Eric could only answer by sucking more of him into his mouth, straining his neck to reach. His fingers twitched with the need to touch him, but he obediently left them on the pillow.
“Fuck, this is better than I even pictured it. You love taking my dick like this, don’t you? Love having nothing to do but suck me.”
Eric moaned his agreement. He did love this. It should probably feel weird, or degrading, but it actually felt...peaceful. His brain was quiet. There were no pressures, no team depending on him, no scary life-changing decisions to make. There was just Kyle, and the need to please him.
He still had limited experience when it came to cocksucking, but Eric had always been a quick study. He flicked his tongue over the head in a way that Kyle had seemed to love last time.
“That’s good, baby. That’s fucking incredible,” Kyle babbled. His fingers tightened in Eric’s hair, and then released him.
Eric was distantly aware of some noises, but he ignored them, too focused on his task to try to guess what they were. He could taste salty drops of precum, and he heard Kyle suck in a breath and swear softly. Then, Kyle pulled away, leaving him empty. Drool leaked out of the corner of Eric’s mouth, but he couldn’t wipe it away. He rolled to his back, frustrated.
A slick hand wrapped around his cock, unexpected and ruthless. Stroking him hard and fast, and Eric could only gasp and swear and jerk his hips. He knew Kyle would stop before he came. He knew there was no way Kyle would go to the trouble of restraining and blinding him if he was going to end things so quickly. But Eric’s body didn’t care. It optimistically thrust into Kyle’s tight fist, seeking release. It was so close—rightthere.Eric could feel it pulsing inside him, huge and inevitable. Just a little more coaxing and it would surge out of him.
Kyle stopped, of course. Eric swore loudly as his cock twitched helplessly in the air above his stomach, seeking any kind of friction.
“Roll over,” Kyle instructed, his tone not showing any sympathy. “On your knees.”
Eric did as he was told immediately. He rested his forehead on the mattress between his forearms, his hands still linked together above his head, as if he was positioning himself in child’s pose. He lifted his ass in the air, shivering at how exposed and vulnerable he felt.
“Your ass is a fucking masterpiece, Eric,” Kyle said. He smoothed a palm over one cheek, then pressed his lips there. “And these thighs. Fuck.”
Without warning, a slick finger glided over Eric’s hole, and Eric hissed into the mattress.
“You want me to go deeper this time?” Kyle asked. “You ever had your prostate stroked?”
“Not—not by someone else.” Eric had only attempted it himself a few times, and, flexible as he was, it had been difficult to apply the pressure he’d wanted there. He had a feeling Kyle would be able to give him exactly what he needed.
“Then this is going to be fun.” Kyle massaged Eric’s entrance with steady, circular swipes of the pad of this thumb, holding him still with a firm hand on Eric’s ass cheek. Eric tried to maintain control of his breathing, but it alternated between holding it for too long, then gasping and panting as Kyle worked him open.
Without realizing what he was doing, he bucked back against Kyle’s finger, wanting him deeper. The increased stretch burned, and Kyle swatted Eric’s ass lightly with his other hand.
“Patience,” he chided. “Just breathe and relax for me.”
“Just like yoga.”
“Exactly. Yoga where you get to come like a fountain at the end.”
Eric laughed, and then moaned as Kyle pressed in deeper.
“Maybe you’ve done that before,” Kyle mused. “Gotten yourself off right there in your yoga studio.”
Eric grunted in response. He certainly hadn’t.
“I’ll bet you’re flexible enough to suck your own dick. You ever tried that?”
“No.”
“There’s something to work on during your retirement.”
“Stop making me laugh,” Eric said, his whole body shaking. He composed himself with a long, slow breath, then just enjoyed the waves of pleasure that rippled through his body as Kyle made his nerve endings sing. It felt wonderful to be taken care of this way, to have everything removed so Eric could only focus on pleasure. He should feel helpless, but instead he felt...safe. Cared for. Loved.
A white-hot burst of pleasure rocketed through Eric when Kyle stroked his prostate. His body lurched forward, as if trying to escape the overwhelming sensation.
“Too much?” Kyle asked gently. He kissed Eric’s shoulder, then his temple. Eric felt his warm breath against his ear. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” Eric rasped. “Don’t stop. Again. Please.”
Kyle kissed the corner of his mouth, then disappeared. A moment later, he had a finger—possibly two—inside Eric again. Relief crashed over Eric, breaking over his skin and flooding his insides. Kyle was with him, inside him, right where Eric needed him. Giving him what Eric had craved for over two weeks. He worked Eric’s prostate, sending jolt after jolt of sharp pleasure through Eric’s trembling body.