“But not all?”
Emerson nuzzled Dash’s knot, continuing his slow, tender massage down to the sac hanging below. Dash hissed when touched there, his back arching.
“I’ve bottomed a few times. Not my preference but I don’t mind switching on occasion.”
“You’d let me top you?”
Emerson grinned wickedly. “If you asked sweetly enough.”
Dash shivered against him.
“Is that what you want? Do you want to top me, Dash?”
Dash drew in an unsteady breath before shaking his head.
“What is it you want?”
Dash’s lips moved soundlessly for a couple of seconds. Finally, he dragged in a deep breath before saying,“I want to bottom,”in a rush on the exhale.
Emerson smiled. That’s what he thought Dash was struggling to say.
“I’m not a small man,” Emerson murmured, rubbing his cheek against Dash’s shaft. “We might not be able to do that tonight without hurting you.”
“I’m notcompletelyinexperienced,” Dash said before his face grew darker red.
Emerson frowned. “You just said you’ve never bottomed.”
“I’ve… used… toys.”
Emerson shivered, anticipation filling him. It was as intense as the adrenaline that had pulsed through his veins earlier as they’d run through the shadows. “How recently?”
Dash scoffed, a sheepish look coming over his features. “This morning.”
Emerson smiled as he licked the head of Dash’s cock. “A dildo?”
Dash nodded, his eyes rolling back in his head as Emerson licked it again.
“As big as me?” Emerson asked before running his tongue over the crest of Dash’s cock again.
“Not quite,” Dash whispered as he reached for the wall to steady himself. “But close.”
Emerson drew in a shaky breath, struggling to remain calm. A dildo almost as big as him, hmm? Precum leaked from his cock. He was the experienced one among them, but every word out of Dash’s mouth turned him on more and more. Much longer and he was going to end up feral.
“Fuck, will you just suck me already?” Dash asked.
“In a minute,” Emerson said. He needed more information before his control snapped completely.
Dash trembled, his head falling back. A growl of frustration came from his lips.
“What did you think about when you rode your dildo this morning?” Emerson asked, prolonging their suffering a little while longer.
“I don’t know,”Dash muttered.
“You don’t fantasize when you masturbate?”
Dash shook his head but from the look on his face, Emerson sensed it was a lie.
“Come on,” Emerson said. As extra persuasion, he brought his mouth closer to the tip, a breath away from taking the shaft into his mouth. “Tell me what you thought about while riding that big… fat…cock.”
