Bryce swallowed audibly, and that time, he nodded. “It’s not like I want to get pregnant. I don’t…don’t need to have that sort of talk.”
Holden bit his tongue to stop himself from interrupting, from supposing, from guessing.
“But I do like the talk of it, of being filled,” Bryce whispered, stare flickering between the phone and the door across from him. “I liked how you tried to make that happen tonight.”
Eating ass was not a hardship; neither was filling a hole with cum. It had been quite a while since Holden had taken anyone raw and there was no real reason for him to do that with Bryce, and yet…
“If you get tested,” he said, “If we both do.”
“Would you?”
“Get tested?” he asked.
“Come inside of me.” Bryce paused, licked his lips.
“Yeah,” Holden rasped. “Yes.”
Just thinking about it made him painfully hard, and he reached down to adjust himself, but Bryce noticed the movement and his earlier curious smile flashed back to life.
“Oh, you like the idea of it?” he teased.
“I also like the idea of coming in your throat,” he shot back.
“I think I just…” Bryce went quiet.
“Tell me.”
“I’d like that too,” he said. “In me, on me…I like all of it.”
Holden’s muscles clenched, and he nodded. “I’ll make a note.”
“What about you?” Bryce asked. “What do you like?”
There wasn’t much Holden didn’t like when it came to sex. Bryce had been right earlier to call out how much he talked in the moment. Sex was a safe space for him.
“I like the idea of coming inside of you until you’re bursting with it,” he admitted, and it was true.
“A pleaser, then.”
“I also like the idea of taping your mouth shut so you can’t talk.”
Bryce worried his lower lip. “Would you come in my mouth first?”
Holden’s reaction was visceral—a full body tremor that rocked through every muscle so violently he had no choice but to physically feel each twitch and wait until it passed.
“That looks like a yes,” Byrce murmured.
Holden reached into his pants and grabbed his cock, stroking his length a couple of times to try and ease back some of his arousal. His touch had the opposite effect, and his hand didn’t stop moving.
“That’s definitely a yes,” Bryce said. “Show me. Let me watch.”
Holden propped the phone on his coffee table with the screen angled up toward the couch. He needed both hands, one to reach into his pants and cradle his balls, the other to continue the overhanded assault on his cock. Bryce stayed quiet and attentive while Holden jerked off. The silence undoubtedly gave them both time to imagine their ideal scenarios with the other.
While he held his sac, Holden thought about coming in Bryce’s mouth, against his teeth, then gagging him into silence. He didn’t know if he would want to use underwear or a gag or tape, but as his mind cycled through the options, he settled on Bryce’s underwear, which in that fantasy were dark and soaked with precum. Once Bryce was choking on cum and quiet, Holdenwould get himself hard again. He would make Bryce watch, or better yet, he would make Bryce do it for him. Once ready, he would fuck Bryce, he would come inside of him, and he wouldn’t stop.
Holden was getting older, but he had stamina. He would figure out how to find another orgasm, to find more cum. He would fuck Bryce until he was leaking. He would make Bryce reach between his legs and feel how swollen his hole was. He would have Bryce push the cum back into his body so he didn’t lose it so soon after earning it.
In the end, it was the way Bryce looked in Holden’s head that sent him over the edge. Yes, Bryce was right there on the phone, looking as delicious as he had at the house, but Holden imagined him sweaty and flushed, desperate and moaning. The Bryce in his brain was in another galaxy for how far gone on pleasure he was and Holden was right there behind him.
