Chapter 9 Damon
NINE
Damon
I slipped my hands under his jacket and slid it off his round shoulders.
Seth licked his lips and let the jacket fall off. “Thanks for the gift,” he said, glancing at it sitting on the bed. “Hope it’s not broken.”
I fought hard not to laugh. “I hope it’s not.”
“How’d you smuggle it in here?” Seth asked, reaching for the lapels of my jacket and pulling it open, taking it off my torso. It fell onto the floor, forgotten.
“Silas is a good sport,” I told him. “Found him in front of the sauna and had an idea.”
“What were you doing loitering around the sauna?” Seth asked, pretending to be jealous.
“I’ll never tell,” I said, making his face a shade redder. My hands moved over his broad chest, and then I stepped back. “Open it.”
Seth’s eyes narrowed. Knowing what sorts of gifts we had been giving each other over the years, I wasn’t offended by his suspicions.
Seth stepped around me and picked up the little box, then shot me a knowing look with only a little scolding underneath it. He guessed it, but he ripped the cute wrapping paper off anyway, revealing a not-so-cute box with a see-through plastic lid.
The toy was slender but ten inches long, only a little wider at the bottom than it was at the top, with an attached piece of rubber at the bottom to hold on to or stick to the tiles.
With it came a remote controller with a truly maddening selection of settings.
One of those silly promo videos showed the toy touching a glass of water and the vibration being increased to the maximum, at which point the water was positively boiling out of the glass.
“And now that I’ve got this, what do I need you for?” he asked, unpacking the toy.
I stepped forward, taking it from his hands and looking into his eyes. “You’re mistaken,” I said. “This is the gift for you.” I picked up the remote controller and put it in Seth’s hands.
His eyes widened for a moment, his cheeks growing ever darker, redness blooming as his breathing became shallower. “Seriously?”
I nodded, taking the toy out. It was bendy and soft, coiled around the box until I lifted it and tossed the box out. Now, it extended to its full length, making my heart skip a beat.
“I never thought you’d…”
“Bottom?” I asked, laughing. “Why? I’m too manly for that?”
Seth shrugged. “I mean, yeah.”
I sucked my teeth and tossed the toy onto the bed, catching Seth’s shirt in the middle of his chest, and pulled him closer into my hold. “Bottoming’s a manly business.”
He laughed, rising to the tips of his toes for me. He kissed me softly, then placed one hand on my face and kissed me harder, tongue slipping into my mouth and lingering there for a good, long moment.
“You sure about that? It’s pretty big,” Seth said after pulling his head back. “Takes practice.”
“It’s not my first rodeo,” I assured him, reaching for the top button of his shirt and popping it.
A little bit more of his chest grew visible, the fading golden tan of summer contrasted against the light cream shirt, reminding me of honey.
I fucking loved honey. “Won’t be easy,” I admitted, thinking I might have been a bit too ambitious getting the ten-inch one. “But it’ll be fun.”
Seth tossed the remote controller onto the bed, forgetting all about the nightcap he’d invited me for.
He reached for my top button and undid it just as my fingers went lower, undoing the second, the third, the fourth buttons of his shirt, opening it and baring his torso in that slow, unbearably seductive way, teasing myself with the mystery, even though I knew well enough what hid beneath the shirt.
We undressed one another with care and let the shirts billow through the air and fall into piles on the floor.
Seth’s hand went to my waist, pulling me in until my body pressed against his.
Shorter than me, he was the perfect size, just the way I liked, and his head rested on my shoulder, his heart beating a little lower than mine, its steady rhythm making itself known against my body.
His arms wrapped around me, holding me while his hands explored all of my back. “Fuck, you feel so good, Damon,” he said.
I buried my nose in his unruly hair and inhaled a deep breath of hyacinth shampoo.
We melted into one another, unbearable heat consuming us both, and Seth’s hands slipped under my belt, sliding into my underwear until his wrists couldn’t pass through. He squeezed my ass hard, tugging me closer, and my dick responded with an excited leap inside my tight boxer briefs.
“You’re so hard already,” he whispered almost reverently.
My leg moved between his, feeling the size of his bulge, and I chuckled. “You’re the one to talk.”
He smirked as he looked up at me. “Yeah, but I never have sex. This is still exciting for me.”
My fingers ran over the back of his head, losing themselves in his hair. “If you think holding you like this isn’t the most exciting thing ever, you have no idea what we’re doing here, Seth.”
