Page 149 of Seal the Deal
This is nice. He likes this. It’s a bit like parallel play. He’s not making Nicki come, but he gets to touch his tattoos, gets to see the slide of his dick up close and personal because that dick is literally right over his face.
It’s not a position Andrew ever dreamed he’d want to be in, but there’s something powerful about being down here, doing nothing but watching Nicki take himself apart. Powerful and erotic. It’s adjacent to the enjoyment Andrew gets from his spicy romance books—seeing someone else feel good, but not having any part in it himself.
With every stroke, Nicki gets louder, and Andrew is suddenly grateful they have the entire top floor of the hotel to themselves because Nicki is making noises that no one else would probably want to hear. Noises that Andrew quite selfishly would prefer no one but him got to hear.
It doesn’t take long for Andrew to recognize the patterns—the way Nicki tightens his fist on the upstroke and holds his breath. He wasn’t kidding when he said he liked it tight, and Andrew is transfixed by the sight.
“I’m going to come, princess.”
Wiggling his way out from underneath Nicki to avoid getting anything messy on him, he settles himself on the extra pillow beside watching as Nicki gives his dick a few more firm strokes then comes with a guttural cry, painting the pillow where his head just was in thick stripes of come.
“We’re going to need housekeeping,” Andrew observes.
Nicki turns and cracks one eye open, then the next before laughing. “Suppose we might.”
“We could also just use one of the extra bedrooms,” Andrew realizes, suddenly on board with this whole penthouse thing. One bed for sex and one for sleeping is perfect. Then the mess and smells don’t get in the sleeping bed.
“Using that big brain of yours,” Nicki grunts, slumping over Andrew. He’s a little sweaty but thankfully free of come.
“We should do this at home.”
“The sex?”
“Well yes, maybe sometimes. I like watching you, we can do that a lot but the uh…two bedrooms thing. We should have a sex bedroom.”
“A sex bedroom,” Nicki repeats, resting his chin on Andrew’s chest. “You want a sex bedroom?”
“It sounds ridiculous when you say it.”
“It sounds like you just asked for an entire bedroom just for sex.”
“Well, we have a lot of extra rooms and then the sex can just…stay there. Then our bed won’t get messy.”
“Our bed,” Nicki says with an uncharacteristically soft smile on his face. “Alright, princess. Sex bedroom it is.”
“You can stop saying it out loud now.”
“I don’t know, it's kind of fun,” Nicki teases. “Andrew’s sex dungeon.”
“It’s not a sex dungeon,” Andrew hisses. “Just a spare bedroom. One where we can engage in sexual proclivities with the needed supplies, and then keep the smells and mess in there.”
“Sexual proclivities. I love when you use big words, it’s hot.”
“Shut up,” Andrew huffs, his smile giving away his real feelings. Growing up, he’d been teased and also accused of being a know-it-all for his vocabulary, even by his brothers. Itwas confusing and frustrating, when really it was Andrew trying to use the most accurate words in his repertoire to describe a situation. Having Nicki like the way he talks makes Andrew feel good. Everything about Nicki makes Andrew feel good.
“I’m ready for a shower now,” Andrew announces.
“Shower then cuddles.”
It’s not a question but a statement, but Andrew agrees anyway. “Yes.”
“Can I wash you again?”
“Yes, Nicki.”
“Can I carry you?” Nicki questions, already rolling off the bed and scooping Andrew up.
“It appears you already are.”
