Page 46 of Praise You

"Ronan, please," he begs.

"Please what?"

"Come do something. Anything."

Chuckling, I shake my head and make my way up his body. I lay on top of him, my naked body flush with his. Nipping at his collarbone, I love when his body jerks off the bed. Oliver lifts his hips, trying to grind into me while I keep nipping at his skin, trying to taste every inch I can. His hands dig into my back and I lift up, putting some space between us.

"Get the lube, Freckles," I murmur, my vision trailing down his sculpted chest. Fuck, his body is intoxicating. I’m already getting addicted to him.

Oliver does as I say, reaching over and grabbing the bottle of lube off his nightstand. Snatching it from his hand, I flip open the cap and drizzle some onto his shaft and then mine. Lining my cock up with his, I glide our dicks together, the lube making it easy to move. I hold both of us with one hand, stroking us together.

"Dammit, Oliver, you feel fucking amazing," I grit while jerking us both. Oliver’s face is right within reach, so I lean forward and brush a kiss on his cheek.

"No, you do," Oliver pants, his fingers digging into my shoulder for leverage.

I hold us tightly, working us hard and fast. The wet sound of the lube and our panting are the only sounds echoing throughout the room. Moving my arm under his back, I flip us so he's straddling me.

"Take over, jerk both of us. Make me come." Oliver arches his back and bats my hand away, taking over. His confidence shines through and I love seeing him be himself. There's no shyness as I lie back and let him take what he needs. "Tighter. Hell yes, just like that. You’re doing so damn good. You touch me so fucking good and know exactly how to work me." I tell him, and that gorgeous blush appears on his face. I try to savor this, to lie back and take my time, but I can't stop myself. My balls draw up tight, my dick unleashing cum all over us. Oliver’s eyes widen as he licks his lips, staring at my dick. He finds his release right behind me, then face-plants into my chest. Hugging him tight, I give him a few minutes before nudging him to my side. "Let me clean us up."

I go into his bathroom and grab a wash rag and drench it with water. I clean myself up, then head back to Oliver and clean him off. Tossing the rag into his laundry hamper, I climb into the bed, throwing the blankets over both of us. Oliver rests his head on my chest, his finger drawing circles on my nipples.

"Do you prefer having control?" he asks, his fingers slowly finding their way across my whole chest.

"I do. Is that okay with you?"

"Obviously. I love being able to give up control and knowing you'll guide me. While also knowing if I didn't like something you would stop."

"Always." I kiss his forehead then ask, "Do you realize you have a praise kink?"

"What?" He sits up quickly, looking at me wide-eyed. "I do?"

"Yeah, you do. And I fucking love it. You're always so fucking perfect for me and the way you react to my praise is the cherry on top." His pupils dilate and I chuckle, loving his visceral reaction to my words. I grab his nape, pulling his lips to mine. Growling, I attack his mouth, sliding my tongue inside, moaning loudly. When we pull away, I look him in the eyes. “So fucking good for me.” Oliver closes his eyes, and a whimper escapes his mouth. "See... praise kink."

"I knew I liked it when you told me how good I was doing, but I didn't know there was a term for it." He seems baffled and turned on, and I can't help but laugh again.

"Does that bother you?" I ask, hoping that drawing attention to it doesn't upset him.

"No way. I fucking love when you tell me how good I am for you."

He lies back down and I ask the question I’ve been too chicken to ask him.

"Does our age difference bother you?" I ask, avoiding eye contact, my finger rubbing a circle on his shoulder. It’s something that’s been in the back of my mind. Not only do we have the professor and student thing against us, but also our age.

"No," he states matter-of-factly. "Does it bother you?"

"No." And it really doesn't, but it's different for me who's younger versus Oliver who's the older one.

"You're perfect for me, Ronan. Let's just enjoy each other and get to know one another better."

"Always so smart. Okay, let's do that."

Oliver snuggles in close and I pull him tighter against my body. For the first time in a long time, I'm excited to see where this goes.

Chapter Seventeen

Oliver

It's been two months since Ronan and I decided to pursue our version of dating. It sucks not being able to be seen in public, or be able to do anything, really. Of course, we spend almost every night together at my apartment, but it’s not enough for me. I want to be seen with him, to hold his hand in public.

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