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His cheeks were rosy with joy, his shirt askew.Myshirt askew. He’d taken to helping himself to my clothes now that he’d moved into my bedroom. They swam on his smaller frame, often drooping off one creamy, pale shoulder, calling my mouth to his exposed skin. I suspected that was why he wore them. I didn’t complain.
“Laugh it up,” I said, “because you’ll regret every word when I get you back under me.”
“And when will that be?” he asked huskily, flushing for a completely different reason now.
“Soon. Now. Immediately,” I said, bringing his fingers back to my nose. Leland snatched his hand away, hiding it behind his back.
“Give me your hand back,” I said.
“No,” he replied, squirming as I fought for his hand and won. I uncurled his tight fist, inhaling noisily from the heel of his palm all the way to his finger tips, closing my eyes after getting a hit of the dark aroma. “I thought that’s what I smelled.”
His cock lengthened inside his shorts, but that didn’t mean anything. At twenty-five, Leland became aroused whenever the wind blew, which happened a lot when living close to the ocean. Keeping up had never been an issue for me in the past, but Leland would definitely be a challenge to my stamina.
“What were you doing before I walked in here?” I crowded him into the island.
“Nothing,” he answered, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
“It doesn’tsmelllike nothing.”
“Like I said, I cooked. There’s a burger and fries waiting on the stove.” He motioned his head over my shoulder.
“I’m not hungry for that.” I flicked my tongue over his bottom lip, and he gave a hum of approval.
“You never know until you try it,” he said. “I made a dipping sauce for the fries. It’s thick and salty. Just the way you like it.”
For the first time since arriving home, I took my eyes off him. The burger and fries were already plated, a clear portion cup containing a creamy, white sauce sat next to it.
“You should try it,” Leland insisted, but I was already on my way over there.
I brought the portion cup to my nose, nearly drowning my nostrils in the heady cum in my impatience. “Jesus,” I croaked, my salivary glands activating. I buried my tongue inside Leland’s cum, the sounds coming from me inhuman. I scooped up a mouthful and tilted my head back, feeling it slide like honey down my throat to pool in my belly.
Leland clicked his tongue. “If I were a different man, I’d say you had a problem.”
I was too deep into my new addiction to offer a retort, so I dipped a couple fries into the cum cup instead before shoving them all into my mouth. “Why does it taste so good?” I asked.
Leland shrugged. “Could be all the pineapple I eat. Should I be worried you’ll swap woodworking for cum eating as your new, favorite pastime?”
“That would be a valid concern,” I said. “I’ll be sure to keep the fridge stocked with pineapple.” I wanted to pin him down and suck my next meal from him. My cock throbbed painfully behind the confines of my clothing.
I fingered what was left in the cup, making sure I didn’t miss a drop. I wasn’t satisfied. It wasn’t enough. “I need a little more,” I said greedily, and Leland nodded, reading the question in my eyes. “Now?”
He nodded again, tugging the waistband of his shorts over his erection.
“You’re already so close,” I said, caging him in, our heads touching as we gazed at the fluid beading at his slit.
“Yeah,” he agreed, tucking the shirt hem between his chin and chest as he spread his pre-cum over his pretty, pink crown.
“Faster,” I ordered, nails scraping along the island’s edge.
“Fuck, you’re impatient,” Leland gritted as he worked the top half of his shaft. “Put a finger in me, Franky. The biggest one you got.” He yanked his shorts lower with his free hand, then spread his legs as far as he could with them now hovering around his knees. “I need something in my ass.”
Leland was the one doing all the work, but my heart pumped frantically.
“Spit on it,” he said, when I licked a stripe up my middle finger. “Make it dirty, Franky.”
“Damn it, Leland,” I swore, shutting my eyes briefly. I was dangerously close to unloading unassisted in my pants.
“Do it now,” he panted. I felt every bit the fumbling virgin, following Leland’s more experienced lead. “Don’t go slow. Do it like you’re taking what’s yours. I wanna feel it burn, Franky.”
