"Color?"
"Green. Yo-your hand... it's..." he blows out a frustrated breath as I stroke him slowly, waiting for whatever he wants to give me. "It's bigger... and rougher... than mine..."
His hips give a tiny thrust of movement, and it makes me smile.
"Can I go down on you?" I ask, making sure to keep my voice completely neutral so that he knows no matter what the answer is, I'll accept it.
He nods eagerly.
I lean back, spreading his legs and situating myself between his knees. I take his cock in my hand again and bring it to my mouth, sticking out my tongue and letting it drag along and then swirl around the head.
A deep groan vibrates out from his chest as he loses the battle to watch me, and his head drops back against the pillow.
"Fuuuuucckkk.... Trey..." he gasps out as a hand comes to rest on the back of my head. He threads his fingers through my hair, and unease slithers into my gut. It's intimate. Way too fucking intimate for someone who is supposed to be a client. I realize it's not the touching that bothers me, but how much I love the intimacy of the touch.
Get it together, Huang. You're here to do a job.
I let saliva gather in my mouth, letting it drip down his cock and onto his pelvis. Every breath out has become a desperate mewl or whine.
Before he blows, though, I pull him from my mouth.
He's about to protest, but it's drowned out by a moan when I drop my tongue down the crease of his hip and to his rear entrance.
I graze it with my tongue, waiting for a clench, or a protest, or something, but it never comes.
"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod," he chants above me. I slowly pump his sloppy length in my hand as I explore more, tongue fucking his hole. His heels dig into the mattress as his hips lift, chasing the sensation.
"I'm going to come, I'm going to come..." he pants out. His cock thickens in my hand, and I speed up my rhythm, letting him chase that release. His cock pulses and his hips thrust, all while he holds my head to him. I pump him through his orgasm, spurting wave after wave of hot cum onto himself.
When he collapses back to the bed, I remove my hand, knowing his cock has to be over-sensitive right now.
I guess the plug will have to wait until next time.
I lean back onto my heels and watch him as he breathes. I like watching him a little too much. I like admiring him a little too much. I like his trust and attention a little too much. It's a heady, powerful feeling, knowing he loses himself, just for me. That I'm the first and only man to see him like this - touch him like this.
That red warning flag waves itself again.
I clean him up, clean up my hand, and sit on the bed beside him, one leg tucked under the other. I drag my knuckles down his chest, soothingly, as I check the clock. We have half an hour left, and I doubt he'll be able to rebound that quickly, but still, I wait.
When his breathing evens out, and he blinks his hazy blue eyes at me, I can't help but smile.
"You've got half an hour. How would you like to spend that time?"
A flash of something crosses his face, but it's gone before I can process what it was.
After a moment, he replies. "Can I touch you?"
"Of course, scoot over," I say, swatting at his hip.
I lay on my back, one arm bent, with my head resting on my forearm. I watch as his gaze snags on my bicep and he licks his lips, heat blanketing his expression.
He lazily takes in my entire body, clad in only my black boxer briefs. His Adam's apple bobs when he sees that I'm hard for him. He shifts onto his knees and rests a shaking hand on my pec.
"God, you're beautiful," he whispers reverently.
I raise an eyebrow at him, and he stumbles. "I-I-I mean. Your skin against mine it's... it's beautiful."
A tease is on the tip of my tongue, but the raw emotion in his eye has me biting it off.