Chapter Twenty-Six #2
Now that he’d stopped working his second job, he might actually have the time to explore his interests.
Alone in his home, he could take his time with artwork, explore it without judgment or expectations or condescending comments that it’d never bring him any real money.
Yes, Kaiden would’ve loved to get rich off his passions, but that was never the point.
The joy of drawing was the point. Exploring different styles.
Learning new techniques. Finding his niche in a world of so much beauty.
Dylan hit send on his terribly hilarious drawing, then tossed his phone onto the floor.
“Now, about that blowie.” Dylan shot Kaiden a minxy grin.
“You’re so exhausting,” Kaiden said with a playful sigh.
Dylan kissed Kaiden, the rough stubble tickling Kaiden’s face.
Dylan caressed Kaiden, running his hands under the edges of Kaiden’s corset vest. For the first time, Kaiden didn’t flinch or feel the need to adjust or pull back or change positions to take attention away from himself. He lay there lost on Dylan’s lips.
After a few minutes, Kaiden unfastened Dylan’s pants, tugging them down just enough to pull his cock out. As Kaiden stroked Dylan’s dick, he let out an eager groan.
“You like that?” Kaiden whispered, bringing his hand up to his mouth and quickly licking his palm before returning to stroke Dylan off.
Dylan growled into Kaiden’s ear. “You want me to wreck that pretty face of yours?”
Kaiden responded with a passionate kiss. Dylan sat up some, and Kaiden braced himself on the couch, keeping his head beside the arm of the sofa.
Dylan crawled up and straddled Kaiden’s chest. The weight made Kaiden gasp, and Dylan used that opportunity to immediately shove his cock in. Kaiden gagged, choking at the suddenness, but lay there taking it in inch by inch.
As the dick hit the back of Kaiden’s throat, he tried to widen his mouth, hoping to squeeze in a breath between the pumps.
Dylan ran his fingers through Kaiden’s hair, gently rubbing his head as he took steady strokes.
Eventually, his pace increased, and his grip on Kaiden’s head got firmer.
He held him in place, fucking his face harder.
Each time Dylan bucked forward, his knees pushed a bit heavier onto Kaiden’s shoulders.
The current position made it harder for him to breathe, for him to find a comfortable position.
He almost tapped out, so he could get a minute and then drop to his knees to suck Dylan off.
As much as he needed a slight reprieve, he had a different idea.
Kaiden wrapped his hands around Dylan’s lower back and butt, getting a firm grip while holding his cock in his mouth.
It wasn’t much, but he lifted himself forward and changed their position just enough so Kaiden could sit upright with his back against the sofa and Dylan’s knees not weighing so heavily on him.
“Holy fuck, muscle daddy,” Dylan said with a chuckle. “I know I said I was going to ride your face, but damn. Did you seriously just lift me?”
Kaiden basked in the moment, letting gravity push Dylan’s cock deeper into his throat before he started to rhythmically pump in and out again.
Dylan took swift thrusts, humping Kaiden’s face and only occasionally pulling his cock out to give Kaiden a breather while teasing him with the head of the dick, rubbing it along Kaiden’s mouth and cheeks.
Minutes passed. Dylan grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic as his balls continued slapping Kaiden’s chin. He kept a firm grip on Dylan’s hips, giving just enough resistance to encourage more assertive pumps.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Dylan kept pumping into Kaiden’s mouth, pushing so far, Kaiden’s throat muscles ached.
Then Dylan pulled out all the way, fish hooking his thumb into Kaiden’s mouth, and pulling his jaw open wide.
He tugged on his dick a few times, unleashing a jet of cum onto Kaiden’s face.
Dylan pushed the head of his dick back into Kaiden’s mouth, aiming the second and third bursts of his load more accurately onto Kaiden’s tongue.
After he’d shot his load into Kaiden, Dylan pushed his semi-erect dick further into Kaiden’s mouth. Kaiden sucked on Dylan’s cock until it completely softened and continued sucking until Dylan eventually pulled out entirely.
He hopped off the couch, literally jumping onto the floor, and trotted off to the bathroom without a word. Then he quickly returned with a towel and wiped Kaiden’s face clean.
“Thank you.”
“Of course.” Dylan plopped back onto the couch beside Kaiden.
He let his slacks slip off but kept his boxers on.
They sat on the couch, continuing the movie they’d lost track of.
Dylan rocked his leg side to side and bopped his knee against Kaiden’s a few times.
The rhythmic touch was soothing. Kaiden sank into the couch, lost in this blissful little holiday he’d never cared much for before now.
He supposed, perhaps in the future, he could attempt a more festive approach.
Kaiden had never had much reason to celebrate before now.
But he hoped to have many more lazy Christmas afternoons with his boyfriends.
Eventually, Dylan turned to Kaiden, ignoring the movie altogether. “How soon before I’m allowed to drag you back to the bedroom so I can unwrap the rest of my present?”
“Oh, I’m a gift now?” Kaiden batted his lashes playfully.
“You’re a goddamn prize.” Dylan gave Kaiden a peck on the cheek.
Kaiden giggled, and the pair got up, heading to the bedroom.