“You know, you can get more than one gift.” Dylan grinned.
“Hmmm. But whatever will I get you?”
“I can think of a few things.”
“What’d you have in mind?”
“Let’s do something to make Rus jealous that his flight is still a few days out.”
“Oh? Are you going to write him a graphic text on our exploits?”
“I was thinking a snippet of our good times.” Dylan had this minxy expression.
“You’re not filming me.”
“What about audio?” Dylan teased, wiggling side-to-side on top of Kaiden. “Just a few well-timed moans. Maybe a few slurps.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Fine,” Dylan sighed, retrieving his phone.
“What did I just say?”
“Don’t worry,” Dylan said, tracing his fingers along the screen of his phone. “I’m just making do with what I got.”
After a minute or so, he revealed a stick figure drawing. One stick figure was bent over while another stick figure with an absurdly giant penis—fully detailed and bigger than the two stick figures combined—stood behind the bent-over stick figure. Then there was a crying face in the background.
Kaiden burst into laughter. “Oh my God, that’s horrifying.”
“What? I’m not the artist in the relationship.”
Kaiden’s heart pattered a bit quickly there. It’d been so long since he’d considered himself an artist. Maybe he could beagain. Could be for the first time. Every sketch, every painting, every attempt over the years held this hollow sensation. Practice without payoff. The skill of another person entirely. Even looking at his old work on occasion made Kaiden feel like a fraud. But he wanted to explore art all the same. All the time. The passion snuck up on him, creeping its way inside and burrowing into his veins, consuming him.
Now that he’d stopped working his second job, he might actually have the time to explore his interests. Alone inhishome, he could take his time with artwork, explore it without judgment or expectations or condescending comments that it’d never bring him any real money. Yes, Kaiden would’ve loved to get rich off his passions, but that was never the point. The joy of drawing was the point. Exploring different styles. Learning new techniques. Finding his niche in a world of so much beauty.
Dylan hit send on his terribly hilarious drawing, then tossed his phone onto the floor.
“Now, about that blowie.” Dylan shot Kaiden a minxy grin.
“You’re so exhausting,” Kaiden said with a playful sigh.
Dylan kissed Kaiden, the rough stubble tickling Kaiden’s face. Dylan caressed Kaiden, running his hands under the edges of Kaiden’s corset vest. For the first time, Kaiden didn’t flinch or feel the need to adjust or pull back or change positions to take attention away from himself. He lay there lost on Dylan’s lips.
After a few minutes, Kaiden unfastened Dylan’s pants, tugging them down just enough to pull his cock out. As Kaiden stroked Dylan’s dick, he let out an eager groan.
“You like that?” Kaiden whispered, bringing his hand up to his mouth and quickly licking his palm before returning to stroke Dylan off.
Dylan growled into Kaiden’s ear. “You want me to wreck that pretty face of yours?”
Kaiden responded with a passionate kiss. Dylan sat up some, and Kaiden braced himself on the couch, keeping his head beside the arm of the sofa.
Dylan crawled up and straddled Kaiden’s chest. The weight made Kaiden gasp, and Dylan used that opportunity to immediately shove his cock in. Kaiden gagged, choking at the suddenness, but lay there taking it in inch by inch.
As the dick hit the back of Kaiden’s throat, he tried to widen his mouth, hoping to squeeze in a breath between the pumps. Dylan ran his fingers through Kaiden’s hair, gently rubbing his head as he took steady strokes. Eventually, his pace increased, and his grip on Kaiden’s head got firmer. He held him in place, fucking his face harder.
Each time Dylan bucked forward, his knees pushed a bit heavier onto Kaiden’s shoulders. The current position made it harder for him to breathe, for him to find a comfortable position. He almost tapped out, so he could get a minute and then drop to his knees to suck Dylan off. As much as he needed a slight reprieve, he had a different idea.
Kaiden wrapped his hands around Dylan’s lower back and butt, getting a firm grip while holding his cock in his mouth. It wasn’t much, but he lifted himself forward and changed their position just enough so Kaiden could sit upright with his back against the sofa and Dylan’s knees not weighing so heavily on him.
