Justin came home with me that evening with a brand-new Nintendo Switch console. He was giddy with excitement, and could hardly put it down long enough to take off his backpack and shirt so that I could help him disconnect the nutrition pack from his central line. I got him to sit still just long enough to push the saline through and cap the port, and then he went right back to playing “Breath of the Wild.”
“Okay, Little Moon,” I said as I pulled the tags off his new pajama set; he’d chosen black silk as his new favorite, though his father had insisted that hew get a few, not just one, “before you get too far into that, let’s get some more food in you.”
“Okay,” he said, already focused on his game. “I’m so hungry!”
I brought him one of his new favorites: a toasted bagel with avocado and grilled chicken and Swiss cheese (and of course, a bowl of blueberries). He pretty much devoured it in the time it took me to get the console connected to the television so that we could both play together.
Justin switched out the game, and we spent at least an hour laughing together as we tried to run and jump through the first few levels. He’d never owned a contemporary console before; the best he’d ever had was an old Super Nintendo, which only worked part of the time and needed frequent cleaning. It had once been Raymond’s, and as nice as it was to give his son a gaming console, Ms. Anderson had often complained that what they really needed was money for rent or new clothes. He’d bring by random new game cartridges now and then, only a fraction of which actually held Justin’s attention– and that was if they worked.
Raymond knew that buying things for him didn’t make up for all the years of irresponsibility– Justin would never forget all those years of struggling and neglect; he just wanted to do something nice now that he could. Far be it from me to prevent Justin from having something nice, especially considering how I wanted to one day make enough money to get him the newest console on the market. I loved to see him smiling and excited. He squirmed on my lap as we played, sometimes laughing when his character fell off of a ledge.
“I should have to kiss you every time I fall,” he suggested after a while, laying a kiss on my forehead.
“Oh really? Wouldn’t that make you start falling on purpose, just so you could kiss me more?”
His cheeks flushed. “Hmmmm, you’re right, I didn’t think that one through. I was just trying to think of a way to make sure we still kissed often enough even when we’re playing.”
“Ah, so you want an excuse to kiss me more?”
“You would, too, if you had a hot guy with gorgeous long hair letting you sit in his lap.”
I smirked. “I’m hot, am I?”
“Oh yeah. You should probably take off your shirt to cool off.” He set down the game controller and started unbuttoning my shirt.
“You have a one-track mind, don’t you, Little Moon?” I chuckled.
“It has a few tracks… food, kisses, vampires…”
“In that order?” I asked, raising a brow.
“Well, I can’t swallow kisses.”
I laughed a little louder. “Mmm… the way you kiss, you certainly try to.”
Justin took away my game controller and straddled my lap. His arms wrapped around my neck. “I like devouring you.”
My hands went to his hips as he leaned in to kiss me. He kissed like he was starved for affection, even though we’d found time throughout the day for making out. But those times had been short, as privacy had been hard to come by. Now he wanted to press his body up against mine, to meld with me, and to never separate.
“Mmmmm… Sweet prince, you’re hard as steel already.”
He nodded, a proud grin crossing his face. “That tends to happen when I’m with someone amazing.”
I felt my cheeks flood with heat. “Well, I appreciate that, but you need to not over-exert yourself. You were exhausted after making love to me the other day.”
“It was worth it. Besides, that’s not what I want to do tonight.”
I checked the clock. “It’s kind of late for me to try stretching you out enough to take me, Little Moon.”
“I know, he murmured as his hands caressed my chest. “I’d rather do that tomorrow, anyway. Tonight, what I really want to do is make you my snack.”
“Oh, you’re already hungry again?”
He nodded eagerly. “Wanna know a secret?”
I rubbed my chin for a moment, pretending to think really hard about it. “I’m terribly curious, Little Moon, but if you tell me, it won’t be a secret anymore.”
Justin giggled, then leaned in close to my ear. “I’m always hungry for you.”
His words warmed me; I cannot deny that. Knowing how much he wanted me made me want to take care of him that much more. My hands went from massaging his hips to massaging his backside. “I think my sweet prince needs more affection.”
He nodded. “And I need to taste you.”
“Anything you want, my prince.”
He clung to me as I got out of the chair and carried him over to the bed. I laid him down gently, and he made himself comfortable while I went to put on music. His arms wrapped around me as soon as I was in the bed next to him. After several minutes of kissing, he rolled me onto my back.
“I love you, Blackthorne,” he told me, then laid kisses down my jaw and neck, and further down, to my chest.
“I love you, too, Little Moon,” I moaned; my neck was very sensitive.
I breathed in sharply when his tongue lapped at my nipple; it wasn’t even the first time, but my body kept reacting to him like it was. I loved the way his hands caressed me, the way his fingertips explored the hills and valleys of my muscles, and especially the way he’d lick my belly to feel how hard it was. He kissed around my navel, then further down, tugging on my pajama bottoms as he descended.
“Oh Blackthorne, you smell so good!”
Of course he would think that. He had a weak spot for musk and for my scent in general, so once he pulled my pants off and kissed down between my legs, he was pretty much intoxicated.
“You act like you don’t need me down here,” he said between licks and kisses, “but you’re already hard and wet.”
“That’s all your doing.”
He grinned up at me. “I’m glad I have this effect on you. It means I get my treat sooner.”
Justin wrapped his palm around my shaft and stroked it slowly. When he pulled the foreskin away from the head of my dick, he breathed in deeply, then licked up every drop that had leaked out of me. I groaned and reached a hand down to caress his cheek.
