It’s not like I’ve never gone there before. Not a lot, but… spit was always enough.
Goddamnit I’m spiraling.
Carey runs his spit covered fingers down my cheek. “You really were trying your hardest to resist me, weren’t you, old man?”
I grab his jaw, and he gives a nonchalant roll of his eyes as he reaches to one of the cupboards above the bed.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t come prepared?” he asks, first tossing a box of condoms beside me, then taking out a bottle of lube.
I dig my fingers in tighter. “What the fuck was this trip all about? Was it your plan to drag me to the middle of nowhere and try to fuck me?”
“Someone thinks highly of themself,” he laughs in my grip. “Did I think I could wear you down? Sure. But did I think for one secondI’dbe the one fuckingyou?Not a chance in hell.” My hand slips to his throat, and he hisses, his body holding onto an uncomfortable level of tension. His eyes pierce through mine as though he’s telling me to not push it any further, so I drag my palm down to his chest and feel his tension melt away. Then he leans in, his lips so close to mine I can feel his breath. “I’ve met you before, Jeon Wootek, and things need to go your way.”
“Says the man on top of me.”
“Says the man begging for my mouth.”
I lift my head the inch that separates us, then Carey forces me back into the blankets.
His tongue is instantly in my mouth.
Then his hand is aroundmythroat.
“Is yours off limits too?”
My cock pulses at the question, and I know he feels it.
He squeezes tighter and I grind up.
My lips drag across his as I shake my head.
“Why are you so hard to figure out?”
I exhale. “Because I’m just figuring it out as well.”
Carey’s hips counter the pressure of mine, and my eyes roll back.
He does it again, and a moan escapes my choked throat.
Carey sits up, picks up his dick, and drops it onto mine with a dull smack.
I tense again, my balls tightening as he owns me in every way.
He does it again, and I fist the sheets.
Carey picks up the lube and pops the cap with his thumb. Holding the bottle at chest height, he looks right at me and squeezes.
The cold makes me jump, but he clamps his legs around me tighter.
The slow drizzle of lube over our dicks is excruciating in the best way.
Another click, and the bottle is discarded.
He spreads the lube around and I dig my fingers into his thighs.
With a cock in each hand, Carey strokes us simultaneously.
His tongue pokes into the corner of his mouth. "I’m bigger than you.”
