Midnight sun

19 | Dylan

As soon as I close the door behind us, we both start throwing jackets and scarves as we go through the house. He turns into my living room before I do, and I slow my pace, stalk him unhurriedly, my skin prickling as I go. Noah has gotten his boots off and is standing beside the sofa.

"What are you going to do to me?" He takes one step backwards, the backs of his legs hitting the arm of the sofa. My steps are measured as I approach him. I don't answer him, not yet. I want to see him shiver with anticipation. He's been teasing me long enough and now it's my turn.

I am close to touch now, and my breathing is ragged, my mind so full of my desire for him that one second I am opening his pants and the next they are off, underwear too and I don't even remember doing it. I couldn't see much of him that time in my trailer office but now I'm gonna take my time with him.

My clothes come off next, me ripping and tugging at them until they join Noah's on the floor. He's surprised to see me go around him and sit down on the sofa.

"Come here," I instruct him to stand between my spread knees so his groin is level with my face. His pretty cock is swollen and pink, the head redder than the rest and leaking with his need for me. His size is perfect, big and thick. "I want to taste you so much. Lick you all over. Will you let me?"

Noah snorts, "Suddenly so polite when you're not in your hard hat."

My hand reaches behind him to squeeze his ass. "Fuck." His body jerks with the squeeze and he shudders.

"Is that what turns you on? You want me to boss you around in bed?"

"Agh.. I don't know. No? Just..." He flushes and shifts closer, as my both palms cup his asscheeks.

"Just what?" I narrow my eyes on him. "Just wanna be fucked hard, am I right? No, you don't want it. You need it."

"Fuck." He pants. "Yeah, that. So much that."

"I can do that," I say in a low rasp, smoothing my thumbs over his hip bones ."But I'll always ask to make sure you're okay with something." I bite lightly at the spot where his hip bone is protruding from his skin. "Even though I don't know how the hell I am holding back now."

"I don't mind... Don't hold back. Whatever you want. Just... " he says utterly and completely wrecked as he trembles and pushes his hips forward, wanting me to touch him there. "I'll tell you if I don't like something. I promise, Dylan. Just please do something, now."

I chuckle deeply at his rushed words then I lick at his head and he sighs in relief or in more frustration. Yes, I can fuck him hard but I'm going to look and touch and lick first.

Having him here, in front of me in my home is everything. His body is a work of art and he smells like spring flowers, and I want to learn every inch of his body now that I have the chance. I kiss his belly, just under his belly button and work my way down, pinning his cock to his stomach, nuzzling my face there, inhaling the musky scent of him, until my nose is burrowed into his balls.

"Shit, Dylan."

I lick his sack next, tasting the soft skin there while my fingers sneak behind his balls and slide between his cheeks. Finally breaking away from kissing his body, I look up to search his dark, hungry gaze. "Turn around and spread yourself for me."

He seems surprised and a bit unsure about my request at first but turns around. His pink hole is right there, waiting for my tongue so I bury my face in his ass, licking at it. He tastes so sweet and mine, all this feeling and need going straight to my head and melting my brain. He's not mine, not really but I can pretend. One hand on each cheek, he holds himself open for me while I devour. Stiffening my tongue I push inside of him, fucking him with it. Noah moans, says my name, says something else I can't understand, mumbling words I can't make out.