“Little Moon– oooooohhhhh… that’s– please, hang on.” He looked up at me through long, dark eyelashes. “Oh, you’re so beautiful! Listen, baby, just don’t overdo it, okay?”
He nodded slightly before diving back down between my legs. My thighs were shoved out of the way so he could get under my balls, and he worked his way back up from there, kissing and licking everything he could find.
“You’re so delicious,” he gasped, then started focusing on licking and sucking my shaft.
I was breathing a lot harder. I could hardly even hold still; I had to, though, so that I didn’t choke him. When his tongue played with the wet slit at the tip, I grabbed a handful of his hair and moaned.
“Oh, yeah!” he cried.
“Are– I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
He gave me an impish grin. “Not in a bad way. I like it, Blackthorne. By the time I have you ready to cum, you’re going to have both hands in my hair.”
I laid my head back on the pillow and let him resume devouring my dick like a hungry animal. He sucked at the tip, then closed his lips around the shaft and worked his way up and down it. That normally would have my hips thrusting deeper into his mouth, but since I couldn’t risk triggering his gag reflex, I settled for grabbing his hair in one hand, the sheets in the other.
“Give me yours.” I begged. “I want to taste you, too.”
“What?” he squeaked. “No, you’ll make me cum. I have to conserve my energy.”
“Please,” I gasped as he went back to licking me.
He grinned. “It’s really sexy when you beg.”
“Little Moon, that’s not fair. I need you.”
He shook his head. “All you need is to feed me your cum.”
I nearly shouted as he took more of me into his mouth. It was so warm and hot and soft, and when he sucked, he sucked hard. He had me completely hard, solid, and throbbing. The way he was working on me, I’d soon be emptying my balls down his throat.
“You taste incredible,” Justin said when he came up for air. “You make a lot of precum.”
“Yeah… because I have a lot of cum getting ready for you.”
“That’s what I like to hear. I’m so hungry for it!” He kissed my belly and said, “Just imagine being inside my tight body tomorrow. Mmmmm… just thinking of having this big thing in me is making me drip.”
I wasn’t going to be able to take much more of that kind of talk. He already had me twitching and throbbing with every touch. The fact was, I did want to be inside him. I’d make love to him every night if that’s what he wanted, but I also knew that Justin had a submissive side, and if I didn’t encourage him to take control sometimes, he would end up only ever bottoming. I didn’t want to only ever top, or be the only one making decisions, and I certainly didn’t want him giving up his autonomy. I needed him to be my equal.
Normally, I wouldn’t take someone as little as Justin to bed; I didn’t want to hurt anyone, and I wasn’t willing to help stretch or train someone I wasn’t fully committed to. Justin was different, though. Not only was I deeply in love with him, and I could trust him with everything there was to know about me, but he was experienced. He didn’t need weeks or months of stretching, and he’d be able to take me with very little effort.
Ever since I’d come to Wyoming, and he’d admitted to falling in love with me, I’d felt more and more that we were made for each other; in a manner of speaking, at least. As his head bobbed up and down and his tongue and lips soaked me, I knew I didn’t ever want to give him up. The way he sucked made my fingers tighten in his hair. I could have grabbed him and made him turn around so that I could pleasure him, too, but I respected his wish to save it for another day. He was too precious to me to do anything less for him.
Justin’s hands cupped my backside. I moaned louder as his fingers squeezed and played with the flesh; I never wanted him to stop touching me. Then his playing turned to spreading me open. His thumbs ventured down into the depths between my legs and massaged the tight, hidden muscle hidden there. He hummed hungrily around my dick when that got him even more precum. He played with my opening, making my heart race as I imagined him sliding into me again. We fit so perfectly together, we pleased one another so well…
It only took a few strokes of his finger inside me to get me to cum. I was screaming his name and filling his throat all at once. His lips kept stroking me in between swallows as though he intended to drain every drop from me. I had a lot to give him, but he drank it down like a starved man even as more and more gushed out. It seemed to take forever for my gasping and moaning to quiet down, for the spasms to dissipate, but it was more glorious a forever than I could have ever asked for. I didn’t want it to end without being able to give him the same kind of pleasure.
Soon, I told myself. He wanted me inside him, and I’d be able to give him that soon.
“You taste so good,” I heard Justin murmur. He laid his head down between my thigh and my belly, still close to my dick. He caressed the area around it as it relaxed, and also up around my belly.
“Justin…” I gasped, still breathing hard, “You… You are a very talented young man.”
He chuckled softly. “Anybody could have done that.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” I said. “Nobody is as loving and attentive as you are. And nobody enjoys that as much as you just did.”
He grinned and looked up at me with tired eyes. “I want my boyfriend to be happy.”
“Oh, your boyfriend is beyond happy.”
He laughed again. “Good. Then your boyfriend is happy, too.”
I sat up just a little and looked down at him. “Are you going to snuggle that thing all night, or do I get cuddles, too?”
“Well, technically I’d be snuggling you no matter what,” he teased, kissing the softening shaft, “since it’s part of you.”
“All right, come here, baby,” I grabbed him under his arms and pulled him up to lie chest to chest with me. “I like it better like this.”
Justin held me tightly as we kissed. I could taste myself on his tongue, and I loved remembering the image of him devouring my cum as though it was his favorite thing. My body twitched and warmed, tempted to prepare me for more love-making. I had to pull away from the kiss to get myself to calm down.
“I love you, Little Moon,” I whispered, resting my forehead against his.
It didn’t take long for either of us to fall asleep that night. He rested contentedly in my arms, and I was sure that he’d be having pleasant dreams. I certainly did, and I hoped that I would have many more beautiful nights like that with him.