Page 42 of Perfect Matcha
After catching his breath, Camden was finally with it enough to notice the miniscule shifts of Theo in his lap. Theo’s cheeks were flushed and rosy, his lips red and parted.
“You okay?” Camden whispered.
Theo rotated his hips slightly and jolted. “Yes. Just, you have a nice dick. Feels good against my … Well, you know why it feels good.”
Camden smiled and slid his fingertips up Theo’s ribs. There were so many places he hadn’t gotten to touch yet. Theo’s dick was half-hard. He ran his thumb along the slit, and Theo shivered.
“Gonna have to move soon. The condom.”
Theo nodded. “I know. Tell me when.” Another circle of his hips, and his eyes rolled back.
Sometimes Camden was amazed by the human body, how every person was so different. He couldn’t handle having anything inside him for very long after he’d come. Too sensitive. But Theo was eating it up, still drowning in pleasure despite the fact that his cock was obviously spent.
Camden tipped Theo onto his side and pulled out once his own cock started to soften. With a quick and practiced snap, Camden had the condom off and tied so it wouldn’t leak. Then he pressed his fingers into Theo’s hole and zeroed in on his prostate. He was so warm. Theo’s eyes flew open, and he flung a leg over Camden’s hip.
“Okay?” Camden asked.
“No one’s ever …” Theo shook his head and snuggled closer. “It’s nice.”
“No one’s ever done this for you after sex?”
“No.”
“Not even—”
“Shh.” Theo smiled. “Stop talking before you ruin it.”
That was fair. Bringing Freddie into a conversation that didn’t need to involve him would have definitely ruined it.
Camden rocked his hand gently until Theo stopped twitching with each movement. At last, Theo let out a long, shaky sigh, and Camden pressed his face against the top of Theo’s head.
“We should clean up,” Camden said into the mop of curls. Theo made a grumbly noise in return. “Don’t move. Rest. My friend and I wore you out, just like I promised. I’ll get a washrag.”
Theo laughed and promptly fell asleep.
