“What if I want a mess?” Mason’s face was flushed ruby and his perfect hair had been mussed and tousled somewhere along the way, leaving a nest of brassy gold on top of his head. The way he was laying, David could feel his cock, and just the thought of that brought David way closer to the edge than it should have. Mason continuing to talk didn’t ease the exalted pressure. “I’m good at cleaning up messes. Kind of my whole job.”
David shuddered as a pulse of heat burst through his cock. “Well, then it sounds like you deserve a break.” David slid off the bed, keeping one hand on Mason as he did so. Around the edge, then down to his knees. “Maybe you just lay back and relax and let me be in charge for a little bit.” He ran his hand up and down the clear outline of Mason’s shaft in his jeans, barely applying any pressure. “Does that sound good?”
Mason blew out a long, uneven breath. “It does. But you don’t—” He closed his eyes and held up his hands, taking a couple seconds. “We both know you don’t have to. You…want to.”
“Good boy. You’re a quick learner.” David undid the button on Mason’s jeans, then lowered the zipper. With each tooth that passed through, Mason’s bulge shifted, moving a bit higher and growing more until, finally, all the pressure from Mason’s jeans was released and the shaft sprang up. Constrained by baby blue boxer-briefs still, but much freer. A little wet spot had formed at the tip.
“Can you…could you say that again?” Mason’s voice was tighter once more, but David couldn’t tell if it was lust, nerves, or a combination of the two.
“Say what again?” David played with the wet spot, effectively just rubbing Mason’s cock-head through his underwear. “I can say whatever you want.”
“When you called me…you know. When you…”
David knew. He understood. But seeing Mason getting a little flustered over it was too cute to let go of right away. “Use your words.” He lightly gripped Mason’s cock through the thin material and gave a slow squeeze and rub. “I can’t know what I need to call you if you don’t say it.”
“Call me—” His breath caught as his cock twitched, the wet spot growing a little larger. “You called me a good boy, and it’s stupid and I shouldn’t care, but, I don’t know. Can you—”
David kept his hand gripped loosely around Mason’s cock, but he rose again, moving up so he could put his lips directly by Mason’s ear. “You told me what you want. That’s whatIwant. Don’t feel like you need to qualify it.” He lowered his voice and let it rumble in his chest. He squeezed firmly when he said the next part. “That’s a good boy.”
David had never included this kind of talk into his bedroom activities. He’d used an occasional ‘daddy,’ and if the guy wanted him to, more derogatory language. Some guys really got off being called a bitch and it wasn’t David’s place to judge.
But the way Mason reached to hearing the words ‘good boy,’ David wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to stop saying it. He bucked into David’s hand and stretched back like the words themselves were half an orgasm on their own.
David went back to his previous position at the foot of the bed. “Now you be a good boy and just let me take control. You deserve a break.” He wriggled his fingers into Mason’s fly, touching directly against the slick, hot skin of his cock, and pulled Mason free. Six inches, cut, decently thick but not like a soda can.
David sucked the tip past his lips, then slid farther down as Mason groaned.
Chapter seventeen
Mason
AsDavid’smouthtookin more and more of his dick, Mason’s brain completely short-circuited.How the hell did I end up here and how the hell do I make sure I end up here again?He stared up at the ceiling, not because he didn’t want to look at David down there, bobbing up and down, but because when he tried to lift his head, it felt like a giant weight attached to the top of his neck. Fingers of lightning crackled up from his cock, lancing and arcing through him as David kept on going. Now and then, sounds of slurping and sucking would break through the otherwise quiet room…well, those and his own moans, but he barely heard those.
David pulled off and Mason finally looked down…it was a sight. David was red in the face, eyes watering, lips slick and shiny. He rested one hand on Mason’s thigh, and the other reached down between his own legs, almost absentmindedlystroking himself. When he caught Mason’s eye, he grinned. “Just need a break before I eat your ass.”
The lightning stopped and Mason sat up. “You should let me take care of you instead.” David was doing entirely too much. Mason didn’t deserve to be treated to something like that. It was astounding enough that a guy who looked like David was even willing to blow him. “Turnabout’s fair play.” Of course, it helped that Mason was pretty sure he’d enjoy sucking David’s dick almost as much as he’d enjoy getting a rim job.
David stood up and untied the hanging drawstrings on his pants. “Sixty-nine, final offer.” His eyes darted down to Mason’s dick and his tongue flashed out, like he was hungry and looking for a snack.
David dropped his pants, leaving him standing there in a tank-top and some low-rise black bikini briefs, which somehow seemed even more lewd and sexual than if he’d simply been naked. His imprint was straining the fabric, and once again, Mason got to see the top of his bush peeking through. Looked neatly trimmed, from what he got to peek at.
Then Mason realized that David was waiting on him. “Deal. Sorry. Sixty-nine. Yes.”
“Well then scoot over.” Mason did and David flopped down on the bed, head toward Mason’s feet. “Now be a good boy and get on top of me.”
Mason went cold, his body feeling like ice cracking. “Are you sure—”
“I’m sure.” He fumbled with the fly of his underwear and pulled out his dick, and Mason’s brain stopped, only barely listening as he took in the sight. “Let me recline resplendent on your bed while you cram your cock down my throat. It’s the simple pleasures, you know?”
Mason started to move, keeping his eyes on David’s dick. He was uncut, though his foreskin was all the way back, and hisdickhead was starting to turn purple, he was so hard. His bush did appear to be trimmed, tight around the base of his shaft. A steady line of precum wept from his slit, slicking and shining his entire dick.
But Mason couldn’t just climb on top of him. “Wouldn’t it be easier if we were on our sides?”
David angled his head up and smiled softly. “I do not in fact have glass bones and paper skin, love. You’re not going to break me.” He reached over and took hold of Mason’s ankle, then pulled gently. “Come on.”
Mason had to tell himself this was okay. His dick made it a pretty easy argument to make. He felt like he’d blow his load if David even called him a good boy again, so sixty-nine was at least afewsteps above that. David was a full-grown adult, even if he was the kind of adult who couldn’t finish any project he ever started.
Mason positioned himself over David until he was looking straight at David’s slit. Arms wrapped up around his hips, pulling him down until his dick slid into warmth and pressure yet again.He knows what he’s doing.David’s precum poured out heavier, and Mason wrapped his lips around David’s tip.I can’t get so in my own head about this.
