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xstarlesscity) wrote2011-04-27 07:25 pm
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Do It, 4/4
Guy blinks down at Thomas. In all the fantasies he's had since they made their agreement, this wasn't one he considered.
"What?" Thomas says. "I'm in control, so I get what I want. This is something I want. So do it for me." His hands slide off the belt loops to grip Guy's thighs instead, squeezing slowly, firmly. "Do it."
Thomas's thumbs are digging into spots on Guy's thighs that seem hardwired to his cock. He doesn't decide to comply, but his hand is somehow on his cock and stroking anyway, inches from Thomas's face. Thomas is watching with his mouth open again, his lower lip glistening with saliva from the way his tongue laves it again and again. Guy leans just a little closer, teasing himself with the fantasy of touching his cock to that mouth, no longer thinking about the absurdity of the situation or the exposed nature of stroking himself off with Thomas watching so closely. He's doing it for Thomas. That's what matters.
Just as Guy's breath begins to hitch, Thomas grabs him by the hips and shoves him back hard against the stall door. Thomas drops to his knees with an audible crack that will doubtlessly leave bruises on his kneecaps the next morning, and then he's shoving his face under Guy's cock, muttering "do it, do it" so close that Guy can feel the breath on the underside of his cock.
Letting out a hoarse, surprised cry, Guy comes, the first jet painting the side of Thomas's face from jaw to temple. Thomas moans, arching his face up for more, mouth open, hands spasming tight against Guy's thighs. Guy watches, his orgasm utterly overshadowed by the way Thomas seems completely transported. It's all backwards, Thomas on his knees covered in come, but Guy has no more uncertainty whatsoever about whether Thomas is in control.
Guy leans back against the door, his knees starting to buckle. "Fuck," he moans, unsure whether it's the orgasm or the mindfuck that's spent him.
Thomas smiles, easing his way back up to sit on the toilet. He wipes his face clean with his fingers, sucking every fingerful of come into his mouth. "Good job."
That's all Guy can take. He sinks to his knees, undone, and Thomas places a hand at the back of Guy's head, urging his forehead down to rest on Thomas's thigh. Guy closes his eyes, waiting for the world to come back into focus, and once it does a little, he wraps both arms around Thomas's waist.
Thomas lets out a small, soft noise, one Guy knows is paired with a smile, and Guy relaxes completely. Thomas is happy. That's what matters.
Re: Do It, 4/4
(Anonymous) 2011-05-07 08:29 am (UTC)(link)Re: Do It, 4/4
Re: Do It, 4/4
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Re: Do It, 4/4