Page 20 of Regal Feather
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
I gave myself a couple of strokes as I hit the red button. Getting the lube one-handed like this was messier than I’d anticipated, but all that expanse of skin before me meant my erection didn’t flag. Ever would always hold the title of most beautiful person I’d ever had the honor to be around, and it wasn’t changing any time soon.
“Spread your legs for me a bit,” I whispered.
I didn’t know if he wanted to send audio or not. It wasn’t like my voice would be recognizable, or like I even cared if this Dom could somehow tell, but it felt wrong to speak louder. As if it would break a spell we were both under.
Ever complied easily, and I spread the lube all over his inner thighs. Maybe I took some extra time to graze his constricted balls with my fingers, to have him shiver beneath me when I toyed with them. They looked ready to burst, and yet I knew he wasn’t going to.
“Squeeze them close now.”
My cock was the thick and long thing that was featured in every video. That everyone dreamed about. I’d never felt any particular way about it, not even when size was the talk of every locker room conversation I’d been part of. I liked that it saved me from some of the cruelest comments, but that had been about it. Now, I really liked the way the length meant I could run it through the width of his thighs. That our height difference meant I could angle it toward his perineum, the most sensitive skin there. That I could oh so casually thrust against his blue balls while chasing my own orgasm. While knowing that there wouldn’t be one for him, that all his soft whimpers and moans were meant to be heard and nothing else.
It was primitive in a way I didn’t remember ever feeling. Overpowering enough, I almost forgot a couple of times aboutthe phone in my hand, the one angled to show my cock slipping in and out of his lubed up thighs and his lower back.
It wasn’t going to get me any awards as a movie director, but I didn’t care. I only cared about letting go, about the release that would mean things were back to normal.
My hips stuttered as I drew closer, grunts intertwined as I pushed myself to keep the rhythm, to last longer, to hear more of Ever’s sounds. To see more of the flush taking over his skin.
In the end, I wasn’t good at making it last, at holding back. I grunted, slumping forward and crashing his body once more as I felt my cock jerking strings of cum all over the sheets.
Ever whimpered.
I managed to stop the video recording. He’d have to check that I hadn’t accidentally shown his face when I fell on him.
“You’re perfect,” I rumbled.
“I’m so turned on,” he complained.
I snorted. “You know I’d return the favor.”
“I know.” Ever hummed. His hair tickled my cheek. “Fuck me later, and we’ll be good.”
“Deal.”
Who the fuck would say no to that? To having their world set to rights once and for all?
“You can…” Ever licked his lips. His eyelids drooped. “When you fuck me, you don’t have to use a condom, I mean. If you don’t want to. I test often, and all I’ve done is online play for the last…four or five months, I think.”
Fuck.
I’d just come, but I pressed a hand against my cock regardless.
“I’m all negative, too. Got tested before I was discharged.”
The reason why I went to a private clinic instead of the one on base was not something I’d let into my mind right now. I was riding the high that came from Ever’s body, and the promise ofsinking into him in ways I’d never had before, when we were only fumbling around and not knowing any better.
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Sir Ismael
Next time, get better lighting when you show me that wretched hole
caged_pig
Yes, Sir, sorry, Sir
