A blush burned across his pale cheeks. He sheepishly nodded his head, casting his eyes down.
Such a sweet boy.
I grabbed his loofah from the wall and lathered it with his eucalyptus-scented body wash. I grabbed his hand in mine and held his arm out, rubbing the loofah over his skin. His entire body flushed when I got to his cock, and a small whimper spilled from his pretty lips when I grabbed his length in my hand, cleaning him thoroughly as I watched his gorgeous features change as pleasure took over.
His eyelids fluttered, his lips softly parting. His prick was jerking in my hand with every leisurely stroke I made, and I had to bite back a groan. He was the perfect size—small just like the rest of him. My own cock leaked precum when he moaned.
“That feel good, baby?” I roughly asked him.
He jerkily nodded his head, pants falling from those fuckable lips of his. I backed him up into the water, letting the shower head slowly rinse the soap from his body as I continued to stroke him. With my free hand, I laced my fingers into his dark hair and yanked his head back, leaning down to cover his lips with mine.
Another moan crawled up his throat, and he eagerly responded, his lips tentatively moving with mine. I slowed my pace, letting him get used to kissing someone. It was clear he’d never been kissed like this before, and fuck, my body thrummed at the thought of being his first.
I’d claim him in every single way I could, so long as he let me.
“Langston,” he whimpered when I quickened the pace of my hand, stroking him faster and harder. His legs shook, his head falling forward, resting on my chest. I wrapped my arm around him, giving him that connection I knew he needed as I quickly brought him to an orgasm.
The sounds coming from his sweet mouth were pure filth. I wanted to grab my cock and stroke myself to the sound of those sensual noises, but this was about him—not me. From now on, my entire world revolved around him, and if that meant I had to put my needs second for the rest of my life, then that was what I’d do. I no longer gave a fuck.
This boy was everything to me.
“Langston!” he cried out right as his orgasm ripped through him. He clutched at my shoulders, his blunt nails pressing into my skin as his cum shot all over my thigh. I quickly released him and pulled him close to me, rubbing his back as I waited for his heart to stop racing and his trembling to cease.
“You okay?” I asked him a minute later.
He nodded. “Y-yeah.” I leaned him back a little so I could look down at him. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes dazed. I grinned at him. Fuck, he looked adorable like this.
“Think you can stand long enough for me to wash your hair?” I asked him.
He sleepily nodded. I slowly released him, making sure he was steady on his feet before I grabbed his shampoo and began washing his hair, letting my nails scrape his scalp. He sighed in contentment, relaxing into my touch.
He had no idea how precious he was.
Once I had his hair rinsed, I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel off the shelf, I held it out, wrapping his slender body up in it so I could dry him off. He continued blushing as I took care of him. I hoped he never lost the sweet innocence about him. It made him unique. That tender innocence was what made Cove himself.
“Alright, baby boy. Let’s get you to bed so you can take a nap.”
“Clothes?” he asked, his cheeks burning even brighter.
I turned to him, grabbing his bare hip. He sucked in a sharp breath, his wide, blue eyes locking on mine. I brushed my thumb over his pale skin. “Do you want clothes? I like sleeping naked, baby.” I brushed my other hand up his rib cage. “I’d like it if you were naked with me. I think you’ll like the skin-to-skin contact.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing spilled past those lips, so he just nodded his head. Grabbing his hand in mine and linking our fingers together, I led him over to the bed, pulling back his blankets so he could slide in. Then, I slid in beside him.
“You promise you’re not running away while I’m asleep?” he quietly asked me.
I let my fingers trail over his belly, loving the way it quivered beneath my light touch. “Not going anywhere, baby boy. I’ll be right here with you,” I promised him.
He let his eyes trail over me, his eyes stopping where my cock was just barely hidden by the covers. That blush stained his cheeks again. “You don’t need to, um…” his voice trailed off, becoming smaller.
“Tonight was about you, baby,” I told him gently. I could wait. I didn’t need anything but to take care of him.
He swallowed nervously. “Can I watch?” he asked quietly, hiding his face from me as he asked.
“I will if you look at me and ask again,” I gently told him. I needed to see his face and those pretty, expressive eyes when he asked if he could watch me get myself off.
He quickly shook his head. I hummed and closed my eyes. I could practically hear his brain whirring from where I was, but I didn’t say anything. If he really wanted it, he’d ask again. If he never asked, I wouldn’t pressure him. But I needed him to know there was nothing to be ashamed of with me.
This was all new to him. I understood that. But I wanted him to tell me what he wanted; I wanted him to get comfortable with that.