Page 28 of Butterfly

Teddy sucked in his bottom lip, then let it go with a pop.

“I have no idea what that means,” Ollie murmured.

A rumble of amusement left Teddy as he shook out the match, dropping darkness over them.

He lowered himself on top of Ollie but used his forearms on either side of Ollie’s head to hold up most of his weight. His mouth met Ollie’s again, sucking and licking until Ollie opened up again and let him kiss with his tongue. It was hot, and slick, pressing into Ollie’s mouth, filling him up and tasting him.

Teddy didn’t just kiss, he devoured.

He rubbed his hard cock over Ollie’s softer one until it was back at full mast.

The thought of sex had both scared and excited him, and that confusion had taken away his arousal, but now he knew he didn’t have to worry, that sex was for another day, his cock hardened. He could feel the weight of Teddy’s cock, the heat of it, the pressure of it grinding down on him.

It felt good, almost too good.

He tore his mouth away from Teddy’s. “Keep this up, and I’ll be coming in my pyjamas.”

Teddy chuckled, then sat back on his knees to tug up Ollie’s T-shirt. He didn’t try to remove it, just pulled it up to Ollie’s armpits.

“What are you doing?”

Teddy pinched a nipple in reply.

Ollie jumped his back from the floor, gasping at the unnecessary sting.

He was about to tell Teddy he didn’t like it but was grateful he hadn’t when Teddy soothed the sensitive nub with his mouth. He licked broad strokes over it until it was tingling, then gave the other nipple the same harsh and gentle treatment.

He kept it up, pinching and soothing.

Every time it stung, a shot of pleasure went straight to Ollie’s cock.

“I might come from this,” he admitted softly.

Teddy kissed from Ollie’s collarbone down to the top of his pyjama bottoms, making his intentions obvious.

“Oh…you’re going to…” Ollie swallowed. “You want to do that to me?”

Teddy made a wounded sound that suggested he very much wanted to pleasure Ollie that way.

Ollie worried it might not live up to expectations. It might not feel as good, or he might explode in Teddy’s face at the touch of a single breath against his cock.

Teddy pulled Ollie’s pyjamas down, exposing his cock to the cold air of the cell. At first, Ollie thought that chill was a blessing, but all it did was make Teddy’s mouth feel even more intense when he slid it down on his cock.

“Oh,” Ollie managed. He spluttered. “That feels…”

Incredible.

Teddy was sucking his cock, and it felt incredible.

Ollie tentatively gripped Teddy’s shoulder, not wanting to interrupt or change what Teddy was doing to him, but needing to touch. His eyes fluttered, and his mouth fell slack.

“Oh,” he breathed, stiffening his thighs, “I get it now, I really get it.”

He was babbling, drunk with it. Everyone outside of the cell thought he was quiet, shy, but he couldn’t be like that in the cell with Teddy. He had to fill the silences; he had to explain. Teddy told him he liked that he did. It helped him understand more; it strengthened their relationship.

“That feels so good. It’s the heat, and it’s the wetness, and it’s that pressure, that tugging… It’s nothing like my hand.”

Teddy pulled off and sucked Ollie back into his mouth.

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