Page 30 of Mayfly

Sitting up, I hold him by the back of the neck. “I will if you want me to.”

He just stares at me.

Behind his dark eyes, I can see a war waging.

Or are they searching for something from me? Permission, perhaps?

“Is that what you want, Curren?”

His bottom lip trembles, and he clamps down on it with his teeth. A well of tears fills his lash lines, and I impulsively lick them. He closes each for me in turn as I lap upwards through his eyelashes, then without pulling it back into my mouth, I kiss him.

His hands slap against my cheeks as he licks himself off my tongue.

His hips rock, the cleft of his ass grinding against my cock as he ruts his own against my stomach.

“Do it,” he says, rising to his knees—his hands wandering over my shaved head. My neck. My back.

I grip it ass. “Hard or soft?”

“Fuck me through the floor.”

Curren bounces when I throw him onto his stomach. As I hover over him, I lick up his spine. It’s not smooth, but I never expected it to be. He tries not to react but lets out the sexiest little moan.

Reversing, I kiss back down his spine, and when I get to his ass, I grab his hips and pull up. His head mashes into the covers and he hides his face with his hands.

I reach around and push his dick between his legs, then lick a stripe up from the tip, to his balls, to his ass. He clenches under my tongue as I circle his rim. And I’m pretty sure it’s unconscious when he arches his back, pushing himself firmer against my face.

“Such an eager puppy.”

Curren's feet flex and he groans into the quilt because we both know he doesn't hate the name. So I tell him he's a, "Good boy," and suck one of his balls into my mouth.

His toes claw at the covers.

He swears.

He punches the mattress.

I tickle it with my tongue and let it pop from my lips.

Wrapping my fingers around them like I did before, I tug down. Slowly. Well beyond what should be bearable. I watch Curren’s thighs and glutes tense, and his tan hole pucker and release as he fights against the urge to cry out.

Soon enough, he’s fucking my fist and rocking back against my waiting tongue as it pokes, teases, and digs without a second thought for the strain on his sack.

I spit on it and watch the bubbly fluid drip down over my fingers to his balls. Then I lick it up and spit again.

Releasing his cock and balls to hang low and heavy, I pry his ass cheeks apart. Coating a finger in saliva, I work him open. And once I’m two knuckles deep, I start pumping.

Curren’s body shakes and I can just make out his teeth digging into the leather covering the back of his hand as he bites down into it.

I lick around the side of the first finger as I slowly sink a second inside him. Fully in, I twist my hand and kiss his lower back. Then I crook my fingers and work in and out, up and down, scooping at his insides while my twice-edged cock leaks continuously between my legs.

“How much do you want it to hurt?”

“So much… Please… Make me scream.”

“Puppies should be careful what they wish for.”

“No! You can do whatever you want.” Then, when I think he has nothing more to say, he says, “Can you piss on me?”

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