“If it’s too much—”
“No.” The word is quick. “I…I want to try. Desperately.”
“Whenever you’re ready,” I assure him.
“Now.”
“Now?” I repeat on a laugh. The look in Charlie’s eye has my laughter dissolving, abandoning me as heat flares low in my belly. I take a deep breath, and then two. “Let me wash up.”
Charlie nods in a quick jerk, and I retreat to the bathroom, my own cock starting to strain my trousers. I make quick use of the wash basin, cleaning as well as I can manage, before returning to Charlie. He’s waiting on our bed, starkly naked, the ivory cock on the linens in front of him.
“I don’t know what to do.”
The urgency in Charlie’s tone has me stepping forward quickly. I stop for the oil, stashed in my wardrobe, before removing my trousers. Charlie watches me approach the bed,his chest heaving, his hand moving slowly between his legs in a way that has me groaning. Seeing the man I love pleasure himself is second to very little. Perhaps it’s why I have no qualms about what’s to come. If Charlie enjoys it, little else matters.
I set the oil on the bed and remove my shirt. “The straps run around your hips and between your thighs. May I?”
Charlie nods, and I pick up the fake cock. I’m careful as I maneuver the straps into place, tightening them only as much as necessary. The fabric is soft to the touch, the straps between his legs thinner than those around his hips. I run a finger underneath each, making sure the fit is as directed.
“All right?” I check.
Charlie nods. “Yes, I believe so. You’re hard.”
The observation is given as a statement, yet there’s surprise in his voice.
“Because you desire me, Charlie dear. I require little more than that.”
He blows out a breath, shuffling closer on his knees. “Show me what to do.”
I open the oil, handing it to Charlie before turning onto my hands and knees and dropping to my elbows. “Could you get me wet, my love?”
“Oh, Arthur.” His hand slides slowly over my backside. “If you do not like it—”
“We’ll deal with that possibility if it occurs,” I assure him. “Now… You’ll need to wet me and the cock both.”
Charlie lets out a breath, his hand leaving me for only a moment before it returns, slick with oil. His touch is gentle, slow as he rubs against me, taking his time. The sensation is not one I’m used to, but I try my best not to be dissuaded fromit. I’ve been assured this can be pleasurable. If the necessary steps are taken.
Charlie’s voice comes breathless. “Arthur. How will this work? I’m afraid I will hurt you.”
“My body should accept it,” I tell him, breathing out as Charlie’s hand slides down toward my cock. He encircles me, twisting his grip slowly, the glide smooth with the oil on his fingers. “As for the rest, well… I believe you’re aware of the mechanics.”
Charlie’s hand returns to where he started, his thumb pressing against me until my body yields. He stills. “Art?”
“This part is as new to me as it is you,” I say softly. “It doesn’t feel bad, my love. Try the cock. Go slow.”
His hand leaves me before returning, braced near my hip. The next second, the ivory is there. It must be. It’s harder than Charlie’s touch, an entirely different sensation. I keep myself as relaxed as I can manage, but even so, it’s a lot to take in, both physically and mentally.
“Just a moment,” I tell Charlie.
He stills, the end of the cock pressing against me the same way his thumb did, demanding me to yield.
“Arthur.” Charlie’s hand slides up my back and then down again before smoothing over my bottom. “You’re lovely. Do you know that?”
“You think so?”
He hums, his hand journeying underneath me again. He strokes my cock, and I sink further onto my elbows. “So very lovely. I’ve never wanted another the way I want you. You’re charming and handsome, and the sight of you right this instant, down on your knees for me, makes me desperate to see you unraveling at my touch.”
I realize, as Charlie continues to stroke my cock, that he’s edged further into me. Not far, but enough to feel distinctly…open for him. There’s a stretch. A sting. The instinctual rebelling of my body that wars with what Charlie is doing to my cock. He focuses his attention there, the distraction a welcome reprieve that has my legs beginning to shake.
