My mouth watered as I teased him with light strokes, his expression hidden from me as we kissed. It was messy and raw, and everything I wanted from the first moment I saw him. I pulled back, watching him in the half-light as he gasped at my touch.
His eyes clenched shut, his lips open, his moans were gentle pleas that sounded so loud in the silent room.
“Dom, I need…”
“What do you want, handsome?”
“More.” His hips bucked, and I stilled my hand as he took charge and thrust upwards.
If he wanted to use me as a fucktoy, I was happy to let him. Holding his cock and caressing his hair as he fucked my hand filled me with a primal pride I’d never felt before.
I was taking care of him, giving him what he needed, showing him what I could do for him if he gave in to his lust.
“I’m gonna…” he whimpered, thrusting into me again. “Dom, if you keep doing that… I can’t…”
I released his cock and his hips fell back onto the bed, his weight denting the mattress. I pressed my chest to him again, and his heart beat heavily under me. I wasn't usually so loving, but I couldn't help myself. He brought it out of me, and I had no doubts as I nuzzled his chin, kissing the line of his jaw up to his ear. “Not yet, handsome. I want my fun too.”
I lifted myself from his body, loving the way he watched me with expectation in his eyes, his mouth open as he panted.
Shifting to my knees, I crawled backwards as I scattered kisses across his chest, groaning at how he shuddered as my tongue found his nipple. His back bowed, pressing up into my mouth. I used my free hand to find his other nipple, playing with him, drawing it out until he gasped weakly.
“Dom… I just… can’t you just…”
“What?” My lips curved as his head flew back into the pillow. “Say it, Harry. What do you want?”
“Just touch me,” he groaned, his body writhing as I continued to work his nipple.
“I am touching you,” I replied as I circled him, my hand tracing his belly to the edge of his hip as I moved down. My mouth joined my hand again, teasing kisses over his stomach.
Every single noise he made had me diving further into him as I came closer to his cock. From the way he quivered at each softbreath caressing his skin, I was certain he knew where I was going. We both did. I’d been waiting for this for what felt like years.
I crawled between his legs, making myself comfortable on my elbows as I kissed him everywhere except for his cock.
The width of his hips, the heat of his thighs, the dip of skin which led into dense pubes. It could become my drug if I sank too deep into the feelings that stirred through me.
I couldn’t see the colour of his hair in the dim light, so I’d explore him properly next time. I wasn’t even going to questionifthere was a next time. There had to be. One night wasn't enough to enjoy him properly. I wanted to know every little thing that made him moan.
He let out another cry as I leant down, chuckling to myself as my nose grazed his cock. Taking him in my hand had given me an idea of how thick he was, but actually feeling his cock near my lips made me realise what an effort this would be. I’d have to stretch my jaw out, exactly how I liked it.
Harry gasped again as my teeth grazed his cock, his knees falling open, offering himself to me. And I couldn’t pass up the opportunity, especially when he was still begging.
“Dom, I just…” He reached over, his hand finding my hair, tugging me towards his cock. I loved how demanding he was. He could be as selfish as he wanted to be; I'd do whatever he liked for as long as he could endure.
“Just tell me what you need,” I groaned. “Let me give it to you.”
Harry’s strong fingers clutched my head and he moaned. His hips thrust up, his warm cock hard on my cheek. I wanted to hear him say it.
I turned my head, darting my tongue out, licking him once, showing him how good it would be if I sucked him off.
His startled shout was gorgeous, and I licked him again so I could feel him twitch under me, his head shaking back and forth on the pillow as his hand fisted the sheets.
“Fuck, you taste amazing, handsome.”
I couldn't wait. It was too much.
I kissed his shaft, trailing my way up, circling his tip with my tongue to elicit tiny gasps that echoed from him as I lapped at him. Uncut, I stroked upwards, loving how he throbbed in my hand. With a sweep of my tongue across his head, the flavour of his pre-cum filled my mouth as his surprised cry bounced around the room.
“Dom! What are you—” Harry's words dissolved into moans as I wrapped my lips around him and brought him into my mouth. Already wet from kissing him and the pre-cum coating my tongue, I easily glided downwards, my lips and jaw stretched so wide it ached.
