Chapter 27 The Bedroom Game #2
“I’ll do anything you want. I can be a good boy.”
For a minute, Taylor just stood there and looked down at Fletcher as he continued to pump himself.
Fletcher let out a little whimper as Taylor reached down to kiss him.
Fletcher hummed. Taylor broke the kiss and ran his hand through Fletcher’s hair again.
Like he was petting him. “Such a sweet boy,” Taylor whispered.
“Stop stroking, beautiful.” Taylor ordered him a few moments later. Fletcher let go of himself and his body immediately protested at the loss of sensation. He burned and ached with desire from head to toe.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked, trying to mask his excitement.
“Get on your hands and knees and show me that tight hole,” Taylor commanded.
Fletcher flipped over and got onto his hands and knees. He stuck his ass out for Taylor as he turned around to look at him. Taylor looked down and watched him with an amused look on his face.
“Am I a good listener?” Fletcher asked him, sounding extremely slutty. He pulled one of his cheeks to the side for Taylor to see. He’d definitely watched a porno like this at some point. Except Fletcher was doing what the girl did.
Taylor nodded, humming in approval. “Such a good listener, sweetheart. Lick your fingers and play with that sweet little cunt.”
Fletcher brought his right hand to his mouth and licked them a few times before reaching behind and touching his rim. This was new territory. He liked the way it felt when Taylor fingered him, but he wondered what it would feel like if he tried to finger himself…
It was a weird sensation. It was like he was suddenly aware of how empty he was. Like he was just waiting to be filled up.
“How does that feel?” Taylor asked him. He sounded more curious than he did commanding. Fletcher swiped his fingers around his hole before sticking the tip of his middle finger inside. He felt himself clench, very eager for more.
“Weird, but good,” Fletcher answered honestly through strained breaths. Taylor cleared his throat. As if he was trying to get back into character.
“If you’re going to be a good boy then you need to learn how to listen,” he said a little more firmly.
This was probably just as amusing for Fletcher as it was for Taylor.
He continued to play with himself as he pushed his finger in a little deeper.
Right at the knuckle. Taylor was right, though.
He was really tight. Fletcher imagined just how tight Taylor would be…
“I’ll be a good boy, Taylor. I promise.”
“You’ll be whose good boy?”
“Taylor’s good boy.” Fletcher’s cock was probably leaking all over the bedspread.
“That’s right. You’re my good boy, Fletcher. Keep playing with that tiny cunt, sweet thing.”
“Only yours,” Fletcher reminded him. “I’m your good boy.”
“My good boy,” Taylor repeated. “My good boy who likes to play with his pretty little hole. You’re such a good boy, Fletcher. I’m so proud of you.” That about did it for Fletcher. He could’ve finished hands free just from Taylor’s praise.
“Does my good boy want a reward?” Taylor cooed at him. “Does my pretty boy want his surprise now?”
“This isn’t the surprise?” Fletcher asked him seriously, breaking character. If kinky role playing wasn’t the so-called surprise, then what the hell is?
Taylor let out a breathless laugh as he removed his shirt and pulled down his pants.
His cock must have been torturous behind the confines of his jeans.
He kneeled down on the edge of the bed behind Fletcher and placed his hands on his hips.
“I want to try something,” Taylor told him, still out of character.
“Wait, I want to keep playing the game. Keep talking to me like you’re Christian Gray. It makes me so fucking hard, babe.”
Taylor snorted as he leaned down to press a kiss on Fletcher’s back. “You really like it, don’t you? You’re a kinky little fucker, Armstrong.” Yeah right… Taylor sounds like he learned dirty talk from a BDSM porno. Not that Fletcher was complaining. He was definitely into it.
“It’s really fucking hot, baby. I know you like it too.”
“You’re my boy. That part’s not a game.” Taylor told him like he meant it.
Fletcher chuckled. “Your good boy, Taylor,” he corrected.
Taylor slapped his ass before pressing a kiss to it. A whimper definitely escaped from Fletcher’s throat.
