Dreams || Lashton

eight

Luke's eyes were rolling back, his body arching with each touch. Wet lips dragged themselves all along his lower body, sucking hickeys everywhere. He was so choked up by all the pleasure he was feeling, he just couldn't stop moaning and whining out. His knuckles were white as he held the sheets under him tightly. 

The same man from all his dreams always caused him to feel this way. He always ended up here when he went to sleep. Being fucked and pleasured by the god-like man. Nameless, he would lay upon his luxurious bed, only in a bathrobe, his eyes reading every dirty thought Luke managed to conjure up while looking at the man. 

That smirk, how many times had it seen now, Luke lost count after the first few times. It's affect still remained, causing the blond to shiver, as the man would rise and approach him. All Luke wanted to know was his name, yet he had no name to moan, no name to connect the handsome face to. 

"Luke," He would say, "I missed you, it's so lonely without you here," he would then frown, beckoning Luke closer. Luke walked over without saying anything, he already knew what to do at this point. Laying upon the soft bed, doing so way too eagerly. Even with the past time leaving his body aching at work, that didn't mean he still didn't crave the man's touch. It became all he could think about, and though such an intrigue should raise red flags in his brain, he gave into it way too easily. 

How did they always end up like this? Couldn't they talk, get to know each other. It was just a dream, yet Luke still desired a deeper connection. For with all of the times he woke up, silk pillows next to him, covered in the hickeys created by the man, he knew this was much more than just a dream. A deeper connection was what he wanted, more than just this sex. 

Yet there he was, pinned against the bed by the sex-god within his dreams. His hot hands, his burning touch. Luke couldn't be immune to it. It was impossible, but he didn't even fight at that point, nor did he ever when he truly thought about it. Too good, he would think. This man was simply too good for him, he was unworthy of a conversation with the mysterious sexy man. Each time he tried to, his body would be too tired from the sex, he lacked the control to stay awake at that point. 

"Don't daze off into those thoughts princess, I hate when you ignore me," He whispered in Luke's ear, nibbling on it slightly before allowing his lips to go back there. Back to where he would hold Luke's thighs down and lick the boy's hard cock up and down. He would keep doing it, bringing Luke so close that point of absolute euphoria, only about to pull away with a sly smirk. He would allow his tongue to run around the tip, along the slit where Luke's pre-cum would gather. And he would be forced to bite his lip to prevent whines from leaving his lips, for the last time he went one slip, the man teased him the whole time about it.

"T-Tell me your n-name-," Luke stuttered, trying to speak but his mind was so clouded that he didn't know if he could even say full illiterate sentences. "Please."

"Princess, don't ruin the moment with needless statements." The man said, his thumb gently rubbing over one of Luke's thighs. But Luke looked at him longingly, desiring the answers to the questions he always asked the man.

The man nodded, pulling Luke closer to him and pressing his forehead against Luke's. Brushing his lips gently against the boy's who let a shaky breath. "Please, you never a-answer any of my questions."

"If you can stay silent this whole time while I pleasure you, I will answer each question you have," He whispered, beginning to leave kisses along Luke's neck, nipping at certain spots of skin before licking it, and beginning to suck on it. And Luke knew that even when he woke up from this dream, those hickeys would be on his skin. And those bruises on his hips, the soreness he would feel all throughout his body. But he didn't want to wake up, he wanted to stay with this man, he wanted to lay in his warm arms and forget the world.