parfaitxamour

An Arcadian Dream 7/?

“Stop wasting time, you cock tease.” Carl grunted good naturedly at Peter, trying to avoid feeling ridiculous with his only remaining clothing being tented with his erection, a wet area giving away his emotions all too easily.

 ”You’re right, you’re clearly already close to coming already. If I delay it could all be over before it’s even begun.” Peter rubbed the tip of Carl’s cock through the cotton fabric, spreading the dampness and forcing a sigh from somewhere above him. Reaching his hands round the back, he traced the curves he loved through the material, finding the edge when the cotton ran out and skin begun, and sharply drew the boxers down.

 ”Finally, I’ve got you naked. But if you want me to carry on, I need to hear you beg. And apologise. Then beg some more. You can give me tears as well if you want me to add an extra sparkle to the occasion ?” 

 They had a silent stand off. Carl tried to bluff his way out of it.

 ”Get a fucking move on, else I’ll call you a cab and send you packing…”

“No Biggles. I want to hear how much you want it. I can see what you need, your thick cock feels heavy in my hand…” He was gripping, a little too intensely. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Carl’s fingers twitching. I’m winning here, he concluded. He bobbed his head slightly to lick at the wet tip, the taste and smell hitting him as he did so; like a familiar crack to the skull.

 ”Please..” Just a quiet, single imploring attempt. Neither one of them bought it. Peter licked again, this time dragging with greater force and glancing the skin with his lips. He felt the tension shoot along Carl’s arms, his hands now finding shoulders to lean on. With the next scoop of the tongue, the fingers arced digging the nails into Peter’s desperately white flesh. Little crimson crescents remained behind, decorating the shoulders when Carl inched his hands away, as the attentions ceased.

 ”No…..no….keep going…no-one else does this like you ….Peter…please keep licking me…”

“No-one else, eh ? Sounds like you’ve been making comparisons…?”

“I’m …I’m sorry…..I only want you to do this for me….I never meant to…” 

He sounded genuinely contrite, between the breathless huffs and gasps. Peter took pity, and let his lips circle and slide down, hand holding the base to keep control. 

 ”Oh god yes….this is almost perfect…” He didn’t have to wait long…

“What do you mean by almost ? You’re such a demanding fucker…what do you want me to do now ?” Peter refused to placate him any further, sitting up. 

 ”Fuck me.”