“I want you to come, babe,” he uttered, kissing Gunner’s temple. His hand moved down the boy’s stomach and took hold of his prick, which was so hard they both shivered with discomfort. The hole squeezed around Caspian’s softening cock, as Gunner shuddered, giving in to the touch.
“Yes, please, please,” he mumbled around the fingers, already thrusting into Caspian’s hand.
A devilish voice at the back of Caspian’s head told him to deny pleasure, to bait and switch, and make Gunner beg with that filthy mouth of his, but his muscles were becoming heavy, and the cock in Caspian’s hand felt so hot and swollen he didn’t have the heart to torture his lover any further.
He trembled when his own dick left the tight body with a loud smack, but remained steady behind the boy and hugged him from behind while his fist worked the hard length, which he used to scorn so much yet now loved to touch and suck.
“You’re such a dirty boy. Coming here and demanding cum, as if you were an addict,” he uttered while Caspian trembled in his arms, jerking in throes of frantic passion.
“Maybe… I am,” the last word turned into a moan when Gunner came, spilling cum between Caspian’s thick fingers.
It was so hot it burned Caspian’s skin, but instead of having a taste, he went with the same emotions that had guided him through this sex game and wiped the spunk on Gunner’s face. “There, have more, you greedy thing,” he said before spinning Gunner around to watch him.
A beautiful mess with flushed cheeks and cum-stained lips, he was barely catching his breath when he looked up at Caspian with angelic eyes. But no matter how much that blue gaze glinted with innocence, the boy had more in common with demons.
As Gunner licked spunk off Caspian’s fingers, the soft light seeping through the curtains caught the damp stains trailing from his eyes, making Caspian’s mind stall in alarm.
“Are you okay?” he asked, gently cupping the smooth cheeks and rubbing the tears off with his thumbs.
No boy had a prettier smile than Gunner. There was a vulnerability to it that set Caspian’s heart on fire whenever he was graced with the sight of those pink lips crooking in joy. Gunner wobbled forward, with the pants pooling above his knees and leaned against Caspian, as if he were seeking his care. “I am now. That was mind blowing. Just… so intense.”
Caspian relaxed, and while he felt like giving himself time to recuperate, he picked Gunner up into his arms and carried him to the bedroom. The little cum vampire had sucked him dry, and he was relieved when they rolled onto the bed.
“This was exactly what I needed.” Gunner closed his eyes and settled his head on Caspian’s arm, not even asking for the belt to be removed. He seemed thoroughly satisfied, and Caspian longed to give him everything he needed. Fulfill his every craving. Or just stay in bed together forever. For now, he claimed his lips in a kiss that tasted of spunk and desire.
“So how was the party?”
Gunner rolled his forehead over Caspian’s bicep with a low groan. “Hmm… Would it be okay for me to stay here for a few days?”
Caspian blinked, and surprise quickly turned into worry as ice sank deep into his flesh.
The post-orgasmic bliss melted from his overheated body.
“What did you do?”
“I mean… it wasn’t that bad, but I may have had an argument with your parents, and shit went a bit sideways.”
The ice in Caspian grew colder as he sat up, his body awoken by adrenaline. “What kind of argument? Out with it!”
He suspected the reason Gunner rolled to his knees instead of sitting up, like him, was to seem taller, but that couldn’t make him look dignified when he still had his pants down and hands tied behind his back.
“I said I was leaving, okay? I lost my shit with Alex, they wanted me to start in the firm next week, which I couldn’t possibly do, and also, John Sadler now thinks I’m a psycho, but I’m not, I’m just not gonna bend over when Alexander Dickface wants to fuck me over!”
“You did what? Jesus Christ!” Caspian’s chest sank, keeping his breathing shallow as he met the glinting blue eyes. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, nor understand it for that matter. “What do you fucking mean? All you needed to do was keep your head down for a couple of hours,” he rasped, rolling off the bed, only to hit his elbow on the cupboard, because there was too little fucking space to accommodate his size! “What did you do?” he roared, imagining flames engulfing his family home, police arriving in great numbers, and John Sadler losing his temper when his relationship with Dad had been so good before. They were as close to friends as business associates could get.