Page 11 of Plaything of His

Sweetness points towards the drawer on his right but doesn’t make a move to reach over and pull some out.

He proves me right.

“You don’t need to use it if you don’t want to. You can fuck me without it, Callum.”

Nodding, I begin to knead his flesh between my fingers. He’s soft and firm, and as I make my way closer to his entrance, his breathing becomes a little shaky.

I smirk as his stomach tenses and his cock twitches against it, so I help him out.

“Stroke yourself, sweetness.”

I command, my voice husky as my own breathing deepens.

Sweetness wraps a fist around the base of his cock and as he begins pumping, choppy breaths leave him before he finally locks his eyes with mine.

“Like this, Callum?”

I nod as my fingers skim around the edge of his hole and he squeezes, trying to get my fingers inside him already.

So eager for me.

I continue teasing him, rubbing his hole with each of my fingers, but never pushing inside.

“Exactly like that, sweetness. Keep stroking until I tell you to stop.”

His fist moves up and down his entire length as he begins breathing through his mouth. Pair that with the sensation of his hand around his cock, and my fingers in his peach, I reckon it won’t take him long before he comes and makes a mess all over those hard abs of his.

And from the way that his chest rises and falls, the way that his breathing hitches, and the way that he fists himself faster, I know he’s close to coming.

His hips jerk everytime he moves his fist from base to tip, almost as though he’s physically trying to reach his release. Sweetness groans into the room as a flush of redness slowly begins to move through his body.

My cock swells as I watch him and listen to him touching himself, my own hands on his body. He’s slick and my cockachesto be inside of him.

Finally, I find my voice and call him off.

“Hands off now, sweetness.”

I don’t need to say it twice.

His hand is immediately off as he moves it to his side. His chest rises and falls and as sweetness takes in uneven breaths, his cock twitches. His entire length stands hard as pre-cum leaks from the tip and it drips onto his abs. His entire body is tense, his skin is tight under my touch, and I finally make my move.

“Eyes on me, sweetness.”

I murmur out before holding onto his left thigh tightly, wrapping it around my side as I shuffle closer with my hand around my length.

Sweetness has his eyes on mine, and as he takes a deep breath in, I make my way inside.

First, my tip.

Second, my inches.

Third, all of me.

Finally, I’m inside.

He gasps, and he groans, and a chorus of soft sounds escape through his lips. He clenches all around me and I find that I’m making the same sounds that he is.

“Callum, I can feelallof you…”