That was unfair, because Holden’s curiosity was piqued.
Can’t believe I what?
I wanted to have cum inside of me and you made it happen.
A sharp heat sparked to life in Holden’s balls, and he swallowed hard, trying to fight the arousal that kindled to life inside of him at the memory. He had no idea what had come over him with Bryce. Not only did he play into what was obviously a breeding kink, but he’d eaten Bryce’s ass and put Bryce’s own cum inside of him to help him feel some of that pleasure he’d been after. Holden hadn’t thought much about it at the time. The move seemed like something they’d both enjoy, and apparently that choice had paid off.
How deep does that fantasy go for you?
I don’t know about having this conversation over text
Do you have headphones?
He regretted the question as soon as he sent it, but he regretted it more thirty seconds later when his phone rang, Bryce’s name flashing across his screen. It was a FaceTime call and he answered it, shoving his hair out of his eyes when Bryce’s face filled the screen.
“Where are you?” Holden asked, the background different from the bed Bryce had sent him a picture from.
Bryce angled the phone toward the shower, water streaming down, then to a closed bathroom door and back to himself.
“Running interference,” he said softly.
This was such a bad idea.
“Is your brother awake?”
“He’s drawing in the living room. I don’t think he would have heard me in the guest room, but I didn’t want to risk it.”
“Probably better.”
Bryce adjusted one of his earbuds and gave a little wiggle.
“Are you sitting on the toilet?” Holden asked.
“The lid is closed.”
Holden nodded, then asked again, “How deep does the fantasy go, Bryce?”
“Probably about as deep as the need to hear you moan my name into my ear when you come,” Bryce admitted. “Which as of two seconds ago is extraordinarily deep.”
Holden scoffed, shaking his head. “That’s dramatic.”
“It’s true.”
“Be honest,” Holden said.
Bryce’s playful smile turned almost somber, his stare working across Holden’s face before he answered, “Pretty deep, I think.”
Holden wouldn’t consider himself kinky, but he also had never considered himselfnotkinky. Sex for him had always been something exploratory and fun, and if that came with spanking or role playing or handcuffs, then that was the law of the land. He’d never really felt dominant or submissive or anything like that, but sometimes the idea of being one or the other was appealing to him. With Bryce, for example, he did enjoy telling him what to do.
And he liked when Bryce did it.
But Bryce could flirt aggressively, and he had done so in the shop, and Holden liked that too.
“Do you feel comfortable telling me?”
Bryce scrubbed a hand down his face and gave a slight shake of his head. “Try again.”
“Tell me,” Holden said.
