“I want you to touch me.”
“I am touching you, princess.”
“Asshole,” Andrew laughs, grabbing Nicki’s hand and moving it to his dick, which is surprisingly still hard. It’s not a burning need, not a desperation, just a quiet longing to still be connected to Nicki.
“You want me to jerk you off, princess?”
“Yes.” Andrew arches his back a little. “Touch me.”
Nicki hums, that massive hand of his curling around Andrew’s erection while the other one strokes his belly, his chest, his throat, anything Nicki can reach. His strokes are purposeful and intense, the words he whispers in Andrew’s ears enough to have him whining and whimpering, the last of his unease fading away with the effusive praise and attention Nicki lavishes him in.
“Fucking perfect,” Nicki croons. “Look at you, so pliant just for me. Letting me touch you, take care of you. You’re doing so fucking good, princess.”
That praise makes Andrew’s brain buzz with pleasure as intense as the physical pleasure in his dick. It feels so good to be surrounded by Nicki, the center of such worshipful attention, that Andrew can’t hold back. He has no idea when the last time he came was, only knows it’s never been as fast or intense as it is when his release erupts.
“Mine,” Nicki rasps, nipping at the base of Andrew’s throat. “Fuck.”
Andrew’s release is more than physical, it’s transcendent, and it’s all he can do not to sob at what a fucking relief it is to let go. His body is slack, his legs shaking despite the fact that he did nothing. Somehow, his arms shake too, the intensity more than Andrew is prepared for.
As if reading him like a book, Nicki gathers Andrew in his arms and rearranges them in the center of the bed, tucking a pillow under his head and fussing with the blanket like Andrew really is a princess. All the while, Nicki ignores his own dick where it hangs heavy between his legs, the condom not even removed yet.
Eager to touch, Andrew reaches out, trailing his fingers over the poison ivy tattoo that wraps around Nicki’s upper thigh.
“I want to watch you touch yourself,” Andrew says, emboldened by Nicki’s presence.
“Do you now?” Nicki grins, looking absolutely delighted by the prospect.
“Yes.”
“What princess wants, princess gets,” Nicki smirks, removing the condom then adding a bit of lube to his hand. “I like it slick and messy.”
Andrew grimaces, the idea making his skin crawl. He hates messy things, which is why he liked that Nicki didn’t use any lube when he jerked Andrew off. There was a little left on his hand but not much. His own hand squelches with how wet it is, and while Andrew would revolt if that were him, it certainly adds to the visuals watching Nicki fuck his own hand. He’s huge and cut, and the lube makes a frankly indecent sound every time Nicki’s cock emerges. It’s kind of fascinating really. Andrew has never understood the appeal of porn. He couldn’t imagine ever wanting to watch a stranger get off or being aroused from that personally. But watching Nicki? This he likes.
“Does it feel good?” Andrew asks.
“So good,” Nicki confirms. “I like it hard and fast and wet.”
“Can you—” but Andrew stops, suddenly embarrassed.
“Anything.”
“Get closer,” Andrew finishes.
“How close?” Nicki asks, voice trembling as he stops stroking to watch Andrew.
Licking his lips, Andrew decides to go for broke. This is just Nicki, and he can trust him.
“Over my face.”
“Fuck,” Nicki whines, precome squirting out of the tip.
“But don’t come on me, please,” Andrew adds, just in case. “I just…I want to see.”
“Gonna fucking kill me, princess.”
“Sorry.”
“Not a complaint,” Nicki grits out, scooting up the bed and swinging one of his massive thighs over Andrew so he’s damn near sitting on his face. He keeps himself up so Andrew doesn’t suffocate, which is quite thoughtful. Then he starts to stroke, his entire body trembling when Andrew starts to play with his thighs.
