Page 75 of Tough Guy
Fabian went to the bed and lay on his side. Ryan remained standing at the end of the bed because he couldn’t get enough of this image of Fabian sprawled out in a decadent offering. It was the very picture of hedonism, and Ryan still couldn’t believe any of this was really happening to him.
“So,” Fabian said, his fingers walking playfully across the mattress toward the large, purple dildo, “this is the one I promised to review.”
“Should we, uh, start with that, then?”
Fabian held it up and turned it over. “It’s awfullybig. Maybe you could get me ready for it?”
Oh hell yes. Ryan was definitely into that. He wanted to get Fabian all loose and open and begging to be filled with that thing. And then maybe with Ryan’s cock.
“And it doesn’t necessarily have to bemeon the receiving end,” Fabian said. “I love it all.”
Oh. Ryan had always topped, in the past. It was probably because of his size, but his partners had always wanted him to fuck them.
“Only if you want,” Fabian said quickly. “I’m happy either way. Or we can do both. Like I said, we’ve got all night.”
Ryan decided to try saying what he wanted, without worrying about how embarrassing it might sound. “I want to see you with that dildo in you. I want to watch you take it.”
Fabian’s eyes widened. “My goodness, Ryan. Come over here and tell me more of your good ideas.”
Ryan shucked his pants and socks but left his briefs on, then covered Fabian’s body with his own, kissing him hungrily. He rolled his hips so his own erection ground against Fabian’s, letting Fabian know how turned on he was.
“Oh god,” Fabian gasped. “Tell me what you want to do to me. Tell me.”
Ryan couldn’t come up with words, so he just kept kissing him everywhere. Down his neck, across his chest to his nipple piercing, then down to his belly button. He licked a long stripe up the length of Fabian’s cock, still trapped by the lace underwear, then returned to Fabian’s mouth.
Fabian gripped Ryan’s cock outside his briefs and squeezed, and Ryan thrust involuntarily into his hand. “Fuck yes. Touch me.”
Fabian shoved his hand inside Ryan’s briefs and wrapped his slim fingers around his rock-hard dick. “Keep talking,” Fabian murmured into his ear.
Dirty talk was extremely far outside of Ryan’s comfort zone, but hewantedto be able to do it for Fabian. It was such a small, simple thing, putting the desires that were filling his head into words. He could try. He was safe here.
“I want to stay in this room forever and make you come over and over again. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Ryan,” Fabian whimpered. “More please.”
“I want your red lips around my dick.” Ryandidflush after he said that. He couldn’t help it. But Fabian’s only reaction was to plant both hands on Ryan’s chest and tip him onto the mattress.
“My pleasure,” he said, then wriggled down Ryan’s body and tugged his briefs down to his thighs. Ryan’s cock thudded against his stomach, and then Fabian wrapped his fingers around the base and took the head into his mouth.
“Oh god. Fuck.” If Ryan didn’t get off tonight, then there was a very real possibility that he might never achieve orgasm ever again in his life. He would never be in a situation this hot again, he was sure of it.
He watched Fabian suck him off as pleasure built but never threatened to spill over into orgasm. It was perfect. He wanted to ride this feeling for as long as possible. But he also really did want to see how many times Fabian could come.
He stopped Fabian by resting a gentle hand on his cheek. “That felt amazing. Thank you.”
Fabian pulled off with a parting lick, and then kissed the inside of Ryan’s thigh. “I certainly don’t mind doing that for a whole lot longer, if you like.”
“I want to try this on you.” Ryan turned his head and grabbed the dildo. It was large, and sort of complicated looking. It had a curvy part at the bottom and a springy part at the top. Ryan studied the toy, brow furrowed, and Fabian laughed. “I’ll talk you through it. It will be fun, I promise.”
He made a shooing gesture with his hands at Ryan. “Get up for a second. I have to put a towel down. This comforter needs two dryer cycles and I’m not made of money.”
Ryan stood and decided he may as well take his underwear all the way off. Fabian quickly set things up the way he wanted on the bed, plopping a pillow in the middle of the mattress and layering a couple towels on top. “Sorry,” he said. “I know this isn’t super sexy.”
Ryan was pretty sure Fabian could unclog a drain and be sexy if he was wearing lace underwear and makeup. “Don’t worry. I’m plenty turned on.”
Fabian smiled over his shoulder. “Good.” He finished his work, then stood in front of Ryan. “Now then.” He tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his lace underwear and slid them down over his slim hips. Ryan would have been dismayed, except without the underwear he could see that Fabian was wearing a black ring around the base of his cock and behind his balls.
“Holy hell,” Ryan said. Fabian was like one of those presents that you just keep unwrapping. What would Ryan find under the cock ring? A tattoo of his own name?
