Chapter Twenty-Two #3
He makes a soft, peaceful noise, out like a light. I’m actually jealous, because I can’t remember the last time I slept so soundly. But I’m burning alive with frustrated desire, too strong to ignore just so he can get his beauty sleep.
There’s something so salacious about waking up this way, fully ravenous . Shrouded in darkness, curiosity piqued. It’s when I can truly set myself free. Let go of my hang-ups and be real and raw and fucking hungry.
I’m fucking starved right now, and I need something… Someone to devour until I’m full.
Gliding my hand down the length of Trevel’s back, I reach for his ass, cupping it and squeezing.
Gently, because he’s asleep, and I don’t want to be a total weirdo, groping him while he’s unconscious.
It’s a really nice butt, though. Firm, but still plump and juicy enough that my cock is jumping beneath him from the lascivious thoughts swirling at all the things I could do to it.
“Baby, I wanna fuck you…” I whimper, the sound of my own voice saying those words driving me even crazier. “ Please? Will you… wake up?”
My index finger traces the crack of his ass through his little panties. Jesus, I’m dying here… I need need need.
Trevel mumbles something, then he flops off of me, onto his back, nestling his face in my pillow. He’s still asleep.
Dammit.
My eyes scan over his body, now all splayed out.
Long limbs and lines of definition making up his chest and stomach.
So masculine , yet there’s this elegance to him; a dazzling beauty so alluring, I can’t stop looking.
The glow from beyond the bars gives just enough for me to see his complexion, the pinkness of his nipples and his lips.
It reminds me of how pink his cock is… And I bite my lip, coveting the outline of it through his underwear.
“Trev…” I mumble, hesitantly reaching over to trace it with my fingertip. “Can I… kiss?”
He writhes, but doesn’t respond or open his eyes. Or do really anything to allude to him waking up. I should shake him or something. To make sure he’s cognizant. But I can’t deny that I’m hypnotized by the idea of toying with him in his sleep.
It’s so much hotter this way…
Easing over him, I palm his big cock, tenderly caressing it while dropping soft kisses on his jaw, then down his throat. “Your body is so sexy,” I whisper, kissing his chest. Licking his nipple.
Peering up, I watch his unconscious face, serenaded by panting while I tease his peaked flesh. That sweet, pink point is now covered in my saliva. I kiss down his abs, his happy trail… Pressing one on the exposed tip of his cock, where it’s poking out of his underwear.
It’s so arousing, my own dick leaks into my boxers. “Mmm… fuck yes. ”
Running my lips up and down his inches, I get lost in just that; kissing and licking his cock through the material until it’s wet and I’m dizzy. In my head, all I can hear is his voice, and that poem he spoke to me earlier. Those hushed, silky words that lulled me to sleep…
“I know you want this…” I purr, grinding my thick cock into the bed while I nuzzle my face between his thighs. “You want to come in my mouth again, don’t you?”
My entire body is tight and hot everywhere, my brain so fogged with devious desire, I can’t think. I just need to feel this. I want to feel him …
Lying here like my plaything, breathing soft breaths and murmuring words I can’t understand.
Fuck it. He’s mine.
Going for my stash spot, which is still open, I grab some lube and pour a bunch onto my shaky fingers. Shoving my boxers down, I grab my cock in my slick palm, stroking up and down while I watch the sexy black-haired boy in my bed, like he’s my own personal porn.
“You’re so pretty,” I slip my fingers inside his underwear. “Can I play with your little pussy?”
My cock pulses again as I glide a curious finger between the crack of his ass. It brushes his rim, and my head is spinning.
Biting my lip, I push slowly, gently probing him with one wet finger. He’s tight , way too tight. I can barely get in. I don’t want to force it because that’s crazy… Right?
It’d be super fucked up, wouldn’t it? To shove inside him while he’s asleep…?
Trevel’s legs part wider, opening up for me. But then he mumbles a slurring, “Don’t…”
I gulp. Don’t…? Did he just say, Don’t ??
But his body, his position is betraying the word. He’s spreading himself, with my hand stuffed inside his underwear, middle finger playing with his small, scorching hot hole.
“You don’t want it?” I hum, applying a little pressure, until it slips in. Just the tip.
His head wobbles, eyes still closed and his chest pumping. “No… don’t…”
My finger enters him deeper, and he groans quietly.
“Don’t… what?” I rasp.
“Don’t… make it feel good ,” he mewls, head tipping back.
Freezing with half my finger buried in his ass, I gulp roughly, like my throat is closing.
I can’t do this. I can’t fuck him in his sleep… It’s completely fucked up.
Even if he probably wants it in real life, in his sleep, he might not know it’s me.
“Trevel,” I hum. “It’s me. It’s… Raphael.”