“Stick that perfect little ass out for me, pretty boy,” Taylor told him, returning to his kinky voice.
“Am I being a good boy for you, Taylor?” Fletcher asked in his own kinky voice. At this point, Fletcher wondered how clear the line actually was between being kinky and being normal. Maybe they honestly were just kind of kinky. This game was definitely working wonders for his daddy issues, though.
“Such a good, listening boy, Fletcher.” Taylor’s hands moved to Fletcher’s ass cheeks as he used his thumbs to spread them apart. Jesus Christ. Taylor was going to eat his ass out. This was the surprise he was talking about.
“You want to see how your boy tastes?” Fletcher asked, sounding a little too eager.
“My pretty boy deserves a treat, don’t you think?
I think we’ll both enjoy this one.” Fletcher’s mind drifted a bit.
Don’t get him wrong, this was hot and painfully arousing for him, but there’s no way that Taylor wasn’t laughing at some of the things he was saying in his head.
He felt like they were literally shooting a porn video.
Fletcher could feel Taylor’s breath on him as he brought his head down to his hole. He curiously licked the hole once before Taylor fully leaned in.
“Fuck, Taylor,” Fletcher whimpered. Taylor’s tongue lapped all around his entrance.
“Mhmm,” Taylor hummed. “So sweet.” His tongue got a little more confident as it started to push inside.
Fletcher cried out in pleasure as Taylor worked his tongue inside of him.
“It’s so good, Tay.” He leaned back in and continued fucking him with his tongue.
It was such a weird sensation. Warm, wet, slippery.
Who on Earth was the kind of person Taylor was turning him into?
Taylor switched back and forth between tongue-fucking him and lapping his hole up with his tongue.
He was so slick back there that he probably didn’t even need any lube.
Taylor pulled away and fucking bit him on the cheek. “You taste like you’re mine,” he said. “You’re fucking mine, Fletch.”
Taylor reached down to pump himself a few times before getting off the bed to find their lube and condoms. He unzipped his travel bag and dug around until he found them.
“I want you to hit raw,” Fletcher told him suddenly. He craned his head to look at Taylor while he remained in the same position. “We’re both clean. We just got tested.”
“Are you sure?” Taylor pressed. Fletcher nodded.
“Your boy wants you to fill him up, Taylor,” Fletcher told him with a smirk.
“Fuck,” Taylor muttered to himself. He made his way back over to the bed and put his hands back on Fletcher’s hips. He poured some lube out onto his fingers and pressed them to Fletcher’s hole.
“I want to feel you, baby,” Fletcher told him softly.
Taylor swirled his fingers around Fletcher’s tight rim, letting the tip of his middle finger slip in. “Are you sure?” Taylor asked, out of character. He pushed his finger deeper in and Fletcher let out a little moan. Taylor moved his finger in and out before adding another.
“I want to so bad,” Fletcher whined. “Oh, fuck,” he whimpered.
“I’m going to give you a third finger, love,” Taylor told him. Again, the “L” bomb immediately registered in Fletcher’s mind. God, he could tell him right there. Taylor, I love you. I’m in love with you. I fucking love you. He had such an overwhelming urge to confess his feelings.
“Fletcher?” Taylor said.
“Three fingers. Fuck, Taylor. It feels so good.”
Taylor slipped in a third finger and curled them up. Fletcher leaned back onto Taylor’s fingers and let out a cry when he reached his spot. “Yeah, baby, you like that?”
“It’s so good, Tay. It’s going to take me over the edge.”
“You ready for me to take them out?” Taylor leaned over to put a press on Fletcher’s spine.
“Please,” Fletcher whined. “I need to feel you.”
Taylor slowly removed his fingers before spreading some lube over his aching length and lining it up with Fletcher’s hole. He slowly teased his entrance with his tip before working his way in.
“Holy fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good,” Taylor grunted. He pushed all the way in and Fletcher let out a whimper. “You have the tightest little hole. You take me so well, pretty boy.” He thrusted in and out a few times before pulling fully out.
