Bayani takes his time explaining, careful to articulate each and every wanton thought. John follows along as if his life depended on it.
“I’m touching myself like this, and you come into the room with your pants undone. You’re a little bit irritated that I’m masturbating without you. You tell me to get on my hands and knees. And you give it to me a little bit roughly.”
“Am I mad at you?”John asks.
Bayani nods.“I was bad.”
John swallows. The idea of Bayani being bad in this way makes him feel so, so good.
“You want me to remind you who’s boss?”John signs and Bayani gives a tentative nod.“You want me to act out this fantasy?”John asks, just to be sure. Bayani nods again, fingers drifting over his peaked nipples in a very compelling manner.
John undoes his pants and pulls out his cock, already hard due to the unexpected surprise awaiting him. He strokes it a few times, the pressure building in his balls, then struts over to the bed like the man of the hour. Bayani’s mouth starts working, lips moving as if he’s mumbling quietly to himself.
“Your breakfast,”John signs and points to his dick. Big, brown eyes stare up at him and a smile slowly unfurls across Bayani’s pretty lips as he crawls to the edge of the bed and kneels with his hands on his lap and his mouth open. The boy wants to be used–that’s John’s conclusion, so he steps closer to the bed and balances Bayani’s chin in the cradle of his hand, then fits his cock neatly in the sleeve Bayani is offering. When that wet heat envelopes him, John can’t help but shiver and groan out his lust. He widens his stance a little and adjusts the angle of his cock to get it just right.
“Tap my leg if you want to stop,” John says, carding his fingers through the boy’s silky, black hair. Bayani nods and takes him so deep the boy nearly gags. “Easy,” John warns. “Who’s in control right now?”
“You,”Bayani signs.
John can see the boy trembling with need, which heightens his own arousal as his hips jut forward and he coaxes his shaft a little deeper into the boy’s velvet throat. He takes his time stretching those pretty pink lips and testing Bayani’s gag reflex. The boy is a natural at sucking cock, and he clearly enjoys it. John must briefly rectify his impressions of Bayani, the sweet lamb of a boy who cooks him dinner every night with a smile and the wicked little thing on his knees, currently devouring John’s dick like a snake swallowing its meal. What a lucky man he is.
“That’s good,” John praises as he strokes the boy’s throat, “but you’ve got a lot to make up for. I leave you alone for twenty minutes and you’re already playing with yourself? That’s very naughty.”
“I was thinking of you,”Bayani signs. John likes that they can communicate like this.
“Were you planning to get off without me?”
“No, sir.”
Sir.The title speaks to John’s natural inkling to hierarchy and respect for authority. John glows inwardly at being addressed as such.
“Then what were you doing with your fingers in your hole?” John asks, enjoying this roleplay a little too much.
“Getting myself ready for you.”
John’s smile widens. “I like the sound of that. Are you still sore from last night?”
“A little,” Bayani admits.
“Still swollen?”
“Yes, but I want it,”he insists.
John pulls Bayani off his cock and says, “Show me your hole.”
Bayani blinks and wipes the saliva from his chin, then turns around and bends over, sticks his rump high in the air. With his temple pressed against the bedding, Bayani reaches back with both hands and spreads his ass cheeks, and there is that pretty little pucker, glistening with lube and slightly open. The rim is still puffy, an enticingly pink hue.
“Fuck, baby, you’ve got me all out of sorts.”
Bayani moans and clenches his asshole. Coherent thought flies out of John’s mind and instinct takes over. The lube is on the bed already–thank goodness. Without further ado, John slicks up two fingers and eases them in. The boy squirms and pushes backward to get him to go deeper. It’s so warm and inviting, John’s cock throbs with an ache to be inside him.
“I want to give it to you, sweetness, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
Bayani rises to his elbows, glances back at John with lust-drunk eyes, and signs, “Fuck me.”
John grins at his bossiness. With two fingers still working his boy open, John grabs the lube and squirts a long line of it onto his dick, swipes it around messily, then lines up with Bayani’s hole. Before sinking into that tight grip, he grabs both of Bayani’s wrists and holds them there at the small of his back, loose enough that Bayani can still tap out if he chooses. John stares for a moment, transfixed by the boy’s eroticism, the trust Bayani must place in John to offer himself like this, the quiet rise and fall of the boy’s ribcage as he breathes deeply.
“You’re a very good boy, Bayani,” John says. Bayani shivers and raises his ass higher, tightening his hole so that it expels a tiny dewdrop of lube. John nudges his cockhead against the boy’s perfect little pucker. The ripe ring of muscle blooms to envelope his cockhead, and Bayani sighs, sucking him in deeper. John advances by degrees, until the whole of his shaft is encased by hot flesh. Such perfect fit. Such a sweet boy. John briefly envisions sleepy mornings that start off with warm cuddles and escalate into wild, bareback sex. John imagines instructing the boy on how to pleasure himself, then making him stop, edging Bayani until he’s delirious with the need to come. There are so many fantasies John wishes to explore with his young and eager lover.