“I want… Rapha,” he sighs, wiggling his hips against my finger. “I want Byron .”
Relief washes over me, my dread retreating. “I’m here.”
I can’t help remembering how it felt with Michelangelo. How deliciously depraved it was when he’d cry and sob for me to stop , though his body told me he loved it. Trevel might want the same…
And so, I slide my finger into him deeper, as deep as it’ll go.
“Uhhffuuck…” Trevel gasps, legs spreading, hips lifting.
“You like it?” I fuck him slowly with my finger, only a few times before adding a second.
“ Mmmm …” he whines, and I’m soaking through my boxers.
“Can I put my cock in, baby?” I plead, working my fingers, stretching him and knowing with full certainty that whether he’s aware of what’s happening, I have to push my dick into his ass right now.
It’s barely even a choice.
Pulling my fingers out, I sit back, slowly sliding off his man-panties.
Biting my lip, I take them down his legs, tossing them away.
He’s fully naked and laid out before me as I position myself between his thighs, stroking more lube onto my cock.
I take a moment to revel in the feeling of this, and the way he looks, fisting his erection.
Jerking it slowly, I pull the skin away to tease the swollen tip with my thumb.
He’s leaking for me, and I lean down to lap it up with my tongue, eyes rolling back at the salty taste of him and how purely naughty it is to be licking his pretty cock while he sleeps.
“Are you awake yet, violet eyes?” I shiver.
He responds with only breaths, eyes still closed, lips parted and quivering. He’s panting like he’s just as ready as I am, but I don’t think he’s fully awake. If he were, there’s no way he’d be able to keep his eyes closed. I know him well enough by now to know he’d have to engage.
I’ve never had sex with someone in their sleep before, but I can’t lie… The idea of it has my balls thrumming harder than they ever have before.
Easing between his legs, I grab Trevel by the hips, nudging my cock between his cheeks. With the eager crown of my dick brushing his hole, it feels too tight. I’m not sure it’ll ever go in, but even the act of coaxing is enough to have me pulsing precum like no one’s business.
“Fuck… baby ,” I groan, jamming against the resistance of his body. “I’m already coming in your ass…”
“Ummfff…” he moans nonsense.
“You’re so fucking tight, beautiful,” I hum, pushing and pushing . “You wanna let me in? Or you want me to force it…”
“Make it feel…” he mumbles in a pleading whine, just as I’m finally breaking through. “ Uhh! ”
“God, that’s it.” I melt over him, breathing his breaths. Giving my hips a gentle flick, I drive in deeper. “So so sexy , baby… taking this big dick in your hot little cunt…”
He arches up to me, hole clenching, gripping me so damn tight. Feeding my cock in more, I watch between our bodies as I finally make it all the way in and just shudder in pure sensation.
“ Trevel … God-fucking-damn, you feel so good.”
I’m in another dimension. No clue what I’m doing, but it feels amazing, and I never want to stop. I could fucking live inside of him.
“This is the best thing I’ve ever fucked,” I growl as I finally begin to move, pulling back and fucking in, stroking my cock in him until I’m seeing stars. “Best pussy, best ass… The best hole on the planet , baby.”
“Yours…” he hums sleepily, his body jostling with my movements.
“All mine.” Our chests are slick with sweat, and I lick the salty flavor from him while our bodies glide together. “Your hole’s nice and wet for me, huh, pretty thing? Slippery wet and oh-so-soft… Gonna suck all my cum out.”
“I’m… so… hard ,” he whimpers, and I take that as instruction to fist his dick, stroking to match the tempo of mine stroking in his ass.
Unfortunately, as soon as I curl my fingers around his long, stiff cock, something in me snaps.
Uh oh…
Oh no oh no oh… no…
And I start coming. Hard and fast .
The spaceship is blasting off, long before the astronauts reach One .
“ Fuck ,” I grunt, going cross-eyed while my dick shoots in him. “Fuck fuck fuck, I’m coming… God, I’m coming in you, Trev, oh… fuuuck .”
He’s moaning with me, unintelligible words as his body clenches on me. But his eyes are still closed. One of his hands is fisting the blanket, but otherwise, I think he’s still asleep . It’s insane .
But then I remember how O’Malley used to literally fall off the top bunk and take beatings from me and still not wake up. Trevel clearly has similar sleep issues… Only this is much more erotic in nature.
The fact that I’m coming inside of him, throbbing my hot, slick orgasm deep in his beautiful body while he’s fucking sleeping has my entire anatomy rippling with pleasure shocks for entirely too long.
“Baby, take my cum,” I whisper, kissing and sucking on his throat, hands rushing all over him. “Feel me flooding your perfect ass with cum, violet…”