Page 121 of The Waiting Game

“Like last night?” Jonah asked a little hesitantly.

“Yeah. To start.” Felix handed over the lube. “Show me what you like.”

“Uhh, okay.”

For a few minutes, Felix just watched. He tuned out the porn on the tablet because that didn’t do a whole lot for him. Not when he had a live show in his arms that was so much more interesting.

“Is this okay?” Jonah asked a while later, when his breathing had picked up, a shiny droplet gathering at the head of his cock.

“Yeah, keep going,” Felix urged. “I really want to see what you like. Show me what makes you feel good.”

Felix pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the side of Jonah’s neck again and Jonah released a broken moan, speeding up. “Oh fuck.”

“Yeah, show me. Come on.”

Jonah threw his head back against Felix’s shoulder, cock gripped tightly in his fist. Felix watched intently as Jonah twisted his wrist at the top of his stroke, learning his rhythm until he was confident he could recreate it.

Felix slid his left hand around Jonah’s belly, pressing his palm to his warm skin and enjoying the tickle of his soft hair.

Hand shaking a little—because as hot as this was, Felix was a little nervous actually—he reached out and grasped Jonah’s hand, guiding his movement. His first stroke was tentative but Jonah’s soft moan urged him on.

After a few strokes, Jonah let his hand fall away, resting on his thigh, but there was enough lube for Felix to glide his hand up Jonah’s shaft and then down again.

It took him a moment to settle into it. It felt so different to do this to someone else, and then Jonah sighed, sinking back against Felix’s body, relaxing, allowing Felix to take over.

To gain control.

More confident now, Felix let Jonah’s dick slide through his fist, twisting the way Jonah liked and he was rewarded with a louder noise, more desperate this time.

He gripped Jonah a little tighter, adjusting his angle and the sounds Jonah made as he sped up, drove him mad. Those little pants and bitten-off gasps and the way he surged up into Felix’s grip were so hot.

Felix had only been dimly aware that he too was hard but when Jonah’s ass pressed back against Felix’s aching cock, he let out a soft gasp in Jonah’s ear.

That only seemed to spur Jonah on and Felix sped up, redoubling his efforts. Jonah’s hips rose and fell as he fucked into Felix’s fist.

“Fuck, Jo, that’s so hot,” Felix rasped. “God. Are you close?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Jonah sounded breathless and Felix kissed his neck again. He liked the way Jonah smelled and the way his skin tasted and he trailed his lips up to his ear.

When he touched the tip of his tongue to the shell of Jonah’s ear, Jonah shuddered and made this breathy sound that went straight to Felix’s cock. “Oh my God. Felix.”

He sounded almost bewildered, overwhelmed, and Felix laughed softly because God this was fun. He liked making Jonah squirm helplessly. Liked that his strokes were getting slicker from the precum leaking from the tip of Jonah’s cock.

He liked all of this so much and he was eager to discover what else Jonah was into. “I can’t wait to see what you taste like,” he murmured in Jonah’s ear.

The response was instantaneous.

Jonah stiffened, his whole body going tight before his cock jerked in Felix’s hand and he shot up onto his chest.

For a minute, Felix stroked him through the shuddering little jerks of his orgasm, then toyed with the slippery head of Jonah’s dick, tracing his thumb across the sensitive opening. On him, it was always just on the verge of being too much, too intense, and he thought it might be something similar for Jonah from the little noises he released.

“God, Felix.” He let out a whimpering noise, bucking up into Felix’s touch. “I …”

“Shh, I got you.” Felix lightened his grip, easing Jonah down from the peak until he was slumped against Felix’s chest, panting lightly.

Felix let go, giving Jonah’s cock an affectionate little pat before he lifted his hand away. “Thank you for letting me try that.”

“Uh, pretty sure I should be thanking you,” Jonah muttered.

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