me, my hands, a boy, and a chair all walk into a bar ;
the chair groans in the silence of the room as his weight is added onto mine. i reactively slip my hands around his waist as he settles into my lap, laying his back to my chest. the crook of his neck is immediately occupied by my face as i breathe in, filling my lungs with his natural scent. it pleases me as i watch him gently give himself over to me, tipping his head to the side, relishing in the kisses i’ve started placing. i hear every shuffle of our clothing, every quiet gasp and sigh in full detail due to the silent air around us. impatience eats at me as i wish to already hear more of him..
my fingers play at the hem of his shirt before i dive underneath with a cold hand and glide it against the skin of his opposingly warm stomach. i hear him nervously swallow as he shifts his body, squirming a bit as my other free hand’s fingers wrap at his inner thigh pointing towards his need. already, he begins to mindlessly split his own legs apart whilst slowly pushing his hips forward to feel something more. small pitchy whines and vibratory hums begin to escape him frequently as i finally bite down at his shoulder and lick my way up his throat, sucking to leave my long-lasting mark on him. i squeeze and trap him as close to me as possible whilst my hand underneath starts exploring his chest, groping him at the same time that i suddenly push my other palm between his legs.
a sharp shiver falls down my spine as he tries to arch his back, and involuntarily thrusts into my hand. arousal pools in my gut caused by the sound of an uncontrollable moan he lets out, followed up by a shy, weakly suppressed whimper. his hands reflexively lay on top and softly pry at my own one as i mercilessly push into him once more for another reaction. my lips and tongue find his ear as he throws his head back to relax against my shoulder. sultry whispers from my own voice are spoken right against him, encouraging him to work for it.
“atta boy, you want more, don’t you? .. so easy for me, i’ve barely even touched you, and you’re already falling apart, isn’t that right? .. can’t help yourself, can you, boy?”
his hips begin to jut forward in response, bucking against my hand to gain as much pressure as possible on his throbbing dick through his clothing. i randomly press my fingers against him to reach that pressure further than what he can get from his pathetic grinding. he offers a rushed breathy “yes” or a whine of agreement after each new question, burying him deeper into his heat. the direction of his voice and the growing excitement in his humping efforts allow me to imagine the developing wet mess in his underwear. soon to be worsened, the buildup is followed by a cracking guttural moan and full-body tense as he cums against my hand that continues to work him through his release. his own pleasure brings over a wave of satisfaction and short-lived fulfillment within me. my hunger persists as my eager hand begins to worm under his waistband to achieve undressing him next..
“how dirty of you, ruining your clean clothes. such a greedy slut, desperately fucking yourself against my hand after just a bit of teasing. bet you want even more than just that, huh? beg for a bit and i’ll let you feel how much faster my direct touch will get you there.. spread ‘em, go ahead.. now what do you have to ask of me?”
