Page 98 of Two for Charging

Luca kissed his cheek. “I will take care of you.”

Chris’s whole chest swelled up as if he were being pumped full of helium. “Okay.”

“Now, where was I?” Luca slid down Chris’s body and stopped at eye level with Chris’s cock.

It twitched against his stomach.

“God, you’re glorious.”

“Me or my dick?”

“Mm, both.” Luca wrapped his fist around the shaft and stroked. His fingers didn’t quite meet around the circumference, but it didn’t matter. It still felt amazing.

In the past, when girlfriends touched Chris, jerked him off or blew him, it felt like a chore. He struggled to keep himself hard and interested when he wasn’t feeling it. Occasionally, when he’d waited a few weeks after jerking off alone, he could trick himself into welcoming stimulation from another person. But for the most part, any time sex had focused on him, he’d felt too aware of his own body and the effort it took to be present in the moment to enjoy it.

Apparently, these things were different when you were attracted to the person doing them. Who knew?

Luca’s touch stayed light and teasing for a long while, getting to know Chris by feel. It gave Chris a chance to acclimatize to the strange sensation of someone else touching him intimately when he wanted it. Instead of always having to readjust Luca’s grip so it caught the right spots or ask him to go looser or firmer or faster or slower, his body was so primed for anything Luca wanted to give him that Chris didn’t care how Luca touched him. There would be time later to learn each other properly, to figure out how Luca touched himself when he was alone so Chris could do it for him—a thought that made Chris leak another sticky drop of precome. Maybe Luca would do the same for him. Right now, he was so turned on it didn’t have to be perfect. It just had to be Luca.

“Someday, I will want you to fuck me,” Luca informed him.

Chris’s cock throbbed.

“We will have to go slow. I don’t bottom often, and it will not be easy.”

“You don’t have to—”

“But it will be so worth it. You will make me so full, Chris. I want to feel you everywhere, all of you.”

“I want that.” Chris wanted to make Luca feel as overwhelmed as he did.

Luca leaned down to kiss Chris’s hip bone. “Our next off day,” he promised, and then his mouth was on Chris’s cock.

His mouth was on Chris’s cock.

Even when he’d been most in his head and frustrated about sex, Chris enjoyed feeling someone else’s mouth on him. He never asked for it, of course—it didn’t feel good enough to make him rude—but sometimes, girls offered. It never lasted as long as it would take for him to get off. He was too big, and their jaws ached eventually, but sometimes it got him excited enough to try for penetrative sex.

His past experiences did nothing to prepare him for the sight of Luca on his knees between Chris’s legs with his plush, generous lips spread around the head of his cock. He didn’t try to go deep and, instead, kept his hand steady on the shaft, stroking slowly as he sucked and tongued. The sensations still made Chris’s brain feel too big for his body, like the nerves in his pleasure centers were lighting up so brightly they’d hum and vibrate and finally explode, leaving Chris satisfied and empty.

Was it because Luca had a bigger mouth and jaw than any of the girls Chris had been with?

Was it because it was Luca—such a proud, prickly person—dedicating himself to Chris’s pleasure?

Did it matter? Chris let his head thump into the pillows and moaned. Luca hummed around his mouthful.

“That feels so good. You’re so good…I love you so much.”

For an instant, Luca’s fist tightened around him, and his mouth sucked, hard.

Chris cried out, keeping his hips still by force of will alone. He made himself take long, steady breaths even as the sensation of Luca’s tongue dancing across the slit made him want to shy away and thrust deeper all at once.

He propped himself up on his elbows so he could see Luca.

Luca wasn’t trying to make it sexy. His forehead furrowed in concentration. He drooled all around Chris’s cock, making the glide of his hand that much smoother. Chris watched the flutter of his eyelashes against his cheeks as he pushed his hips against the bed.

God, Luca was so into this that his eyes rolled back, and he humped the mattress.

Chris pounded his fist against the bed at the sudden sharp swell of pleasure.