Vadim
I stand up in the bath.
The water cascades off me like a small waterfall, the sound bouncing off the tiled walls. My cock is so rock-hard it doesn't move, jutting out and dipping down at just the perfect angle to fill Preston's pretty little mouth.
His hands fall to my hips as he moves himself into position beneath me. The excitement coursing through my veins at just the sight of his face so close to my cock makes me think this could all be over embarrassingly quickly.
I won't let that happen.
We've waited too long for this moment, and now that it's finally here, I want time to slow to a crawl so we can enjoy every single second of it.
Digging his fingers into my hips, he moves closer, closer, parting his lips ever so gently until his tongue darts out and he delivers a delicious lick on the underside of my swollen cockhead.
Letting go of my hip with one hand, he curls his fingers around my base then squeezes firmly. He continues lapping along the length of my cock.
My hands fall to the sides of his face, caressing his smooth skin. "Take your time, mój kochany.”
Knowing he's been violated makes me even more determined to make this not only a pleasurable experience for him but one where he never, not even for one second, feels anything less than completely safe.
He eases back and lifts his head, looking directly at me. He's indescribably beautiful in the golden light of the candles, on his knees, naked, his slender fingers wrapped around my steel shaft.
"Thank you," he breathes.
Maintaining eye contact, he starts jerking me off slowly. After a few strokes, he stops when his fingers reach my crown. He squeezes down, drawing out a glistening bead of pre-cum.
When he takes me into his mouth, my knees almost give out. He pulls back and smacks his lips. "Fuck, you taste good."
There's an element of surprise in his voice, like he wasn't expecting the pre-cum. But he's a hair's breadth away from it, so surely he must have seen it. That's not important, though. What matters is that he likes it.
"Plenty more where that came from," I murmur.
He gives a happy nod and takes me deeper into his mouth, struggling when he gets to just past halfway. A rough choke forces him to pull back, but he shakes it off and eyes my cock like it's a challenge. A challenge he's more than willing to accept.
For my part, I focus on being as still as possible. I'm aware of my size. For all its visual glory, it can be a logistical nightmare. The last thing I want to do is move and accidentally cause him to gag.
Preston recovers and keeps at it, bobbing his head, finding his way, getting used to me, and gradually taking more and more of my cock.
"That's so good," I groan as the tip of his nose ruffles against my trimmed patch of pubic hair.
He brings his fingers back into the mix, sucking and stroking in tandem. My eyes dart from the top of his head to the veins on his arms, watching them as he pumps me in his fist.
Pleasure rolls through me in ever-stronger waves as he finds a solid rhythm, applying a perfect blend of suction, pressure, and warmth.
I'm proud of myself for mentioning the camming thing. I could have left it unsaid, but I want to do everything with Preston right. I may never have had a proper relationship before, but I know the foundation of having one is honest communication.
Even when it's hard.
Even when it'd be easier to brush an uncomfortable topic aside and simply ignore it.
And for taking a chance, I'm getting rewarded in the best possible way. Preston's response was exactly what I hoped it would be.
Would I have supported him if he'd said the opposite, that he was planning on continuing it? I would have. Begrudgingly. And I would have kept booking him out so that no one else ever got to have this side of him.
Preston belongs to me. If that's wrong, if people think it's too soon, or too much, you know what? I don't give a fuck. I've never felt anything like this before in my life, which proves to me that it's the real thing. I don't need for the world to catch up to that. Time will prove I'm right.
Preston plops off my cock, moves it to the side, and begins working his mouth on my balls.
"Holy fuck." I almost slip in the tub, unable to control myself as bursts of pleasure radiate throughout my body. I have no idea what he's doing, but it's good.
Almost a little too good.
I grab the tops of his shoulders and, as delicately as I can, pull him away from me.
"Something wrong?" he asks, peering up at me, my hard cock right beside his face, and I have to summon all the willpower I have not to blow my load all over it.
"You ready for the main event?" I ask, desperately trying to pour some ice-cold water over the momentum he's built up inside of me.
He nods, smiling demurely. "I am."
"Good. Hang on a sec." I step out of the tub, grab the nearest towel, and run it over myself quickly. "Give me your hand."
Preston obliges, slipping his hands into mine, and I help him to his feet and out of the tub. His footing's a bit off tonight.
I cast my mind back. I'm pretty sure he's only had two glasses of red, but as I start patting him dry, I check, "You okay?"
"Yeah, fine. Why?"
I rub the towel across his chest. "Just making sure."
When I start drying his legs, I smirk when I catch a glimpse of his hard-on. His dick is nice, not as big or thick as mine, but beautifully proportioned for his lean, toned body.
I also notice that he's gone full Brazilian down there. Not something I'm usually into, but on him, it's perfect. I take his cock in my hand and give it a firm squeeze. His head falls back, and he groans loudly.
Once he's dry, or dry enough, I fling the towel over my shoulder and scoop him up in my arms, bridal style.
"Ohmygosh, Vadim," he yelps, startled.
"What? Can't a guy carry his boyfriend into the bedroom to make love to him?"
Preston's breath catches in his throat. "Boyfriend?"
I give a decisive nod. "Yeah."
"Are-are you sure?"
We're in my bedroom now, but I have no intention of letting him out of my arms until we resolve this matter and he's one hundred percent clear on where I stand.
"Preston," I whisper into his ear. "I've been your boyfriend since about two minutes after we met."
He lets out a charming little snort. "That doesn't count."
"You're right," I agree. "That was fake. This isn't. What we have is real. And I want you to be my boyfriend." I lower my gaze to meet his. "If that's what you want?"
He flashes a dazzling smile and starts nodding so hard droplets of water from his hair wet us both. "It is. It so fucking is."
"Good."
And with that, I carry my boyfriend over to the bed where I plan to devour and worship him all night long.