“Hey,” Cormal said, leaning closer. “You can tell me anything.”
Kinan whispered, “Would you—” He swallowed thickly. “Would you finger yourself open for me? Pretend it’s my cock?”
Cormal sucked in a breath, and his voice was raw when he said, “Yeah, I’d be happy to do that.”
He pulled off his sleep trousers, and Kinan was naked a moment later. Cormal retrieved the bottle of oil that he’d packed and laid back on the bed, planting his feet, legs spread wide as he canted his hips so that he could expose himself to Kinan’s avid gaze. The man’s hand was already on his cock, the pre-come gathering there giving him something to stroke with.
Cormal spilled oil into his palm and slicked up his fingers.
“Would you tease me?” Cormal asked, looking straight at Kinan.
He nodded. “I’d run my fingers around your rim, just a bit of pressure. So you’d know I was there, but you wouldn’t know when I was going to do more.”
Cormal did as directed, running his slippery fingers over his hole, round and round until Kinan spoke again.
“I’d push one finger inside, all the way in, a slow slide, because I knew you could take it.”
Cormal buried a finger as far inside himself as he could.
“I’d fuck you with that finger,” Kinan said breathlessly.
Cormal fucked himself, but it wasn’t enough stimulation. “More,” he begged.
Kinan smiled. “And when you asked me nicely, I’d give you another finger.”
“Please.”
“Go ahead.”
Cormal pressed a second finger inside himself, able to scissor now, to stretch, and that was a little better, though it still wasn’t what he craved. He wanted the beautiful cock that he could see in front of him, which Kinan was still stroking, fist pumping up and down in a smooth, rhythmic motion. Cormal wanted so much to feel that hard length inside of him, but he wasn’t going to get his wish, at least not today.
“Add another finger.”
The third finger burned a little, but Cormal breathed through it, letting out a breathless sort of moan that made Kinan pump his hand a little faster.
“You like that?” he asked.
Cormal managed to nod. “Want you.”
“I want you, too,” Kinan told him. “I’d be hitting your pleasure spot every time I fucked into you.”
Cormal whined and thrust faster with his fingers. He’d always found it awkward trying to stimulate himself.
“Would you make it good for me?” he asked.
“So good,” Kinan promised, eyes like stars, sweat dotting his forehead. His hand was flying on his cock. “I’d touch your cock, too.”
Cormal wrapped his other hand around his cock, groaning at the pressure.
Kinan’s voice was low. “I’d make you happy just like you make me happy. Come for me, please.”
Cormal arched and came, his body clamping down on his fingers, his cock pulsing violently, spurting across his belly as Kinan came next to him.
Cormal pulled out his fingers, ass clenching around nothing. He stretched his legs out and wiped himself mostly clean with a bit of the sheet. Kinan lay down beside him, and Cormal managed to sort of fling the covers over them.
(Kinan would usually stay under the covers if he was there when they were laid over him. He ended up on top of them if he laid down over them. He couldn’t squirm under them himself.)
“Thank you for being so wonderful,” Cormal told him.
