Page 116 of Familiar Things New

Oh, God, was Edwin planning to—

“I want to suck you,” Edwin said. He arched an eyebrow. “Can I?”

Letting out a shuddering breath, Andrew managed a nod. After a small pause, Edwin stuck out his tongue and then flicked it over the slit of Andrew’s cock. Arching his back, Andrew hissed from the sudden warmth.

“Good God, the taste of you,” Edwin moaned, resting his forehead on Andrew’s thigh for a moment. He looked up and extended one of his arms. “Hand me that,” he ordered curtly. “I want to pleasure myself while I suck you.”

Heat settled low in Andrew’s pelvic region, and his cock began to throb.

“I, uhm, I probably won’t last long once you begin pleasuring me in earnest,” Andrew admitted as he reached for the extra pillow. “I think I’m close already. Just from thinking about you . . . like that.”

Grinning wickedly, Edwin snatched the pillow from him. “I’ll have to keep you from finishing, then. Pleasure you slowly.”

Andrew looked up at the ceiling and pressed his head into the pillow, covering his face with his hands.

“You’re heartless,” he complained into his palms.

All of a sudden, Andrew felt Edwin’s presence beside him. Edwin’s warm breath tickled his cheek. Edwin tapped each of Andrew’s hands.

“I’m only teasing you, Andrew. I’d be fine with pleasing each other with our hands some more. Or I can focus on you. Only on you, I mean.”

“Oh, no, I really do like the torture,” Andrew said, beaming at his companion. “I know you’re only having fun with me. I just thought I’d play along.”

Edwin smiled back.

“Good.” He reached down and pinched Andrew’s nipple, which caused Andrew to jump. Edwin then leveled a mock-threatening look. “Now, no more interruptions, please,” he scolded.

Andrew let out a laugh.

“Did you like that?” Edwin whispered.

“Yes,” Andrew replied as he laughed some more. “I loved it.”

He liked the way the pinch felt. And he liked the way his skin felt warm there now as well. He liked the little twinges of pleasure-pain that were sending ripples of desire coursing through his veins, too, each making his skin flush and his cock throb. Last, but certainly not least, he liked Edwin being so forceful with him.

“Can I be rough like that sometimes, then?” Edwin asked. “When I’m instructing you on one thing or another here in the bedroom?”

“Of course,” Andrew replied. “I’d love that, actually.”

“Good.”

Andrew let out a happy sigh as Edwin began to kiss his way back to where he’d been before.

On the way there, Edwin paused and sank his teeth into Andrew’s stomach—not a hard enough bite to break the skin, but hard enough that Andrew felt a small surge of pleasure-pain from it. Then, Edwin reached up to pinch one of Andrew’s nipples again. Enthralled, Andrew sucked in a fast breath. He curled his hands into fists so that he wouldn’t succumb to the urge to stroke himself. A few familiar pumps of his own fist and he’d be bringing himself to completion before Edwin even grazed his cock again.

Once Edwin was settled—his mouth hovering above Andrew’s cock, the extra pillow resting between his legs—he tiptoed his fingers up Andrew’s shaft, making Andrew shudder and shake. Then, Edwin brought his lips to Andrew’s cock and pressed a sloppy kiss to the head. Andrew let out a soft whimper.

“Oh, my Andrew,” Edwin purred, shifting his hips forward and backward a few times in rapid succession. “I love how close you obviously are. I want to be close, too.”

After a few more thrusts, Edwin gently coaxed Andrew’s foreskin back, and then he ran his tongue over the cock’s naked head. Andrew’s eyes rolled back, and he pressed his head more firmly into the pillow while he moaned. Edwin then took the whole of Andrew’s shaft into his mouth, suckling the tiniest bit. Andrew hitched a sharp breath. He couldn’t look up, couldn’t let himself see Edwin sucking him, because if he did, he knew for sure he’d finish then and there.

Over the next minute or so, Edwin continued to pleasure him, encircling Andrew’s cock with his tongue or occasionally lowering his mouth all the way to the base. And, oh, God, the warmth of Edwin’s mouth was more heavenly than Andrew could have ever imagined.

After a while, Andrew felt Edwin’s mouth leave him. He finally lifted his head to check on his companion, who he then realized had started to refocus on his own pleasure. Edwin’s cheeks were flushed, and his breathing soon became more ragged as he moved back and forth, massaging his prick with the pillow. From the look in Edwin’s unfocused eyes, Andrew could tell he must have been teetering on the precipice of his own release. After a moment, Edwin’s breath hitched, and his eyes screwed shut.

“Oh, fuck,” Edwin moaned, slowing his movement as his body trembled.

Arousal shot through Andrew’s veins. How intensely he wanted to come, too.