Page 35 of Butterfly

A fist struck the door.

“You two alright in there?”

Teddy pulled his face away to grunt.

“And you, Oliver?”

He panted, eyes fluttering as he recovered from the onslaught. His hole twitched at the lack of Teddy. He might’ve only pulled away for a few seconds, but Ollie felt neglected.

Teddy lay down next to him, stroking Ollie’s hair. Then he lightly tapped Ollie’s chin.

“Oliver—”

“I’m fine,” he said to the officer, doing his best to mask his fury at being interrupted. “I was sleeping, that’s all.”

Teddy laughed into Ollie’s ear.

“We should have you out of there in twenty.”

Ollie folded his brow, wishing the words weren’t true. Teddy stroked his sweaty hair, petting him softly.

“I don’t want it to end.”

Teddy smiled, gazing at Ollie.You are so good for me.

“Thank you,” Ollie whispered.

Thank you for saying that, thank you for turning me to putty with your mouth, thank you for thinking I’m precious.

Good boy.

Teddy cupped Ollie’s chin again, lifting his head. He shoved the pillow aside and took its place, kneeling in front of Ollie’s face. Teddy’s cock was bigger than Ollie’s, thicker too, with silky soft foreskin and a shiny red tip.

Ollie opened his mouth for it, looking up at Teddy through his lashes.

That’s it, baby.

Teddy had never pointed the word out to Ollie in the dictionary, but Ollie found the idea of the word hot, and his brain connected dots that weren’t always there. Teddy called him baby, and love, and even once, soulmate. It was romantic nonsense, but when Teddy got him like this, like he was clinging on to reality, those were the words he heard.

He didn’t feel real anymore. He was fuzzy, and soft around the edges, warm to the point he thought he might melt away.

Ollie didn’t suck; he pushed his mouth down Teddy’s shaft until it was so deep he couldn’t breathe. Teddy curled over his back, and there was warmth and comfort all along Ollie’s spine. Fingers found Ollie’s hole, not one or two, but what felt like countless, all stroking, stretching, and pushing inside.

Ollie knew he’d be able to take Teddy’s cock. He’d taken all of his fingers.

They slipped in and out of him, then rubbed and curled.

He wanted Teddy’s cock. He’d told him so, not just in the heat of sex, but outside of it too.

But the reply he got was,No rush.

Ollie would’ve begged him for it if his mouth wasn’t full.

Teddy played with his hole, jabbing and poking like he really was just a toy for his personal use. He stroked Ollie’s prostate, making it flutter and throb. He wouldn’t drag it out too long, not with Ollie holding his breath, but the longer he played, the more light-headed Ollie became, the closer he got to coming.

It wasn’t a need anymore; it was a human right, a law, and if Teddy denied him, he’d be the cruellest man alive.

Teddy used two fingers on Ollie’s prostate to send him hurtling over the edge.

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