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I nod. If nothing else it will distract me from the throbbing need in my cock. He wipes my tears and then scoops some mashed potatoes onto a fork and brings it to my mouth. I eat, and as I do my erection flags slightly and I don’t have the burning need to come. I'm still hard, but not achingly so, as I finish my meal and curl up in Rome’s lap while we watch tv.
About ten minutes later my cock is only half hard. I whimper as I reach down and begin to stroke myself.
“Good boy,” Rome murmurs in my ear. “You’re so beautiful when you’re hard for me, little brother. Keep stroking. I want that pretty cock aching to come.” I whimper again and keep stroking until I’m so fucking close, and then I stop. Rome kisses me, and I whimper again as he controls the kiss, fucking my mouth with his tongue. “Can’t get enough of you, Sebastian.” He nuzzles my neck with his nose and then sucks, making me cry out as he leaves marks on me.
Precum leaks down my shaft and I sob. “Squash.”
He pulls back immediately. “What is it?” he says.
“I can’t. If you touch me like that I’ll come. I won’t be able to stop it and I don’t want to come without permission.”
He nods. “Thank you for telling me.”
“I’m sorry,” I sniffle, burying my face in his neck.
“Don’t ever apologize for safe wording, baby. That’s what they’re for. You did nothing wrong. I don’t ever want to push you too hard. Anything we do should be rewarding for both of us. I’m proud of you.” I nod.
We continue to watch tv but Rome moves us to a lying position and spoons me on the couch. My erection flags several more times throughout the course of the evening and I stroke myself back to full mast each time. It’s fucking torturous. I’ve never been edged like this. So close to coming, so many times, only to deny myself. It makes the anticipation of coming in the morning that much more alluring. Especially since I know I’ll be falling asleep with Rome’s cock in me. And I can’t deny the pleasure it brings me to stroke myself while he watches, knowing I’m pleasing him. Knowing he wants to see me hard. It’s painful at times and uncomfortable at others, but in a way that makes me ache for more. Makes me ache to please him.
I’m hard when he scoops me into his arms and brings me to his bed. “So good for me,” he murmurs as he slides the plug out and sets it aside, then strokes himself before pushing into me. I moan at the sensation of him filing me, knowing I can’t come.
“You did so well,” he says. “Try to sleep now, beautiful. You’ll be having one hell of an orgasm in the morning. You should get some rest.” I grin and close my eyes, even as my cock aches.
Chapter Thirteen
ROME
PRESENT DAY
“That’s it, baby,” I croon as Sebastian rocks against me, chasing his orgasm. He’s on his side with my cock buried in his ass, and I’m thrusting into him with everything that I have as I stroke his cock hard and fast. He was so fucking good for me last night and I want to give him the best orgasm of his life to show him how proud I am.
“Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god,” he murmurs as I peg his prostate over and over. “So good, Ro. So damn good. Don’t stop.”
But I do stop. “On your hands and knees, beautiful,” I say after pulling out. He obeys immediately and I smack his ass hard, making him jerk and gasp before I suck and nibble on his cheeks, devouring the taut little globes and leaving marks there.
“Mmmgg,” he whines. “Please, Rome. I need it. Please.” He lowers his top half to the bed, his ass in the air, and I moan at the sight of his hole.
I grab the plug off the nightstand and cover it in lube before slipping it inside him. His hole swallows it greedily and he moans as it fills him. God, that’s so fucking hot. The view of the plug inside him, the sparkling blue base visible between his cheeks, is making me so damn hard.
Mine.
“Ro?” he says, right before my hand comes down on his ass and he whimpers again. God I love the noises he makes for me. I grab my phone off the nightstand and press the button for the plug and he mewls as it goes off inside him. “Oh, fuck.” His breathing is getting heavier.
“Are you hard for me, baby?” I ask, then smack his ass again.
He nods. “Words, baby, I want words. Are you hard for me?”
“Yes,” he gasps, as my hand lands on his other cheek with a “thwack,” making his skin glow a beautiful shade of red. I press the button again and he shakes, his cock leaking onto the sheets below him.
“How hard are you, sweetheart?” I ask. I smack him again and he whimpers.
“So hard. So fucking hard, Ro.”
“Who controls your orgasms, little brother?” Another push of the button and his body jolts, sweat trickling down his back and forehead.
“You. You control my orgasms, Rome. I only come for you, big brother.”
“That’s right,” I say, smacking each cheek two more times, and he sniffles, his eyes filling with tears. “And what are you, Sebastian?”
