“I doubt I’ll remember them all,” I say truthfully, slipping my hands over Isaac’s briefs. His breath catches as my thumb runs along his dick. “But it’s hard to forget the things you say to me, Red.”
“Jesus, Trevor. I’m trying to be mad at you for being such a smug asshole. You’re making it real damn hard.”
“I can feel that,” I murmur, cupping his cock. “Do your housemates always play music this late into the morning?”
Isaac tilts his head to listen, as if he forgot about the noise. “Sometimes, yeah. Why?”
“Just glad you’ll have the cover,” I tell him, tugging his briefs down and off his legs. Isaac’s attempt at an affronted scowl falls away the moment I fit myself between his legs and run my tongue up his cock. I had a feeling he’d be noisy, and I’m proved right as I take him into my mouth. He’s salty but clean, so hard it has to be pain and bliss in one.
“Fucking hell, Trevor. Ah, Jesus.”
“Pure poetry,” I murmur before taking him back between my lips.
Isaac huffs a laugh that turns into a groan. He locks his heels together at the back of my shoulders, not subtle in the least about what he wants. Which is me between his legs like he asked for.
I knew he’d be a force once unleashed.
And the blaze has only begun.
I get acquainted with Isaac’s body as the man tells me precisely what he likes through action and sound, not to mention the occasional curse or hastily spoken words. “Ah, fucking hell. You’re gonna kill me.” And “Do you even need to breathe?”
I find he likes it when I pull back to tease him with kisses and light licks, even as he complains about it every second until he’s back down my throat. And when I trail my fingers to the base of the plug, adding pressure in a back-and-forth motion, his sounds turn frantic.
“Fuck, fuck. Trevor.”
I pop off his cock, kissing a path down to his balls as I tug the toy gently. His ass stretches to accommodate the width of the flared plug, a sight that has my gut clenching in the best way. “Look at you.”
He makes a helpless sound. “Are you one of those guys who likes staring at assholes?”
“Ones this pretty? I can’t help it.”
“It’s not—”
“Oh, it is,” I cut in, letting him swallow the toy before tugging again, watching it start to come free. “It’s fucking beautiful the way you’re opening for me. The fact that you want me at home inside you the same way this plug is, stretching you until it aches, fucking you until you can’t feel your fingertips or toes… That’s a beautiful fucking thing, Red. So you let me call any piece of you I want pretty. Because it is to me.”
“Jesus, Trevor. I don’t think I can handle you getting poetic about my asshole.”
The amusement in his voice has a smile tugging at my lips. I press a kiss to the inside of his thigh before clearing my throat lightly. “Open, tender soul. Forget past and pain and things better lost. There’s light always waiting. And my light for youcomes without cost. I will worship, and I will praise. And at the end when we’re recounting our days. I hope, I hope, I know. You and I will still be us.”
Isaac pulls in a shaky breath when I meet his gaze, eyes blue like the hottest flame. “Was that an allegory for fucking or love?”
“Yes,” I say simply, feathering my lips across his skin. Isaac’s head drops back when I tug the plug all the way free, the give of his body remarkable. I grab the next size up, flicking the top of the lube open so I can coat the toy. Isaac’s heels dig against my back as I tease him with the tip of it.
“Trevor.”
The warning in his tone has me chuckling. “Yes, brat?”
“Oh, now I’m brat again?”
“Whenever you want to be, yes.”
He huffs, but there’s only heat in his eyes when he pulls with his heels like he’s trying to get me to move. “Fucking hell, your shoulders are massive.”
“That’s what you wanted to tell me?” I ask, pressing the plug further, up to its widest point.
Isaac’s cock jerks. “No. You’re fucking distracting. Would you…get that thing inside me already?”
“You swear quite a lot when you’re turned on. Did you know?”
