“Jesus fucking Christ,” Isaac whispers.
I tug the fabric the rest of the way off, letting Isaac have his unencumbered fill. He stares at my cock for a long time before his eyes trail back up my body, a slow perusal. Finally, he meets my gaze.
“Trevor… You’re breathtaking.”
Isaac licks his lips as I head his way, his face turning up as I kneel on the bed in front of him. “I’m positive that’s you.”
He shakes his head, but I silence his rebuttal with a kiss, pressing forward until he’s lying on his back on the bed. He melts easily, his breath catching when I drop my face to his neck and then lower.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his stomach jumping beneath my lips. I ruck his shirt higher and do it again, mouth pressing to skin this time. “Fuck, fuck.”
“Have I reduced you to monosyllabic words?” I ask, brushing my lips above his waistband before popping the button.
“Ah, fuck.”
My chuckle has Isaac’s stomach muscles jumping again.
“Jesus Christ, I can’t deal with the sight of you crouched over me like that.”
“There you are,” I murmur, tugging his pants lower. “Although if that’s how you feel, you may want to close your eyes for this next part.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Not a chance. Oh myGod, Trevor.”
My name turns into a groan as I rub my face against Isaac’s cock through the material of his bright blue briefs. He’s hard as steel already, and it’s no surprise. Not after the night he had.
“Has itbeen torture?” I ask, slipping his pants down his legs. “Needing to be fucked so badly you kept this inside of you while you waited?”
Isaac whines as I find the base of the toy hidden beneath his underwear. I rock it gently, watching his eyes slam shut as he battles to keep it together.
“Needed…it,” he pants out. “You’re fucking huge.”
“You think this will be enough? Could I slip it free and take you right now?”
He stutters out a groan that sounds tortured. “No. Not even close. I underestimated how damn big you are.”
I smile against his thigh before ghosting my lips up his cock again. “Do you have something larger?”
“Oh fuck.” He breathes in and out a few times before managing, “Shoebox in my closet.”
I slip back, heading that way. Isaac lets out a disbelieving huff as he catches sight of my backside.
“Your ass, Trevor? Please tell me your uncle didn’t do those.”
“Only the ones in more respectable places,” I assure him. “The rest were done by other artists from the shop.”
“You’re going to let me look at every single one,” he says roughly.
“Whenever you want,” I promise, finding the shoebox and bringing it with me back to the bed. Isaac is lying where I left him, his cock tenting his briefs and a flush spreading down his chest, visible even in the dim light of the room. “Just as you’ll let me map your freckles.”
He nods, swallowing as I set the shoebox down on the mattress. I lift the lid, finding an assortment of butt plugs and a bottle of lube.
“Did you buy these for me?”
Isaac blows out a breath. “Could you sound a little less smug when you ask me that?”
“My apologies.” I clear my throat, and Isaac’s lips twitch. “Did you buy these for myfucking hugecock?”
“Oh myGod, do you have to remember every word I’ve ever said?”
