When pre-cum glistened on his fingers, I said, “Taste yourself.”
He hesitated. I almost asked him what was wrong, but he stuck his fingers in his mouth and sucked.
“What do you taste like?”
“Sweet.”
I licked my lips. “I would take your weeping cock into my mouth and run my tongue all over your head, then taste every fucking inch of you.”
He moaned, and more liquid escaped, even though he wasn’t even touching himself. Drakcol had a lot of pre-cum.
“I would suck you until you were screaming for me before tugging on that piercing with my teeth.”
“Caleb.”
“Would you like that?”
“Yes.” His fingers edged closer to his dick. “Please.”
I settled between his legs, so I had a good view of his throbbing dick and heavy balls. “Put some lube on your hand.”
Fyn followed the instructions without question; his tail thrashed as his wings spread out over the bed.
“Touch yourself.”
He gripped the base of his shaft and pulled upward in one long, smooth motion. His hips arched, and a strangled growl ripped out of his throat. His movements turned frantic, eyes closing, as he shuttled over his dick.
“Sunshine, look at me.”
His eyes popped open. “Caleb.”
“Slower. Go slower, Sunshine. I want to see you writhe.”
With a slight whimper, he slowed down the pace, sliding up and down his thick shaft. The head of his dick was swollen and needy as pre-cum continuously leaked from his slit, mixing with the shiny lube.
“Pull on your ring,” I demanded, wiggling. Shit, this was so hot.
One of his fingers slipped into the gold ring, and he tugged on it, then wiggled it back and forth. A loud moan escaped his throat as he arched on the bed. His knees fell open, giving me a decent view of the tight pucker of his ass. It was as beautiful as he was—dark and tight and begging to be licked.
“Touch me, Caleb. Please.”
I ran my fingers over his hole, and he groaned. Slightly nervous, I asked, “Like that?”
“Yes, Mate.”
While Fyn pumped his shaft, I ran my fingers over his balls and pucker. His moans mixed with rough snarls and my name. His long white hair was like a cloud on the pillow as his head pressed back, the tendons in his neck taut with strain.
He was so gorgeous.
“Caleb,” he cried. “My Caleb.”
I slid my fingers over his muscular thighs, making him shiver. I whispered against him, “You are so beautiful.”
Fyn shouted my name again in a broken voice as his hand slicked up and down his shaft frantically. “I’m close,” he warned, eyes barely open and breathing uneven.
I loved seeing him so undone. I moved to his dick, circling the tip and the underside. His mouth opened and his neck muscles tightened. Any moment Fyn was going to explode. My fingers drifted over his dick as he frantically jerked.
“Caleb,” he moaned.
