Page 21 of Crybaby
“You have no culture.”
Jason snorted, tilting his head up. Whatever he was about to say dissolved in his throat as he caught Sasha looking at him, plump lipsright there.
The kiss was easy, soft. Salty. The angle was a little awkward, but they were both too caught up in it to move.
By the time they parted, Jason had a crick in his neck and a thrumming going through his veins.
“You wanna do something?” Jason asked quietly.
“Yes. Want to cry. Make me cry.”
Heat hit him like a punch to the chest. “Fuck. You really are going to kill me.”
“Good death.”
They relocated to the bedroom, getting distracted from doing anything other than making out and rubbing off on each other the moment they were both naked. It was an unforeseen gift to have Sasha’s big body under him, squirming and moaning softly, asking for more with the hands that pulled at Jason.
“You want me to finger you?” Jason murmured an inch from his lips.
Sasha tensed and then relaxed into a puddle. “Yes. That, let’s do that.”
Jason grinned down at him. He moved to get the lube from his bedside drawer, leaving the condoms there—that was a jump too far, probably.
Jason placed a pillow at the small of Sasha’s back and took some time rubbing the lube against Sasha’s twitching hole, placing wet kisses to the base of his cock, sucking his balls, holding them in the warmth of his mouth until Sasha was cursing at him, fully hard.
Only then did Jason slide his middle finger in, palm up, crooked ever so slightly. The first slide was always easy, what with it being only one digit, but the tight grip of it made Jason burn with want.
“You ever done this to yourself?” Jason asked softly, eyes fixed on this finger pushing in and out of Sasha.
“Yes,” Sasha groaned out.
“Yeah? How many fingers did you get up to?”
“Four, once, but too hard. Hurt wrist.”
“Four. Was it good? Did you like it?”
“Yes. Yeah.”
“But it wasn’t enough, was it?” Jason dribbled a little more lube and then pressed two fingers in.
“No,” Sasha choked out, legs shifting restlessly on either side of Jason.
Jason dragged his tongue across the vulnerable, almost hairless skin of his inner thigh before biting there, latching on and sucking a bruise on the pale canvas.
Sasha jolted and moaned, the sounds elongating and turning garbled as Jason found his prostate, rubbing at it firmly.
“You ever use a toy? Or just your fingers?”
It took a little while for Sasha to respond, twitching under his hands. “Have toy.”
“Yeah? How’d you fuck yourself with it? How do you like it? Do you like it like this, or do you get on your hands and knees, pretend it’s someone fucking into you?”
“I…both.”
Jason hummed thoughtfully, looking up at Sasha’s body. His chest was a blotchy red, colour high on his face, head tilted back on the mound of pillows. Jason added a little more lube to his fingers, pressing three in before he tossed the tube at Sasha.
“Put some of this on your hand and jerk yourself off.Slowly.”
