Closer

151. (nsfw)

Everything was moving slow, with Eddy's gentle hands exploring Brett's body where they were sitting on the couch. They traveled under the fabric of his borrowed shirt, his index finger running over his nipple. A soft moan escaped Brett's lips.

"My hands haven't been near your dick yet and you've already pitched a tent," Eddy purred teasingly in his ear, causing a blush to form over his cheeks and down the back of his neck. Brett tried to hold back a whimper as Eddy squeezed his nipple between his index finger and his thumb.

"Don't think I haven't noticed you're hard too," Brett breathed, tilting his head to the side to let Eddy kiss his neck feathery light. "And I haven't even touched you yet."

"Seeing your face when you're enjoying yourself is more arousing than any porn, what did you expect?" Eddy chuckled, sliding his hand down Brett's stomach and over the elastic of his sweatpants. A fingertip traced the outline of Brett's dick through the soft fabric and his jaw dropped lose.

"You're such a tease," Brett gasped, pushing his hips up against Eddy's hand before his mind had even consciously processed the movement. "Come on, Eddy, please."

"Shh, love, soon," Eddy chuckled, kissing just below Brett's ear. A finger was running up his length over the sweatpants as he spoke, and he could feel Brett tense up in his arms as he did. "It's hot, getting the reactions from you. I love making you feel good."

Brett's cheeks were burning. He had always seen himself as the one leading, as the dominant one if you will, but to have Eddy tease him like this, to be at Eddy's mercy... It was nice in its own way. Very nice, actually. They'd done it like this before, but not with the tease drawn out the way it was now. Brett found he really liked it.

"It's very nice when y..." Brett began, but his voice trailed off into a moan as Eddy took a hold of his dick through his sweatpants. "... when you please me."

"Yeah? You like when I touch you and make you feel good?" Eddy asked with a teasing edge to his voice as he dragged his long fingers along Brett's dick through the sweatpants. Brett pushed his hips up towards Eddy's hand, groaning in frustration when that didn't help him feel better.

"Y... Yeah," Brett moaned shakily, giving in to Eddy's mercy despite his hands being free. He trusted Eddy to make him feel amazing. "Please, Eddy, make me feel good. Please let me cum."

He felt Eddy's smile against his neck and he looked down at where Eddy was still touching him. A wet spot had formed where the tip of his dick was pressing against the fabric of his boxers and his sweatpants. Eddy snuck his hand underneath the elastics of both, finally wrapping his large hand around Brett's dick.

"Oh my god, that's... Yeah..!" Brett gasped, not able to hold his hips back from thrusting against his hand again. "Fuck, Eddy, please please..."

Eddy's hand moved slowly, the other finding its way to Brett's nipple again, massaging it with circular movements. Brett's breathing hitched, sounding almost like a sob.

"You okay?" Eddy asked softly, kissing his neck gently. His hands did not stop moving, though, which Brett was much grateful for right there and then. He nodded eagerly, unable to form words as the good feeling built. If Eddy would just press slightly harder or move just slightly faster...

"Mmmh, you're so hot like this," Eddy half moaned in his ear, and instead of speeding up like Brett wanted him to, he slowed down. He could feel Eddy's dick poke against his lower back, and a thought that maybe he could persuade Eddy to please just move faster and let him cum formed in the back of his mind.

"Oh my god, Eddy, please... Please let me cum..." he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as he let out a moan. His cheeks were burning from the vulnerable position he had put himself in. "I'll... I'll do anything... I'll finger you if you want...? A blowjob? Handjob? Anything, just please..."

"Anything, huh?" Eddy asked, going back to the pace he had set earlier. "You promise?"

"Anything, anything!" Brett whimpered, leaning his head back against Eddy's shoulder. "P... Plea..."

He didn't even have time to finish his plea before Eddy sped up his hand and pushed him over the edge. His boxers and sweatpants would be soiled, but the wave of pleasure Eddy had caused to roll through his body made him not care one bit about that.

"H... Holy shit," Brett gasped, a full octave higher than his usual voice while the orgasm still was settling. "Thank you."