I can’t do anything else.
Theo’s hips roll slightly—a small, instinctive movement—and that’s when I see it. The black silicone base of a plug seated in his ass shifts with his motion. My cock jerks violently against my zipper, and I have to tighten my grip on the doorframe to stay upright.
The realization hits me like a sledgehammer. He prepared himself. He’s been ready, waiting.
My mouth goes dry. My heartbeat pounds in my ears, in my throat, in my cock. Every instinct screams at me to cross theroom, to yank that plug out and replace it, to make him forget his own name. But I remain frozen, transfixed by the sight of him.
I hear my own breath coming faster, rougher. Theo must hear it too—there’s a slight change in his rhythm, an almost imperceptible pause—but he doesn’t stop. He simply doesn’t fucking stop.
The message couldn’t be clearer: he doesn’t need me here.
Something primal and possessive roars to life inside me. I’ve never wanted to claim someone so badly in my life. Never wanted to mark them, fill them, ruin them for anyone else.
Theo’s eyes suddenly open, meeting mine with startling clarity. He releases his cock from his mouth with an obscene pop, lips wet and swollen.
“Gonna stand there all night,” he says, voice husky, “or are you ready to fuck the cum out of me with your big Daddy dick while I suck myself?”
I cross the room in three strides, my boots heavy on the hardwood floor. My fingers twitch with the need to touch him.
“Did you start without me?” The words scrape from my throat.
Theo’s eyes don’t leave mine as he slowly releases himself from his mouth. A string of saliva connects his lips to the head of his cock before breaking.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d come.” The challenge in his voice makes my blood run hotter.
I place one knee on the mattress, watching it dip under my weight. “Yet here I am.”
My hand finds the base of the plug nestled between his cheeks. I twist it slowly, deliberately, watching his pupils dilate as I work it in tiny circles.
“How long have you been plugged like this?” I ask, voice thick with restraint.
“Since I texted you.” His breath catches as I pull the plug a fraction of an inch out before pushing it back in. “Over an hour.”
The plug slides out with a slick sound that sends heat straight to my groin. Theo’s hole clenches around nothing, already missing the fullness.
I unzip my jeans, freeing my cock. It stands rigid against my stomach, already leaking at the tip.
“Wait,” Theo says suddenly.
I slow my movements. “What?”
“Same position,” Theo says. “But with you inside me.”
I go very still.
I understand what Theo is saying. I have, since the moment in the doorway, understood what Theo’s body is capable of. The image is already assembled in my brain with brutal clarity.
“You can do that,” I say. “While I’m?—”
“Yes.”
A silence.
“I want you to fuck it out of me,” Theo says, completely matter of fact, completely without shame, holding my gaze. “And I want to swallow it.”
My cock jerks violently, a surge of pre-cum slicking the head. I’ve never been so turned on by an idea in my life. The thought of watching Theo take himself in his mouth while I’m buried inside him—it’s almost too much.
“Fuck.” I fumble in the nightstand for lube, squeezing a generous amount onto my palm.
