Page 34 of Butterfly

Teddy lifted two fingers.

“Two days? Two weeks?” Ollie swallowed hard. “Two years?”

Teddy nodded.

“Can I ask why it didn’t work out?” Ollie gestured to the cell. “Unless it’s obvious.”

Teddy bit his lip. His eyes searched empty space like he was deciding what to say. He slumped, then pointed out the wordJealousy.

“Jealousy,” Ollie repeated.

Ollie glanced at Teddy’s lips, pressed in a firm line. The conversation was over.

“I’m sorry.” Ollie ducked his head. “First love and all that. It must’ve sucked.”

Teddy exhaled hard from his nose, thenpicked up Ollie’s hands and showered his knuckles with kisses. His eyes were big, round, searching, needing Ollie to look at him again.

Ollie did.

Teddy sighed in relief and went back to the dictionary.

Tell your boyfriend what you want.

Ollie’s lip twitched, but his voice wouldn’t come.

Teddy searched the dictionary.Use your words.

What did Ollie want Teddy to do to him? Everything he’d done the night before, preferably every day if he was allowed to be greedy. He had a feeling Teddy would let him be greedy.

“I…I want you to take control, decide what we do and when we do it. I want you to use me like a toy.” He scrunched his eyes shut. “Not in a horrible way, treat me like your favourite toy, get pleasure from playing with me, but don’t ever break me or swap me for a shinier toy.”

I will take care of you. Teddy frowned, then added more.Regardless of sex. I will take care.

“I believe you.”

Teddy beamed a smile, then pointed at the wordBreakfast.

“Right now?” Ollie complained. “The least you could do is give me five minutes to calm myself down.”

Teddy laughed, then nodded.

Six weeks later, and during their twenty-sixth lockdown, Ollie was on all fours on the floor of their cell. His knees were cushioned by duvets, and he rested the side of his face on a pillow while arching back and keeping his arse lifted into the air.

Weeks ago, he would’ve been mortified in this position, sweating from embarrassment, but Teddy had taught him how good it could feel to be like this and that pleasure outweighed embarrassment every time.

Teddy loved using his mouth on Ollie’s hole. He loved to nibble, and suck, and spear his tongue into Ollie’s tight heat until it wasn’t tight anymore, until it was loose and wet, and ready for the cock that he still hadn’t had.

A week into Ollie’s sexual discovery, Teddy had gone with him to the shower block. He’d shared a cubicle with Ollie and touched his hole for the first time. He swept water around it, rubbed his fingers over the crease, and opened him up, dipping his fingers in and out. Ollie had clung to Teddy’s shoulders, struck mute by sensations. His cock was hard against Teddy’s muscular stomach, leaking across his skin, and he had pressed his face into Teddy’s beard.

Teddy had abruptly shut off the water and grabbed their towels.

Ollie had cursed him, calling him a teasing bastard inside his head, until they were back in the cell and Teddy showed Ollie what he’d really been doing in the shower.

He’d been washing him, getting him clean, so he could blow his mind, and his cock all over the bed, by eating his arse for the first time.

Teddy loved feasting between Ollie’s cheeks, and Ollie found he loved it too. Never having given it much thought, he couldn’t get enough of Teddy’s mouth on his hole, the scratch of the beard, even Teddy inhaling through his nose down there turned him on.

Their current session had been going on for almost an hour. Teddy moaned with enthusiasm, stroking his cock in time with whatever he was doing to Ollie’s hole. He tugged his cock slowly as he lapped, and licked, and when he jerked, fast and furious, he lost himself to Ollie’s arse, eating it while Ollie shuddered and begged.

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