Page 11 of Curious

Jeremy thrust his tongue deep once, twice, then lifted his mouth and grabbed for the lube he kept in the shower for special occasions. He tipped it over and watched the thick liquid run between Owen’s cheeks.

Owen was swearing, his body practically vibrating with desire. “Why did you stop?”

“Just trying to give you what you want, Owen.” He moved, his erection pressed against Owen’s hip as his fingers caressed him. “You said you needed it deeper.”

Gripping Owen’s cock with his free hand, Jeremy pushed one long finger inside his ass.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned when Owen let out a ragged breath. He pushed in, massaging him in a way he knew would drive him crazy. “Talk to me now, Owen. Tell me you like your birthday present. That you’re enjoying your little walk on the wild side.”

Owen was shaking against him as Jeremy stroked his cock in time to the slow thrusts of his finger. “Jeremy I—yes.”

“That’s all you’re going to give me?” Jeremy made a tsking sound. “Monosyllabic man-speak doesn’t work for me. Should I stop and try something else?”

Owen’s voice was a study in frustration. “I fucking love it, okay? Don’t stop.”

“You love what?”

“Everything. It all feels good. What you’re doing now. Your tongue. Jesus, I didn’t know I would want something like that, Jeremy. That it would blow my damn mind. Is that what you want to hear?”

Jeremy bit him hard on the shoulder. “I did shave for you. A little positive feedback isn’t too much to ask.”

“Fuck you,” Owen moaned. “Or me. Jesus, fuck me, Jeremy. I can take whatever you can dish out.”

Jeremy’s body jerked at that and he swore. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. But let me give you a hint.” He pulled out, then added a second finger to the first, gritting his teeth at the slow insertion and the snug fit.

Owen let out a shout and slammed his hand down on the bench. “Too much. That’s too much. I can’t—”

“That’s what you’re asking for, Owen. That and more. You think it’s too much now?” Jeremy rubbed his prostate with the tips of his fingers, unable to stop himself from soothing the pressure, unable to deny his pleasure when Owen cried his name again. “You wouldn’t be able to take me with an ass this tight.”

“Holy shit, how are you doing that? Mother fucker!”

“You like that?”

“Yes, damn you. Do it again. I can’t wait anymore. Make me come.”

Jeremy felt Owen’s hand cover his where it gripped his cock and take over, increasing the rhythm and force of the strokes. “Like that,” he groaned. “Jesus, it’s so good …”

Owen was destroying Jeremy’s control with his passionate response. He pushed back against his fingers, begging, “Faster. I need it. Work those magic fucking fingers in my ass and make me come.”

“Greedy bastard.” Jeremy sank his fingers deeper, desperately wishing his cock was the reason the man was going wild in his arms. Wishing Owen was ready to take him.

Not yet.

Jeremy’s cock rocked against Owen’s side as he worked him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. He watched his fingers disappearing inside him, heard Owen moaning with every thrust. A dark thread of satisfaction wrap around him, knowing he was the only man who’d brought Owen this much pleasure. The only man to see him like this, bent over and willing. Hungry.

“That’s right,” he muttered, his fingers thrusting harder. “Ride my hand. God, that’s hot. This ass is begging to be fucked. Are you going to come, Owen?”

“Yes! Yes…Fuck. God damn it, that’s—” Owen shouted his name when he came in his hand. Jeremy could feel the muscle contractions crushing his fingers with the force of the orgasm and how hard Owen was shaking. He forced himself to slow down, and then to stop, even though it was the last thing he wanted.

He pulled away and rinsed himself off before taking Owen’s wilting body into his arms, his own arousal tamped down in his desire to care for him.

I’ve got you, baby. You came hard and so perfectly for me. I’ve got you.

Jeremy held the endearments in with his tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth and guided Owen out of the shower, reaching for a towel to dry him off as they walked into the bedroom.

He was too shaken for words. His reaction was too emotional, feelings bubbling up to the surface that were difficult to contain.

What were they doing?

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