Trevor spoke against his mouth without giving him anything. “I bet you beg the second they ask. That’s the fun, isn’t it, you spoiled thing? G.G. gets to be the greedy center of attention?” It drew another whine out of G.G., and then another, longer, when Trevor speculated, “How many did you let have you? Pretty G.G. fucked into oblivion. I can see it. You perform so well. You would earn everything they gave you. EverythingIgive you.”
“Trevor,” G.G. begged quietly. “Please.”
Trevor left G.G. to tremble and took one hand to push G.G.’s shirt up to his chin so he could finally lay his eyes on G.G.’s stomach and furred tits with gleaming silver barbells at each hard nipple. He took a squeezing handful before he looked up again.
G.G. was panting, his gaze locked on Trevor.
“Noises,” Trevor reminded him, “Loud this time so I know what you like,” and tried the edge of a fingernail first, then a pinch. G.G. made hungry, punched-out sounds, not loud, but noisy enough, trying to please. It was when Trevor gave one peaked nipple a twist that he finally cried out and his cock jumped.
Trevor bent down, giving G.G.’s mouth one kiss as a reward, and then the barely-abused nipple. G.G.’s skin was hot. He clutched Trevor’s side.
“Bet you looked incredible,” Trevor stood up and stepped in, removing the last of the distance between them as he returned his attention to G.G.’s dick, “your straining cock and its shiny jewelry. Did they give you a gag? A blindfold?”
Their talk, when they eventually had it, was going to kill him.
G.G. only had another whine for an answer.
Trevor stopped stroking him to lightly flick one nipple.
G.G.’s eyes flew open.
“Were you pretty, G.G.?”
“Trevor,” G.G. said in a rasp, head back and allowing Trevor anything. He’d spent years wanting someone to hurt him and make him feel good. Trevor flicked that nipple again, less lightly, and G.G. shivered all over as he groaned. “Yes. Yes, I was pretty.”
“Oh, that’s so good.” Trevor kissed his throat and tightened his grip, letting it be dry, letting it chafe and burn a little. G.G. seemed to like it. He was going to go under so easily when they finally did this right. “My good boy.” Trevor let G.G.’s shirt fall over his hand but left it there, working the one nipple with idle pinches and rolls. G.G. was louder now, gasping to the ceiling and exhaling rough sounds almost like words when something must have hurt right. Trevor nipped his neck again, leaving reddened, damp trails. “Come on, Gigi baby.”
G.G. shot over his stomach and chest moments later, nearly growling when Trevor didn’t stop jacking him and then falling back into a whine when Trevor finally stopped but continued to toy with his nipples.
Trevor reached down to squeeze himself through his jeans, breathing hard and not bothering to hide it.
G.G., shaking and still trying to come down, dug his fingers into Trevor’s hip. “On me. Please.”
Grinning breathlessly, Trevor hauled G.G.’s shirt back up. He took out his cock and allowed a moment for G.G.’s ravenous staring, then started to beat himself off to the sight of G.G.’s reddened nipples and thick, hairy belly. It didn’t take long for him to come all over G.G.’s chest and into the jizz cooling on G.G.’s stomach. He fell forward to place a kiss on G.G.’s waiting mouth and rub into their shared mess, adding more to it in the process.
He itched to find the piercing scar again, but didn’t know how G.G. felt about overstimulation. He suspected G.G. liked it, but for now exchanged a few panting kisses before dropping his head to kiss down G.G.’s throat and regard G.G.’s come-splattered torso with pride.
“Rhinestones,” he mumbled, more to himself than to G.G. Pampered pets in old movies always wore rhinestones. Maybe not every day, not for G.G., but G.G. would definitely need something that sparkled for special occasions. When he’d earned them. Trevor bit down, not hard, the lightest impression of his teeth to make G.G. start to breathe harder again. Then Trevor let go and straightened so he could go back to kissing G.G.’s mouth.
Trevor liked kissing. From how G.G. continued to sigh and push forward for more, so did G.G., and had probably missed it along with everything else. He finally moved his hand, reaching for Trevor when Trevor started to pull away, then freezing.
Trevor leaned back to regard G.G.’s dusky face with a contented smile.
“You can touch me. We haven’t really agreed to anything.” He wanted to kiss the tip of G.G.’s nose. That wasn’t entirely the leftover rush from coming, though it felt the same.
G.G. was a little come-drunk too. He took Trevor’s remark as permission to loop his arms around Trevor’s back, keeping him close, and Trevor sank back down for another kiss with a beaming smile on his dumb face.
“That was nice. Good.” Trevor ran his palms over G.G.’s shoulders to encourage him to come down and catch his breath. It could have been a lot, but Trevor had restrained himself and G.G. seemed happy without being overwhelmed.
“Yes,” G.G. agreed, nuzzling under Trevor’s chin. “Thank you.”
Trevor, about to comment on the nuzzling—adorable, honestly—nearly choked. He cleared his throat, then whispered, “Ah, no problem. You’re welcome,” only to worry if that was the wrong response. Since he didn’t know and couldn’t ask, he shut his eyes and let out a long breath. “Thankyou.” That was better. “We should do that again. Or better things. Don’t listen to me. It’s been a while. What I mean is, we should talk, and then do whatever the fuck we want. If you still feel like it. Okay?”
G.G. snorted softly against Trevor’s neck, amused apparently. But he also wasn’t letting go.
Trevor waited, then gently urged G.G. back by his shoulder so he could look into his face. “No?” he prompted. G.G. still did not quite look pulled together. Trevor might have pushed more than he’d thought, or G.G. just went under that easily.
Trevor held eye contact, waiting for G.G.’s attention to sharpen even the smallest amount. Then he said, “A written invitation didn’t work, Gigi baby, I need words from you.”
