Page 26 of Crybaby
“That’s good. You can even just lay there, baby, I’m just gonna put a pillow under your hips. That feel okay?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Jason started by plastering himself on top of Sasha, kissing the side of his neck where he was a little ticklish, making him laugh and squirm a little. He didn’t dawdle there, though, lifting up on his knees and running his hands across the long, hard plane of Sasha’s back, putting pressure the muscles that bunched together until he relaxed fully.
He squeezed greedily when he got to the round, full globes of Sasha’s ass. Sasha grunted, shifting his hips a little. Jason held him down for a few seconds.
“Don’t even think of rubbing yourself off too much on the pillow,” he warned.
Sasha made a grumbling noise but didn’t protest further. Jason gave him a ‘good boy’ pat on the ass.
Jason finally lay down behind Sasha, his legs hanging off the bed a little, they made such a long line. Not that Jason was paying attention to that—he had Sasha’s ass right in front of him. He was distracted.
Jason stroked Sasha’s cheeks before parting them gently, feeling his heart thump eagerly at the sight of the perfect little hole. His mouth practically watered with want—he justknewSasha was going to love this, but he couldn’t wait to find out exactly how much.
He started softly, rubbing the flat of his tongue on Sasha’s furled hole, feeling its texture. Sasha jerked at the first contact, making a small, surprised noise, but didn’t tense too much.
When he was nice and wet, Jason pulled away and rubbed along Sasha’s crack, focusing on where he was most sensitive. It was calming, watching his own finger go round and round, pressing just the tip in before moving away.
It was only when Sasha started squirming in that way Jason loved that he returned to work with his tongue. He rubbed a little more purposefully now, circling the furl, undulating his tongue so that it went in just that little bit, breaching that sacred barrier where one’s own body begins.
“Fuck,” Sasha moaned above him, shifting his hips so that he was fucking against Jason’s face.
Sasha’s desperation was too hot for Jason to do anything else but oblige, grabbing Sasha’s ass and thrusting in with his tongue, getting Sasha loose and sloppy.
He shifted so that one of Jason’s thumbs could join him, spreading the wet mess from below his hole to the perineum, pressing there.
Sasha groaned loudly, and Jason could tell he was moving his hips with intent now, not only fucking back but rubbing his dick on the pillow.
Jason pulled away, sitting up as he wiped the spit off his face. God, helovedeating ass. “Okay, that’s enough of that.”
Sasha turned his head to look at him, eyes looking glazed and hazy. “What?”
“We have plans, remember? Let me get the lube.”
“No, no plans. Only this.”
Jason pretended to think about it for a few seconds. “Yeah…no.”
Sasha groaned in frustration, mashing his face into the mattress. “Hate you,” he mumbled, voice coming out muffled.
“Sure, buddy. Remind me of that when I finish with you.”
Jason sure as fuck didn’t miss the shudder that went through Sasha at that.
Sasha was probably loose enough now to take the toy without problem, but that would mean Jason missing out on fingering him, and that just wasn’t going to happen.
He went slow—much slower than normal. Not because he needed to, but because Sasha was already desperate, and it was burning Jason up to see him whine and curse as Jason mostly avoided his prostate, teasing more than anything else. He’d moved Sasha onto his back, so he didn’t have anything to rub against—and Sasha was far too good to just grab his cock without permission.
“Okay, let’s get this baby in you,” Jason said finally, slipping his three fingers out and wiping them off before grabbing the toy.
Sasha was a red, panting mess on the bed. He’d bitten his lips raw—not that it had stopped him from constantly making frustrated and wanting noises—and his eyes already looked a little wet in the corner.
He was so fucking beautiful that Jason didn’t even know what to do with himself for a moment.
“Fuck. Look at you…you’re so fucking good, baby.” Jason smoothed a hand up and down Sasha’s side soothingly, but it only served to make Sasha flush even more.
