Snafu

Helium - Part 2

"Stay still, baby," Gideon said with a smirk.

Cole kept glaring even as knuckles brushed up and down the underside of his cock, just playing and feeling. Cole was wound up and sensitive enough that even Gideon trailing the pads of his fingers around and tracing the veins was enough to make his hips flex hard against the urge to fuck upward.

Then Gideon fisted him a few times, and he did thrust into the tight grip, eyes rolling back. The hand disappeared and Cole kept fucking the air, a frustrated groan ripping from his throat. Doubly guilty this time.

"Baby, if you calm down, I will let you come," Gideon told him in that low, cracked sex voice he used last night, which made Cole's eyes fly to his face because it sounded like he was turned on and Cole needed to see his face. His eyes were bright, and his lips parted around deep, controlled breaths. Cole tried to match them. He settled his hips back down onto the mattress.

"Good boy." Gideon stroked his thigh. Cole nodded along and got an indulgent smile in response. Then Gideon leaned down and spit of his cock, which felt like a punch to the gut. His eyelashes fluttered at the languid touches of Gideon teasing him a bit, easing him into it before pumping him rhythmically again. Cole focused on his breathing; eyes locked onto Gideon's chest. His shirt had come off at some point, but he still wore the boxers.

Cole's thighs strained with the effort of keeping still. Little shuddery inhales that were not quite whines replaced his measured breaths despite his best efforts to stay under control. And his hips lifted off the bed - not twitching, just straining upward. Gideon allowed it.

This one small permission broke the dam. Cole curved his body toward Gideon, reaching for his shoulders and clinging to whatever his hands collided with, which happened to be a bicep and a forearm. His aim was a little off, but that was okay because Gideon let him cling. And just like last night, he enjoyed feeling Gideon's arms moving.

He liked touching him, feeling the muscles in his arms flex as he worked Cole over. He liked the idea that it was something he was not always allowed. Gideon holding his hands down and ordering him keep them still made it all the more satisfying and pleasurable when he could touch.

He almost wished that Gideon would gather his wrists up and pin them above his head so that he had nothing to anchor himself against the waves of pleasure crashing over him. Just relying totally on Gideon's hands on him to keep him grounded and make him feel good. But more than anything right now he did not want Gideon to stop again.

The pleasure began to peak, locking up his body and stealing his voice away so that he could only pant. He was at the tipping point, already feeling sensation spreading from his navel, but knowing that Gideon still had time to steal it away. He might cry if Gideon did. Maybe that was the man's goal.

"P-please," he managed to gasp out, too much oxygen in his lungs, fingers digging into Gideon's arms.

Gideon stretched over him, twisting his fist in a way that wrenched a cry from Cole, and then ordered with a low voice right beside his ear, "Come."

He did. He came so hard that most of it ended up landing across Gideon's belly above him instead of on his own. Cole squeezed his eyes shut because that, combined with the sight of the head of his cock poking out of Gideon's fist, all purpled and shiny, was simply too erotic to be faced head-on. This was the second time he essentially came on the man's command. He was going to end up trained to do so like one of Pavlov's dogs if they kept this up.

Another little shockwave passed through him as Gideon squeezed out the last bit of spend. Cole's fingers slid down Gideon's forearm to his hand, already becoming familiar with his penchant for overstimulation. As expected, Gideon stroked him again, which sent a little jolt of dizzying discomfort up Cole's spine. He gripped Gideon's wrist, trying to pull it away.