Page 22 of Crybaby
Sasha scrambled to do as asked, squeezing at the lube so enthusiastically that it got all over him. He paid it no mind, getting a hand on himself at once and pulling at his cock frantically.
“Hey, slow down. And not so tight. Loose and slow, come on.”
Sasha groaned but calmed the pace, jerking himself off slowly.
“There you go.” Jason fucked his three fingers a little more roughly into Sasha, making him squeeze around him and babble a little in Russian.
Jason rested his head on Sasha’s thigh, looking up at him, at the holy image he made, sweating and writhing, eyes dazed, lips bruised from biting them raw. It was only when Sasha’s blush became darker, breath more haggard, that Jason said, “Stop. Let go of your cock.”
Sasha whined but removed his hand, letting it flop on the bed. “Why?”
“You didn’t think I was gonna let you come already, did you?”
Sasha didn’t say anything, just shut his eyes tight.
Jason almost stopped moving his fingers, resting them against Sasha’s prostate and just rubbing there. Sasha gurgled some sort of curse, thighs tensing.
“Bet you could come like this, if I did it for long enough.”
Sasha shook his head, breath hitching.
“You’re close, aren’t you?”
“Please.”
“Not yet.”
Sasha was so good. Every time Jason told him to jerk himself off, he’d do it exactly as instructed, loose and slow and almost frictionless with lube. Every time Jason said stop, he stopped, no matter how close he was to the edge.
And when he started crying out of frustration? Eyes glaring and bright, desperate…it was the most beautiful thing Jason had ever seen. He’d never wanted anybody more. He couldn’t imagine feeling like this for anybody else.
Sasha had progressed from pleading in English to incoherent Russian mutterings. His body had gone lax, malleable. Jason could stay there for the rest of his life.
But, well, he did havesomemercy.
“You wanna come?” he crooned.
Sasha nodded wordlessly.
“Okay, baby. You’ve been so good. Look at you, God.Fucking perfect.Crying just for me.”
Every fucking insecurity around the subject seemed to have burnt away under the sheer heat of Sasha giving himself up like this. How could he find it shameful when Sasha gifted it so freely? Drowned in it so readily? Maybe the self-recrimination would come later, but not now, not when any criticism would involve Sasha too.
“Okay. Jerk yourself off, baby, as fast and tight as you want.”
Sasha made a sort of sobbing noise as he wrapped his hand around himself and started jerking himself off quickly. Jason matched his pace, fucking into him roughly, the pads of his fingers hitting that one spot inside Sasha that made him shake.
He watched in awe as Sasha tensed, back bowing, the tendons of his neck standing in relief as finally, finally, he came with a hoarse groan. Jason kept fucking him, the orgasm seeming to go on forever, come spilling all over Sasha’s chest, dribbling on his fingers.
When Sasha collapsed in a heap on the bed, Jason was kind enough not to keep teasing, sliding his fingers out slowly, wiping them quickly off with a shirt that had remained on the bed before crawling up Sasha’s chest.
“Baby. Fuck, baby.” He kissed Sasha’s lips, his wet cheeks, as Sasha’s breath kept hitching, arms coming around weekly to hold Jason closer. “You are so perfect. You are so fucking perfect.”
“I know,” Sasha mumbled, making Jason laugh.
Jason rubbed his nose against Sasha’s sweaty temple, kissing him there.
“You still hard.”
