“No!”
“What do you want?” Ace murmured.
Ivo couldn’t even look up. Barely audible, he whispered, “Touch me.”
“May I look?”
Ivo froze. It was unthinkable that anyone would be interested in his body. It was no longer perfect. The wounds had healed wrong; most days, his scar tissues twinged or hurt outright. In comparison, most other people hadn’t been through the crap he had. Most people didn’t have constant nightmares, either. He couldn’t understand why Ace would bother with him. “Why?”
“Because I’m interested in getting to know you,” Ace murmured.
“Because I’m convenient?”
“No.I think you’re brave.” Ace raked his gaze over Ivo’s face. Then he glanced down, as though he was trying to see through the blanket. “You made pretty sounds for me. I would like to seehow red and hard you get, see your thighs clench and your cock squirt.”
Ivo blushed, his face going blotchy pink. No one had talked about his body so obscenely before, either. It made him so self-conscious... and so hot. “Y-you won’t think I’m ugly?”
“I promise I won’t.”
“O-okay.”
Ace smiled softly. He cupped the back of Ivo’s neck and pulled him forward, pressing his soft lips against Ivo’s forehead.
Ivo startled.Why did he kiss me?
With his other hand, Ace lifted the edge of the blanket, a little at a time. He watched Ivo carefully as he did, pulling the blanket higher and higher until the bulk of it rested on top of Ivo’s knees. Ivo couldn’t see himself, but Ace had full view of Ivo’s bare legs now, and all his sensitive parts.
Ivo shivered and flushed, squeezing his eye shut.
Except Ace groaned, a low, rumbling sound that made Ivo’s skin light up.
“You’re so hard for me,” Ace whispered. His calloused fingertips skimmed along Ivo’s leg. Then he wrapped his hand around Ivo’s bare cock, and Ivo had to shove his hands over his mouth to stifle his shout.
“What does it feel like?” Ace murmured, stroking him from base to tip.
Pleasure jolted through Ivo. He couldn’t think.He’s touching me there!
“Ivo?” Ace sounded like he was smiling. “Sweetheart, answer my question. Does it feel good?”
Ivo opened his mouth and tried to answer. What came out was a soft moan, and again when Ace caught his tip and squeezed.
“You like this, huh?” Ace rubbed his thumb around Ivo’s tip, over and over until a steady stream of precum leaked out of him. Ivo shook so hard, he thought he might come any second.
“F-feels s-so good,” he gasped.
“Good.” Ace tightened his grip, his strokes turning firm and demanding. He began caressing Ivo’s thighs with his other hand. Ivo tingled everywhere, more so when Ace’s fingertips brushed his sac.
Ace slipped his fingers behind Ivo’s balls, going all the way to Ivo’s hole. All he did was rub it once, firmly, as though he was going to push in.
Ivo came hard, pleasure exploding through his body as his cum shot all over Ace’s forearm.
“That’s it,” Ace growled. “So fucking hot, Ivo. So good for me.”
“Y-you d-didn’t—” Ivo gasped, grinding down onto Ace’s finger. He felt so empty inside. “You didn’t—”
“Didn’t what?” Ace leaned in, catching Ivo’s earlobe between his teeth. “I didn’t touch inside you?”
Ivo whimpered. He was nodding before he could even think, spreading his legs wider.