"Sit"
I instructed with a cold tone of voice, my eyes locked on his, my tone leaving no room for argument. He followed immediately, with a small thud sound of him sitting on the toilet lid. His shirt still tucked in his mouth, him biting onto it tightly. I continue tracing along his body once again, a gentle touch on his skin, sliding around his pecs and body muscles. Once a touch lands on him, he squirms and bite onto the shirt even tighter. I just continued admiring him, without even looking at his body, just his helpless eyes begging for more. I smile at him, my mouth relaxing into a warm, languid curve that seemed to melt the tension between us. before leaning in close to land a kiss on his forehead, then slowly backing up again, taking a good look before pointing at his pyjamas pants, commanding him to take them off.
He nods and follows, just like how he always does. His cock fully erect. I almost giggled inside, how adorable he is. I slowly wrap my fingers around it, he flinched, not out of fear, instead it was thirst. I glance at him, he was biting his shirt so tightly it could almost rip apart.
"please.."
he murmurs, pleading for more. A small tear form from his eyes, dripping down all the way to his neck, digging down his collarbone.
"patience darling," I whisper as i caress his damp face.
I watch him close his eyes tightly as he waits patiently. Continuing to wrap my hands around his cock, slowly stroking it up and down. He whimpers softly each stroke, the bathroom felt blazing hot, is it the room or is it him?
Slowly, he leaned closer and closer each second, clinging onto me. His body sagging against mine as if he couldn't stand on his own. He wrapped his arms around my waist. It wasn't rough or harsh, his arms had no energy left to grasp onto me. I lift his head up, his eyes pratically watering, he needed it, i could tell. With slight hesitation, I decided to give into his touch and crouch down to fully face him. A smile began to unfurl on my face as i spoke.
"Let's head to the bedroom hm?"
I whispered to him soothingly, my voice low and inviting, caressing his face as i speak. He nods in response. I take his hand in mine and led him to the bedroom. While we were walking there, i turned my head back to check on him, only to see his head facing down out of embarrassment. I giggled to myself, he's adorable. I gave him a soft squeeze on the hand and continued walking to the bedroom.
As we walked, the dim lighting of the hallway seemed to grow more intimate. I pushed open the bedroom door and stepped inside, pulling him in. The room was quiet and still, the only sound was the soft creak of the bed as I sat down on the side. With no hesitation I pinned him down on the bed, licking my lips. I stared at him, my eyes burning with a quiet intensity that could send shivers down his spine. My own heart was racing, my pulse pounding in my veins as I reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind his ear, suspended in a moment of anticipation, the promise of what was to come hanging in the air like a whispered secret.
Author's note : I've been contemplating if I should use a more poetic approach for this story or a more forward one. What do you guys think? I've always been used to using a more forward approach but poetic just felt more "passionate" to me. Also I'm in a little bit of a writer's block so sorry for the late updates !! ><
-Puffknots
