|Under And Over It|
And now for that Moan!
“Bullshit. But I like it when you drop the punk facade.” Regan smoothed his hands over Cam’s shoulders. His lips feathered over Cam’s. “I want to see you on display -- every last bit of your body just for me.”
“Yes.” Cam panted. “Now.” He pressed himself from head to toe against Regan. His tongue pierced the seam of Regan’s mouth.
Regan’s eyes rolled back in his head as he licked and nibbled Cam. God, he’d waited for this. Waited for Cam to want him. But things could certainly slow down a tick. Regan pulled away from Cam and smacked his lips together, tasting Cam on his tongue. Mint, cola, and delicious.
“What?” Cam’s gaze darted around the room and settled on Regan. “What did I do?”
“Please?” Regan stepped back a foot, shocked by his newfound commanding tone. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Please.” Cam’s nostrils flared, and his eyes widened in the low light. “Do with me what you please. I belong to you.”
Regan slid to his knees and unzipped Cam. He’d dreamt about doing wicked things with Cam for so long… to have it happen was like having his deepest wish granted. With a little shifting, Cam’s cock sprang free from his jeans and boxers.
“So thick.” Regan closed his eyes and marked himself with Cam’s scent. He rubbed his cheek against Cam’s penis, gently nuzzling the nest of curls. Regan glanced up at Cam. Eyes closed and lips parted, Cam clenched and unclenched his hands.
“Do you want to touch me?” Regan sat back on his heels once again and worked his wallet out of his pocket. The foil packet crinkled in his hand.
“Need to touch you.”
Regan took his time tearing open the condom. “Say it.”