Fletcher let out a whine, but Taylor moved up the bed and rolled to his side. “Come here,” he told Fletcher.
He crawled up next to Taylor and pressed his backside up against him. Taylor gripped his cock and lined it back up with Fletcher’s entrance. He slid back inside and held Fletcher’s hip before picking up his thrusts.
“It’s so good,” Fletcher moaned. He clenched himself around Taylor’s length, causing Taylor to let out a grunt. “Your cock is so fucking big, baby. This feels fucking incredible.”
“You’re so fucking tight. You’re fucking perfect, Fletcher. You’re fucking mine, you hear me? This ass belongs to me.”
“No one else, Taylor. Just you. Taylor’s boy.” Fletcher rested his hand on the pillow and Taylor reached up to interlace their fingers together. Fletcher brushed his thumb over the top of Taylor’s finger as Taylor reached down and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.
“Fuck, Taylor,” Fletcher panted. It was so intimate. They had never been this intimate with each other. He loved the way Taylor felt moving inside of him.
Taylor picked up his pace as he reached down and began to stroke Fletcher. Honestly, Fletcher had been so overwhelmed by the overpowering sensation of Taylor moving in and out of him that he hadn’t even been stroking himself. “Let me take care of you, sweet boy. Fuck my hand, sweetheart.”
“Fuck, Taylor. Fucking take me. Take everything.”
“You ready for this load, sweet boy? You wanna feel this cum drip down your legs?” Taylor asked breathlessly. He could swear that Taylor let out a little laugh after saying that, like he couldn’t believe the words he was saying.
Fletcher nodded as he thrusted into Taylor’s hand. Taylor’s thrusting slowed as he finished inside of Fletcher. His cum was so warm as Taylor filled him up. Fletcher came shortly after, coating Taylor’s hand in his own cum.
“Fuck, Taylor,” Fletcher moaned as he milked it all out of Taylor. Taylor let out a series of incomprehensible grunts as he slowed down completely, still inside of Fletcher.
They both breathed heavily, sharing each other’s air, as Fletcher turned his head back to look at Taylor.
Taylor gripped his cheek and leaned down to kiss him. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he told Fletcher between kisses. “A perfect fucking angel.”
Fletcher was utterly speechless. He fully collapsed into Taylor’s body. The bedspread stuck to the sweat of their skin as they lay there together.
Taylor started to pull out, but Fletcher quickly shook his head. “Just stay. For a minute,” he breathed. It was too perfect, and Fletcher didn’t want it to end. He could stay just like this forever. Taylor inside of him and holding him. They were connected.
Taylor answered by pressing more kisses to Fletcher’s shoulder. Fletcher didn’t even care that he was sweaty. That the sheets were dirty.
The only thing that mattered in the world was him and Taylor.
Fletcher couldn’t take it anymore. He wouldn’t go another minute without telling Taylor how he felt.
“Taylor,” he said softly, turning back to look at him. Taylor caressed his cheek with the back of his hand, looking down at Fletcher like he loved him too. Fletcher paused for just a second. He needed to capture this exact image and commit it to memory.
“You’re so beautiful,” Taylor cooed at him. “You’re perfect.” He leaned down and kissed Fletcher’s forehead. “You’re my boy. You’re always going to be my boy.”
Fletcher suddenly had a feeling that Taylor was going to say it first. He didn’t know if he’d prefer it or not.
“Fletcher, I choose you. I want to be your biggest supporter. Your biggest fan. I want to share all my accomplishments with you.”
“You’re it for me. You’re my perfect fucking boy.” Taylor took a deep breath.
“Fletcher, I—”
Fletcher pressed his hand to Taylor’s mouth to stop him from talking. “I love you, Taylor.”
He could see the tears that filled Taylor’s eyes. “I think I’ve loved you for a long time now.” Taylor nodded as tears fell down his cheeks. Fletcher removed his hand to wipe the tears away.
“I love you. So much. Fletcher, I fucking love you.” Taylor leaned in and kissed him tenderly. There was no rush. They were in their own world where nothing else mattered.