His eyes opened a fraction wider, but he wiped the expression away with a frown. I’d said too much. He didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t want my flirtations to get a little more serious. Fair enough. I didn’t mean to push him. These things slipped over my lips. Uncontrollable. Terrible. Impossible.
Wonderful.
I kissed him, kissing the frown away, and pushed him closer to the bed.
He slipped his hands out and busied them with my belt, unbuckling it and opening my pants, giving me the relief from the unbearable pressure.
He yanked my pants down my thighs and grabbed my ass again, rising higher to kiss me hard.
“Fuck,” I grunted, the fire ablaze in my chest. “I need you to shove that thing into me so bad, Seth.”
“Yeah,” he whispered over my lips. “And I need this.” One hand moved around and pressed my hard cock, holding it until it throbbed achingly under his palm.
Seth bit my lip, sucking it between his teeth and fanning away the last shreds of sensibility from my mind. From this moment on, I was no longer a conscious being. I was made of desire and delight, of lust and sin, of pure passion.
Seth spun me around and pushed me to the bed, then picked up the rubber toy. It swayed from his hand, and he rested it on top of the tent I pitched and laughed. “Look at that. It’s bigger than you.”
“Lucky me,” I said, barely breathing. I shivered all over as Seth dragged the tip of the toy up my body, crossing my abs, sliding it between my pecs, and lifting it until the tip touched my lips.
I opened my mouth, extending my tongue for a brief lick.
Seth pulled it back, then reached over the side of the bed to the nightstand, pulling out the bottle of lube and tossing it to me. “I want you to prepare yourself,” he said. “Two fingers. Go slowly.”
“What are you gonna do?” I asked.
“I’m gonna ruin the moment,” he said, getting up. His cock bulged so hard from his pants I thought they might rip any moment.
“How so?”
“I’m gonna wash this thing,” he said, swinging the toy through the air and walking away.
Laughter burst out of me uncontrollably, and I did as I was told. I took off my underwear and tossed them onto the floor, struggling to resist the urge to jerk my cock while he was in the bathroom, washing the brand-new toy because he was an adorable little freak.
I spread some lube over my fingers, though I’d done well enough earlier to get myself ready for this, and pushed my hand between my legs, feeling my hole’s warmth under my fingertip and holding my breath as a shudder passed through me.
Even a little bit of pressure made me lose my mind. I daydreamed of the things that were only moments away as I slipped two fingers into myself, feeling the resistance of my body in the first few seconds before it caught up with the fact that this was just incredibly good fun.
Seth stepped out of the bathroom, the toy clean and dry in his hands.
He crossed the room slowly, hips swinging, shoulders swaying, dick pushing against his pants and forming a very visible mound stretching toward his left hip.
He reached the bed, putting his free hand on his pants and undoing the button, unzipping them, and sliding his hand inside to feel himself.
There was something impossibly hot in how relaxed he was.
“Harder,” he said.
I was undone, unraveling, un-fucking-stoppable. My hand jerked faster, fingers slipping into my warm hole, stretching it wider.
Seth tossed the toy next to me and pulled his pants down his legs, hand sliding inside his underwear to hold his cock. “I said harder.”
My eyes rolled back, and my head sank deeper into the pillow as I thrust my hand hard between my legs, fingers reaching deeper into me. I flinched when his hand covered mine, and he held it, pushing and pulling with me.
“That’s more like it,” he purred.
A grunt ripped free from my chest, rolling over my lips as my chest rose high, my heels digging into the mattress, legs spreading a little wider.
My eyes squeezed shut, and I let my other senses do the work. Hearing the bed under Seth’s knees as he got into the bed, feeling the warmth inside my body as my fingers reached deep into me, smelling the lube and hyacinth and precum in the air. What did I need to keep my eyes open for?
I felt the warmth of his breath before his lips closed around the tip of my cock and took me into his mouth. A shudder rocked me, and a deep moan rose from my lips.
His hand pressed the back of mine harder, thrusting my fingers into me, while he took me close to his throat, the warmth of his mouth spreading through me.
He was so soft, so incredible, sucking me in slowly, pulling back, and dragging his tongue against my cock.
He moved the tip of it around the rim of my cock’s head, making me hold my breath as the sensation flickered through my groin, my chest, and my thighs.