It’s a sight to behold: Cameron panting and wide-eyed as I hold him to what I assume is his bed.
Suddenly, I’m starving. My stomach aches as if I’ll die in the next second if I don’t devour a five-course meal.
“W-wait,” Cameron whispers as I shove my own pants down, freeing my hard, pulsing length to him.
Oh, it’s that kind of dream.
“Shh,” I hush him again, my distorted voice thick with arousal. “Behave now,corculum.”
And Cameron does. He shuts his mouth tight, his face pale as I line us up, spitting on our cocks and stroking them in my fist with a tight grip.
Cameron groans, his eyes rolling back into his head as he shakes beneath me. The feeling of his hot, throbbing length against mine is intoxicating, even through the thin wall stifling some of the sensation.
“D-does he feel this too?” Cameron asks, breathless. “What is he feeling now?”
A low, growling noise leaves me, and I tighten my grip. “Sic. He feels hungry for it.”
Who are we talking about? In my dreams, is Cameron truly seeing someone else, even though he just told me otherwise? But then again, he suddenly had a hickey, so…
And now I feel angry. Envious.
A gentle chuckle leaves me despite this, and I say, “He feels jealousy.”
Wait… Now I’m incredibly confused, and it’s kind of distracting me from the pleasure I’m feeling.
“Jealous,” Cameron repeats, his hips beginning to rock up into each pump of my fist. “Can I speak to him?”
“Non.”Good, even dream me knows not to let him speak with other men.
I’ve missed this sight, this intimacy with him, so desperately that I push everything else to the side and laser in my focus. I study the sweat dripping down his chest, his pleasure-glazed eyes, and his desperate panting.
“You’re perfect,corculum,”I groan. “Warm, pliant.”
Cameron practically keens, his thighs twitching with pleasure as he fucks into my fist, dragging his cock over mine in a devastating shove.
“Atticus,” he whispers, his eyes filling with unshed tears once more. “Please.”
His begging from earlier in the day floods my memory, and my heart clenches.
I think I love you, he’d said.
But how can I believe him when he’s said what he’s said, done what he’s done? I want to, though; I want to believe it so badly.
Not that I could do anything about it.
“Sic,Cameron. Feed me. Give me your release,” I tell him, watching the flashes of purple as I stroked us.
And Cameron tenses, his body trembling as he moans and grunts against the pleasure.
Then, he’s coming, spilling all over my fist and his stomach, soaking my cock. Something bursts open within me, and that feeling of being hungry? It begins to recede.
Only as he begins to come down from the high of his orgasm, his lashes start to flutter, his body going limp.
Then, he’s out, completely gone. And I continue to thrust against him, borderline howling in pleasure as I chase him over the edge, using his body as my own.
And as I explode, the hunger disappears completely, and a buzz so peaceful fills me, as if I’m high.
My come looks opposite of his, something a blush blue as it soaks into his skin and evaporates.
