“No.”
Wait…huh?I blink uncomprehendingly. “What?”
“You aren’t going back out there. You want to cum? You’ll do it right here.”
At first I don’t understand, and I shake my head even as I start feeling warm and cottony all over. “No, Young-gi, I can’t do it by myself, that’s half the problem, okay? I get in my own head, I just can’t–”
“You’re not by yourself, Tommy.”
“I’m not… What?”
He can’t possibly mean that we should… He couldn’t possibly be implying that I…
“I’m right here, Tommy,” he says calmly, proving that hedoes, in fact, mean what I thought he meant.
Holy fuck.
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Young-gi
Tommy’s mouth drops open and he stares in complete shock. I’ve made him speechless, which is an accomplishment, but I’m too keyed up and dialed in to feel proud about that.
“You’re going to stay here, at this table, with me.” I let some stern command creep into my voice, because I like the way it makes him shiver. “And I’m going to be the one that helps you, Tommy. Me. You want to get off? You need some help? Then another rule for tonight is that it has to beme, and no one else. Do we have a deal?”
And I’m hungry for him to say yes, to say he needsmyhelp with something so intimate, so personal. God, if he needed me for something so private and vulnerable… I want it so bad my teeth ache. The power and trust, the connection. The possession.
I want that.
And I don’t think I can take even one more minute of watching him kiss and touch other men. Not when I’m the one that really wants to take care of him, when I’m the one that knows what’s best for him.
“You-you-you-” He chokes on the words, gasps a bit. “You’re straight! What the fuck?”
He’s not wrong, technically, just by looking at my track record. “Yes, historically speaking, but I can still make you cum, can’t I?”
A high-pitched giggle leaks from his lips, sounding almost deranged. Cute.
“I think my Molly was bad,” he finally mutters, his pupils already dilating, his muscles already getting loose and relaxed. “Because I could swear you just told me that you’ll make me cum, even though you’re straight.”
“Maggie said it’s been a while, huh?” I push, knowing that there’s a good chance he’ll turn me down. I’m not someone he’svery comfortable with yet, in fact I make himuncomfortable. But I know he wants me, and I can use that. “You must be really feeling it. I bet it’s almost painful. Do you need it, Tommy? You want me to make you cum?”
He chokes. “Holy shit.”
“I’ll give it to you, Tommy,” I offer, pushing the table away from our bench, so he’ll have room to straddle my thighs. “Come here, and take what you need from me. No one else.”
“Oh my god,” He stares at me with wide eyes as I guide him carefully onto my lap, until he’s straddling me. “Oh my god, oh my god, this isn’t happening…”
“That ecstasy will make you feel pretty good,” I murmur, putting my hands on the table on either side of his hips, not touching just yet. “But I want you to remember that you can say stop at any time, and if you say red or yellow, I’ll stop then, too. Understand?”
He’s staring at me like I’m a dream, like he’s seeing a fantasy come to life. “Um, yeah.”
“Good boy,” I tell him, and he shudders hard, his eyes damn-near rolling back just from the praise.
“I don’t know if I–if I can, if I will–” He clenches his eyes shut, his hands in tense fists on my shoulders.
“You don’t have to do anything, Tommy, except feel good. There’s nothing you need to do. If it happens, great, if not, I’ll still tell you that you were a good boy for letting me try this for you. Hm? And we can always try again.”
“I think trying again would actually kill me,” he rasps. Sweat beads along his hairline as his body temperature rises. “I think I might already be dead, in some kind of purgatory. Because I can’t tell if this is a dream or a nightmare.”
