“Don’t worry, I can look.” I gently pulled my finger out of him and eased his thighs off my shoulders, slowly pulling myself into a standing position and ignoring the hints of numbness in my calves and feet. I really hoped Darcy had some lube, and I was kicking myself for not putting some in my bag when I’d dreamed up this plan.
If he didn’t, we could pivot, and it wouldn’t change my overall goals for the evening. I’d just have to come back again to fuck him the way I’d promised.
“Check the drawer,” Darcy said, pointing to the small bedside cupboard, which had a large drawer underneath an open shelf. “Or the bathroom. Or?—”
There was a sharp knock at the front door and both of us startled like sheep in headlights. “It’s only me,” Milo called casually through the door. Like we were somehow expecting him. “Sounds like you’re both having a great time, which is fucking fantastic if you ask me—lord knows Darcy needs a goodshag—but I also know any supplies Darcy has probably went out of date three years ago. So, I’m leaving some outside the door. Have fun! And don’t worry, I have noise cancelling headphones.”
Darcy froze, his whole body going tense and I could see him gripping the sheets, his cock softening as panic set in. “It’s okay, angel,” I said, bending down to kiss him slowly, drawing it out until he began to relax again. “You stay here. I’ll get it.”
“Milo knows,” he said. “Shit. Milo knows.”
“Yeah, but we knew it was going to happen.” I kissed him again, leisurely brushing my tongue over his lips. “And now we know he’s got headphones, you can make as much noise as you want. Okay? You can scream for me, just like you promised.”
“Yeah, mmm, I can… you’re going to fuck me, aren’t you? Just like you said. I need it.”
He was so soft and sweet already, and he’d only had one orgasm. What would he be like after two? Would he even be able to give me three?
There was only one way to find out.
I kissed him again, my fingers skimming down his body to gently stroke his cock, coaxing it back to full hardness. “Yeah, I’m going to fuck you, I promise. Couldn’t deny you, angel. Not when you beg for me.”
He pulled his bottom lip teasingly and smirked as his hands grabbed my chest. “I haven’t begged yet. Not really.”
“Mmm, then I can’t wait to hear you beg properly for me.”
Another kiss, another stroke of his cock, and then I pulled back so I could walk over to the door to collect what Milo had left us. I didn’t bother putting any clothes on—there was no point since nobody else was around, and I couldn’t be arsed to get dressed for politeness.
I cracked the front door open and grinned when I saw the two items resting on the mat: a small box of condoms and a bottle of lube. Both of which looked new.
For a second I wondered why Milo had a brand-new bottle of lube and condoms on hand and debated whether he’d known something I didn’t or had done a mad dash to the shop to get some. Then I decided I didn’t need to know, so I let the questions float away as I shut the door, flicked the chain across, and walked back to Darcy’s room, where a beautiful sight greeted me.
Darcy had moved into the middle of the bed and rolled onto all fours with his shoulders pressed into the sheets and his arse in the air. His head was twisted so he could look at the door, his golden hair fanning out around him like a halo. He’d reached back between his legs with one arm and had two fingers pressed into his hole, fucking himself slowly.
“Fuck, angel. Don’t you look pretty?” I asked from the door as my eyes roamed over him. “Does that feel good? Like having your fingers in your arse?”
“Y-Yes! Need more though. It’s not enough,” Darcy said with a deep groan. Desperation was written across his flushed face and I was so tempted to leave him like this, just so I could hear him beg.
“What do you need? Tell me.”
“Your cock. Need you to fuck me.” He moaned again, burying his face in the bed as he pushed back onto his fingers, making a little bit of cum dribble out of his hole.Fuck. One day that would be my cum. And I’d keep him so stuffed full he’d always be wet and leaking and ready for me to fuck.
“You don’t sound sure,” I said teasingly as I stepped into the room and slowly walked towards the bed.
“I am.”
“Really?”
“Yes!” Darcy snapped. Or tried to. But he was too lost in pleasure for it to have any bite. “Fuck me, Owen! Please! Youpromised me your cock and I fucking need it. Stop making me wait for what I want.”
“See, I knew you could beg for me.” I grinned, tossed the condoms onto the bed, and opened the lube, pumping some onto my fingers before reaching down to stroke my cock. I was already hard from watching him. Maybe one day, I’d persuade him to put on a show for me. I’d beverywilling to do the same for him.
The mattress squeaked slightly as I climbed on and shuffled over to him, tilting the bottle of lube to drizzle some down his crack before adding more to my fingers. “Want me to help? Or do you want to do it yourself?”
“I don’t need any more,” Darcy said as he pumped his fingers in and out, slick wet sounds filling the air. “I want it to burn.”
“Are you sure?” I leant down to kiss the base of his spine. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t, I promise. Please, Owen, I need this.”
