna get off before we go any further? How desperate are you?”
Scott swallowed. It was a tempting offer, but he wanted to be sure he’d be able to get off once Charlie was inside him, and he wasn’t sure he could bounce back that fast.
What hereallywanted was for Charlie to speed up.
He probably needed to say all that.
“I wanna feel you,” Scott said, his face hot. This was embarrassing to say out loud. He wasn’t used to needing to talk during sex. He wasn’t used to needing prep work.
It felt good, though. It was nice to feel taken care of for once.
“And I want… I’m ready for more,” he added, before Charlie could say anything else. “I know I look terrified, but that’s only because I am.”
Charlie smiled a small, understanding smile, shifting his weight. “I can do this all day,” he said. “Or night, whatever. You don’t have to go further than this.”
“I want to,” Scott said, gaining confidence. He knew Charlie was just giving him a way out.
But with the low burn of arousal in his gut, with his muscles getting tight, with his cock leaking onto his stomach… he wanted more. Harder. Faster.
He wanted everything Charlie could give him.
The need was overwhelming, making Scott’s whole body feel too tight, too wound up, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. He’d never felt like this before, he’d never wanted someone to touch him so much.
He was probably more than a little bi.
Charlie smiled a slow smile, shuffling closer to Scott. He reached out, splaying his free hand over Scott’s belly, kneading the tight, tense muscles there.
Warmth flowed through Scott’s body as his muscles relaxed, and he bit his lip to contain a groan, arching his back high off the mattress beneath him. Everything Charlie did felt so good.
He grunted as Charlie slipped a third finger inside him, letting a tiny whine escape as he got used to the extra stretch. It didn’t hurt, not quite, but the pressure was intense. Not uncomfortable, but it made him feel oversensitive, every tiny touch or movement magnified by a hundred.
Scott cried out as Charlie twisted his fingers, his cock twitching against his belly, his legs spreading wider without him consciously deciding to move them. He reached down, wanting to touch his cock, but Charlie batted his hand away.
Charlie wrapped his own fingers around it instead, squeezing tight as he jerked it with slow strokes, timed to match the fingers in Scott’s ass. His fingers were so sure, so confident, his grip bordering on too tight, but still perfect, still exactly what Scott needed.
Charlie wasn’t giving him space to breathe, but he didn’t want it anyway. Scott hadn’t realized that sex could feel like this at all, and they hadn’t gotten to the main event yet.
