“Better make it quick. You wouldn’t want Jolene walking in on us,” Pyro said, looking straight into Clover’s face, which was already blooming with the prettiest flush. He pushed his pants lower to make the boy’s job easier, but the warm hold on his hardening dick made him briefly close his eyes. Yes, it was that good.
He grabbed a plastic funnel off one of the shelves, and focused on the slender fingers working his cock. The pretty face would soon turn into a damp mess. Clover sucked on his thumb as if he weren’t even thinking about it. A natural. The boy’s eyes were trained on the job, ogling Pyro’s dick as if he couldn’t wait to drink its juices. Was he remembering how he’d climbed into his and Boar’s bed the other day, and took care of Pyro’s morning wood by sitting on it reverse-cowboy-style? Boar had been eager to join in, which offered Pyro not only a front-row view on Clover’s ass swallowing his cock but also on Boar’s come-face.
“Good boy. Earn that bike ride, and maybe I’ll fuck you on it as a bonus,” Pyro said, staring at Clover from up close. His lips were itching for a kiss, but the desire to stare at the rosy lips won over, and he shifted slightly, thrusting against the slender hand.
The little devil knew what got Pyro off and had no issue pulling him to the peaks of arousal. The boy was so close Pyro could smell his fresh minty shampoo, and the soft sucking around his thumb, the whimpers, were as exciting as they had been the first time they’d fucked. But the risk and the outrageousness of what he was doing pushed him over the edge and he had to bite his lip not to moan too loudly when he came into the funnel, blocking its ending with one finger.
He couldn’t wait to see Clover drinking his cum without anyone knowing. Pulling Clover into shit like this was Pyro’s favorite pastime.
“Good boy. Now kneel,” Pyro demanded, and when Clover did as he was told, Pyro wiped his cockhead against his cheek. He might have satisfied his greed for the boy, but arousal was still simmering beneath his skin. “Now hand me your favorite glass. This kind of delicacy needs to be drank in style.”
Clover panted, a thing of beauty with flushing cheeks, and reached for a martini glass despite the small shake of his head. He was no longer trembling with worry, his slender hand steady as Pyro let his cum drip into the glass.
“Tank would kill me,” Clover sniggered, but didn’t seem all that worried.
Pyro rested his hip against the counter as he emptied the contents of the funnel into the glass. He’d come a lot tonight. “He’d be so disappointed in your behavior. How can you do this to him?” Pyro asked, smiling when he added Malibu to the cum.
Clover rubbed the cum-streak off his cheek. “Now you’re just being mean. But he doesn’t let me ride his bike, so there. I had to do this, right?”
Pyro hummed, briefly glancing at the obvious erection in Clover’s pants as he rummaged through the pantry to find the final ingredient, coconut milk juice. “Am I being mean or just myself?” he asked and tapped Clover’s groin once the boy got to his feet.
“You could be yourself and give me quick head, babe.” Clover clung to Pyro’s side, rubbing his crotch against Pyro’s thigh. So needy. And so fucking hot. Yet denying him would be even hotter.
“That wasn’t part of our deal,” Pyro said, touching Clover’s cock at a tantalizingly slow pace. “I wanna see you restless as you drink this and then have to sit through dinner. Who knows, maybe if you’re still desperate after dessert, I’ll meet you in the garden and fuck your hole in the bushes?”
Clover’s features twisted, but he didn’t argue and rubbed his flushed cheeks, taking deep breaths to will the erection away. Pyro loved watching him in this horny state. He wasn’t patient enough himself, but Drake was the master of delayed gratification, and watching him play with Clover for ages while that pink cock remained unsatisfied, dripping pre-cum as Clover struggled in bondage was Pyro’s go-to masturbatory fantasy.
“Mean. Remind me why I like you again?” Clover asked, but it was a weak protest. Pyro knew exactly what kind of appeal he had for Clover. Where Tank was stability, he was the dynamite under Clover’s feet. Always a challenge. Always a surprise. Never boring.
So he gave Clover a quick kiss and got on with the cocktails for everyone else, with the boy’s heavy breathing as a constant reminder that he’d been left unsatisfied for Pyro’s pleasure.
“Have I ever told you I love your ink?” Clover asked, but it wouldn’t help his case.