Page 30 of Playing with Fire

"You're getting hard for me," I said, unable to keep the wonder from my voice as his cock swelled further in my hand. I was painfully aware of my own neglected erection, aching for touch, but the promise of eventual release kept me focused on Xavier's pleasure rather than my own.

"I told you," he replied, "just because I don't experience attraction like you doesn't mean my body doesn't respond." He shifted his hips, pushing into my touch. "Touch me lower."

His legs fell open wider, an invitation that made my cock throb painfully against my borrowed sweats. I stroked behind his balls, over his perineum, watching in fascination as his cock jerked in response, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. My mouth watered at the sight, and I had to swallow hard to keep from begging to taste him.

"Do you like that?" I asked, encouraged by his reactions. My own need was a constant presence, an ache that sharpened every sensation, made every touch feel amplified.

Xavier's eyes darkened. "I do. And I'm going to like it even more when you're inside me." He pulled me into a bruising kiss, all teeth and dominance, biting my lower lip hard enough to make me whimper. The sharp pain sent electricity racing through my body, straight to my cock. "Keep touching me," he ordered against my mouth. "Lower."

My finger traced down until they reached his hole. I circled it gently and he let out an encouraging moan against my lips. My cock jerked in my sweats, another surge of pre-cum soaking through the fabric. I shifted, trying to press against the mattress for just a hint of friction.

"God, Xavier," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I need—I want—"

"Did I say you could do that?" Xavier asked sharply, noticing my subtle movement.

I stilled immediately, a whimper escaping me. "No, but I'm dying here. Please, just a little friction."

"Tell me what you want," he commanded, his fingers tangling in my hair and pulling just hard enough to make my scalp tingle. "Be specific."

"I want to be inside you," I gasped, beyond shame at this point. "Want to feel you around me. Want to make you feel good. Please, I'm so fucking hard it hurts."

"What does it feel like?" he asked, ignoring my pleas but watching my face intently. "Touching me there?"

"Like..." I struggled to find words through the fog of desperate arousal clouding my brain. "Like you're trusting me with something nobody else gets to see. Something precious." My hips rocked involuntarily, seeking friction that wasn't there. "Please, Xavier. Can I touch myself? Just a little?"

His expression softened for just a heartbeat before his usual control snapped back into place. "Not yet. You're doing so well, Leo." He reached for the lube in the nightstand, squirting a generous amount onto my fingers. "Now make me feel good, and I promise I'll make you feel good too."

The cool gel warmed quickly between my fingers as I returned to his entrance. Everything I knew about this was from porn and hastily read articles, but the theory was nothing like the reality of actually touching someone this way—of touching Xavier this way. I circled his rim slowly, fascinated by how the tight muscle twitched beneath my touch. The intimacy of it was overwhelming.

"You can massage it more," Xavier instructed, his voice slightly breathier than before. "Don't rush to push inside. Take your time."

I followed his guidance, working the lube around his entrance with gentle pressure, marveling at how responsive he was to my touch. It felt incredible to explore him like this, to discover what made his breath catch or his cock twitch. I continued massaging him, alternating between soft circular motions and firmer pressure, watching his face for reactions.

"Fuck, that feels good," Xavier murmured, his hips shifting slightly to press against my fingers. His eyes were darker than I'd ever seen them, pupils blown wide with arousal. "You're a natural at this."

Pride bloomed in my chest at his praise, even as my own neglected cock throbbed painfully. Sweat beaded on my forehead, my breathing ragged with the effort of restraining myself. Every cell in my body screamed for release, but Xavier's command held me in place more effectively than any physical restraint.

"I love touching you like this," I admitted, my voice rough with need. "Could do it for hours."

A small smile played at the corners of his mouth. "We'll have to test that theory another time." His eyes locked with mine, burning with intensity. "Now push inside. Slowly."

I pressed forward gently, watching in awe as my finger disappeared into his body. The tight heat gripping me was unlike anything I'd ever felt, silky and strong. I whimpered at the thought of that heat surrounding my cock, my hips jerking again in desperate need.

"Oh my god," I breathed, unable to tear my eyes away from where we were connected.

"Keep going," Xavier encouraged, his voice rougher now. "Feel how tight I am? That's what your cock's gonna feel when you're inside me."

As if to emphasize his point, he deliberately clenched around my finger, the sudden tightening of his muscles making me gasp. Then he relaxed, only to clench again, the alternating pressure sending my imagination into overdrive.

"Holy shit," I breathed, mesmerized by the control he had over his body.

A smirk played at the corner of his mouth. "One of many talents you'll discover." He clenched again, tighter this time. "Imagine how that's going to feel around your cock."

The crude words from his usually precise mouth sent heat flooding through me. I pushed deeper, mesmerized by the way his body accepted my intrusion. My own neglected cock throbbed in time with my racing heart, every brush of the fabric against the sensitive head sending shocks of pleasure-pain through my system.

"Curl your finger," he instructed. "Toward my stomach. Find my prostate."

I followed his directions, searching carefully until I felt a slightly firmer spot. When I pressed against it, Xavier's hips jerked, his cock twitching hard against his stomach.

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