@p3cc4tum βΈ» cont'd from x
there's something genuinely amusing to Eliott in watching Callum's reaction to his words. he's always been kind of a bully, it must be said, and he's well aware of that fact himself. he takes pride in it, for some strange reason. maybe it's his nature, maybe it's the only way he can feel something. the blush on the other boy's face is exhilarating, fascinating too. this wasn't the first time Eliott made a comment about Callum's size either, but perhaps the first time he did it to his face. now that his friends have gone, leaving only the two of them, it felt like the right time to further play with the curly haired boy, he probably thought. he won't have to explain himself and reason why he focuses so much on other men's cocks when he has his own and a girlfriend to put it into.
Eliott watches him sink down to his knees, a large smirk he can't seem to be able to control grows on his face. drunk with power over him, perhaps. "You actually fucking did it." he says, finally realizing this is actually happening, then he laughs. he doesn't laugh about it, he laughs at Callum. Eliott cannot believe it, "You actually fucking kneeled for me." he grins, and absentmindedly grabs at his bulge through the plastic-feeling black nylon of his tracksuit bottom, "Fucking pathetic." then he spits, directly on Callum's face and, at the same time, he realizes he's been groping himself when his cock hardens between his fingers. "How long have you been staring at it? That why you stayed with me, innit? You wanted to see it. Didn't you?" another globe of spit is thrown into Callum's face and he takes a step closer, letting go of his cock, letting it tent through the fabric. "Go on, then. Pull it out, faggot."
