“In this form, there is a lot more,” I manage to say.
He licks his lips as he gets to his knees to fully pull my pants down. I lift my feet, one at a time, so he can get them off. He stays on his knees before me, looking satisfied with himself, though I can’t tell why. Were we talking about something? Did he ask me something, and I forgot? I can’t think clearly.
“To keep things simple—a top is typically the person who fucks the other, while the bottom is the one being fucked. Of course, there are versatile people who like both, and there are those who don’t like penetration at all. I don’t really like the labels, if I’m being honest, but I guess it makes the conversation easier.” Hesmirks. “And I do respect those who use labelsandtheir labels, I just find it hard to define myself sometimes.”
I’ve thought of this before, but I didn’t know there were terms for them. Every time I’ve thought of Leif, I thought of fucking him. Of sinking deep into his hole and listening to him beg and whine for more. I imagined myself doing everything he told me to, when he told me to. Harder. Faster. Slower. Deeper. Whatever he wanted, I’d give it.
But I hadn’t considered him not wanting that. I wouldn’t mind him entering me. I’ve thought of that too, but it does not turn me on as much as thinking of my cock buried inside of him.
“What do you prefer?” I ask.
“Oh,” he starts with a smirk. “I love being filled.” He wraps his hand around my cock then, and a whimper escapes my lips. “And I would love nothing more than to have this fat cock inside me.”
“Fuck,” I groan, my hands balling into fists.
Leif strokes me slowly. “As long as that’s what you want.”
“Yes,” I rasp out.
“You’ll need to prep me first,” he explains.
“Prep how? What does that mean?”
I know what the word means but I don’t know what it means in this context.
“By using your fingers to stretch me. Or… something else.”
I meet his gaze, and I see the excitement in his eyes.
“I have plenty of things to stretch you open with.”
He grins. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
“Get on the bed,” I growl, something in me switching.
Leif gets to his feet, still smiling at me. “I do enjoy taking control and teaching you, but fuck, Aliko… when you get all growly? It’s hot as hell.”
I growl again, and I don’t know what comes over me, but I wrap my arms around his waist, lift him, and move to the bed to toss him onto it.
He bites his bottom lip, looking at me with heat in his eyes. The outline of his dick in his pants is thick, and I bet he’s leaking, too. In this moment, there is nothing that makes me think he doesn’t want me, but my head is full of lust, and I want him, too. Badly.
I crawl over him, covering his body with mine entirely. I should be more careful; I could crush him, but I can’t care about things like that right now.
“Fuck,” he says under his breath as his hands run up my side, brushing the undersides of my arms when he reaches them. All of them encompass him, his entire upper body caged in by all eight of my arms, while the lower half is caged by my legs. My suckers are growing more sensitive, aching to latch onto him.
“There’s nowhere for you to go,” I say, my voice low.
“That’s exactly how I want it,” he says, not an ounce of fear in his voice.
Not that I think he is scared of me, but I can see how I could be intimidating right now, like this. But maybe he likes that.
“What do you want me to use first?” I ask, reaching for his jeans and yanking the button open.
“Definitely not your fingers.”
I shift myself and use every limb I have to get his clothes off. When he’s lying on the bed completely naked, I take a moment to look him over.
The tattoos. The piercings. His leaking cock.
