I can’t tell if he’s fucking with me, feeling playful, or truly this innocent. Regardless, I’m enjoying the game. “Even colder.”
He huffs, his hand brushing over my dragon tattoo and sliding around to the back of my neck. His hard dick still massages my hip. I don’t think he’s aware he’s even doing it. “Here? Or on your upper back? Under all this ridiculous hair? I saw a patient recently with a little stud inserted into a flat bit of skin by his shoulder blade.”
“Nope.” I stretch out, every bit of me enjoying the attention. “You’re slightly warmer, though. Keep going.”
His hand moves to my shoulder, whilst his lips move to the barbell decorating my left nipple. He licks across it. “Is it the same as this one?”
“Same design, yes. But smaller.”
Luke shuffles across the bed so he’s mostly lying on top of me. Seems like our sex life is about to take a welcome leap forward. He puts his lips to my neck, in a kind of kiss, but it’s also a burying-my-face-because-I’m-not-sure-what-I’m-doing kind of manoeuvre. I decide to lie still and let whatever’s happening here happen at his pace.
“Definitely not hiding here,” he checks from somewhere near my ear.
“No. You’re still at about the same level of warmness.” I pat his scrumptious arse with my good hand. “Lukewarm.”
“Hah!”
He nibbles at my neck and the notch of my collar bone, before his tongue gradually works its way down, stopping at my nipple. He sucks the barbell into his mouth and,oof, my dick happily responds. “You’re heating up nicely.”
Casually, I slip my fingers under the waistband of his boxers and smooth my hand over his rounded arse, staying well away from the part I really want to explore. He humps my thigh more overtly as he sucks on my nipple. From his breathing, he’s getting into it. His cute dick’s enjoying this impromptu game ofinvestigate Neil’s body. When I think I might show him how two guys frot properly, he shifts his weight to an elbow, and his fingers explore a line from my collarbone to my hip.
“Do I need you to turn over to find it?”
I stifle a laugh. “Not necessarily.” I pillow my head on my cast; it’s surprisingly comfortable. “You could, but I like it this way, watching you turn yourself on.”
The tiniest smile fights its way through the rising red on his skin. He bites on his lip, as if holding an internal debate with himself as to what to do next.
“You might want to take a look lower down,” I murmur, not the most subtle of hints.
“Yeah. I had a feeling you might say that.”
In one move, he straddles my thighs. I can’t see his dick hidden under the hoodie, but mine’s on display; at some point in the night, I kicked everything off. His cool fingers track down to it: engorged, damp, and pointing straight up. The tips of his index and middle finger touch my shaft, poised.
“Much warmer,” I manage with a satisfied groan. “Really fucking warm, rash whisperer.”
He licks his lips once, and then again. Then he shuffles back a bit, eyes glued to my throbbing erection. I hold my breath. Is he…is he…is he going to…? My cock pulses with anticipation.
He laughs nervously. “You know I haven’t got a bloody clue what I’m doing here, don’t you?”
“You’re doing great,” I praise, jerking my chin towards my tall, proud dick. “Can’t you tell?”
He treats me to an anxious smile, then lowers his head, dropping a kiss to my hip bone, my tip, then back to my hip bone. Featherlight and barely there, I’m scared to move. I’m pretty sure I stop breathing. Hot little exhalations gust over my belly, flurrying across my wet tip. Then he kisses my hipbone again. My tip again, my hipbone again. Can’t lie, it’s a homeopathic approach to giving head, but I’m fucking loving it. When his teeth graze my thigh, my cock pulses some more.
Then he jerks away.
“Do people get their feet pierced?” His eyes are wide and innocent. “Ankles? Maybe I should check there first.”
Fucker. “Keep exactly where you are.” I rest my hand super lightly on the back of his head. “You’re getting very, very close.”
Obediently, Luke lowers his head again. His mouth slips over the head of my dick, then inches down a little further, all slow and treacly. Firmly, he grasps the base, as if it’s not already standing up straight all by itself anyhow. Hollowing his cheeks, he gives the most tender, most sensitive of sucks. Then again. On the third suck, I inhale deeply and lose myself to the raw sweetness of it. To the incendiary mix of soft lips, gentle hands, and hot little breaths. He flicks his tongue over my frenulum. Each time he sinks lower, it’s as if he’s dripping hot wax down my shaft. It takes every morsel of willpower to avoid thrusting into his mouth like an animal.
When he pulls away for a breather, I think he’s done. We’ll finish me off with his hand, or maybe mine. He likes watching me do that. I don’t always come from simply being blown, and lord knows I don’t want to discourage him from his efforts. I’m about to suggest it, when he says, “Lift your knees.” He gives one a nudge. “I’m still hunting down that fucking piercing.”
His mouth lands back on my shaft, licking along the length. Then back to the tip. He’s wriggled lower down the bed, right between my legs, with his hands on my open thighs. From thisangle, with his face mostly hidden under his pointy hood, he’s fucking cute as hell. I grunt as his tongue tickles my frenulum again. So fucking nice. I’m not on the edge of coming or anything, but it’s still wonderful. Tipping my head back, I close my eyes, giving up on trying to second-guess him. He’s working out what he likes, what he’s comfortable with, and what I like.
Everything, it turns out, as long as it involves him. He wants to spend what’s left of the morning microdosing giving head? Fine with me. I sigh a happy sigh as his lips trail to my hip, kiss the crease of my groin, then move back to my shaft.
Without warning, they’re down at my balls. “Shit.” Reflexively, I grip his hoodie, and he backs off.
