Page 36 of Butterfly

Cum shot from Ollie’s cock onto the duvets beneath.

When Ollie came, he hummed, a pleasured intake of breath in his throat. Teddy’s cock blocked the way, but air still rushed down Ollie’s nose and through the edges of his slack mouth. It couldn’t do anything but build pressure around Teddy’s cock.

Teddy shuddered, and then he was coming too, letting his release go right down Ollie’s throat.

The first time Teddy’s cum had hit the back of his mouth, Ollie had choked.

The same thing happened the second time…and the third.

He’d been so frustrated by his inability to control his gag reflex he’d bought a bottle of water from the canteen just so he could practise squirting it at the back of his throat.

Teddy had caught him red-handed; Ollie had explained what he was doing, and then Teddy had taken control of the bottle. It was the same action he’d been doing, the sudden squeeze to the bottle where it rested on his bottom lip, but the difference was Teddy was there, Teddy was watching, Teddy took care of him.

His expression warned,Here it comes.

Ollie had spluttered.

His kind eyes had said,Have another try.

Ollie had been more prepared for the sensation and only coughed once.

An encouraging nod had spoken the words,You’re getting it, Ollie.

Teddy squeezed the bottle hard. Ollie took it. Hell, he groaned as he did, caught by the heat in Teddy’s gaze.

Ollie read the smile on Teddy’s lips as,Good boy.

Teddy did it again and again until Ollie got it, and his cock was so hard from the looks of praise that it hurt.

He’d been rewarded by Teddy sinking to his knees and sucking him off while Ollie crushed the bottle in his hand. Teddy’s warm mouth over him while all he could think about was how good he’d been sent him crashing over the edge within seconds.

Ollie could now take Teddy’s cock; in fact, it was Teddy who had to pull it out of him when Ollie’s world began to blacken at the edges. He would’ve fallen unconscious on his cock if Teddy would’ve let him. The feel of it, not being able to breathe and knowing Teddy’s big cock was causing the blockage, elongated Ollie’s orgasm. He got high on the lack of oxygen. He got high on Teddy.

Ollie eased small breaths in and out. Teddy’s cock had gone, and he rested the side of his cheek on Teddy’s thigh as he remembered how to breathe.

Teddy narrowed his eyes when Ollie finally had the strength to look up.

He crossed his arms to fully drive home the message that he wasn’t happy with Ollie trying to kill himself on his cock.

“I’m sorry,” Ollie murmured. “It just feels so good.”

Teddy sighed, relaxing the warning look on his face. He ruffled Ollie’s hair, then helped him to sit up. Head rush had Ollie falling back, but Teddy caught him and hauled him close. He pulled the duvet up around him and wrapped him up in his arms.

Ollie dozed, happy, content, head on Teddy’s chest.

He groaned in annoyance when the lock clunked. The officer pushed the door open an inch, then moved on to the next cell.

“They could’ve given us more time, you know, another few hours…”

Teddy snorted by Ollie’s ear. He got to his feet, then helped Ollie up. They dressed. Teddy’s gaze was on him the whole time, soft and awed.

“Stop it,” Ollie said with a pout, covering Teddy’s eyes. “It’s too much when you look at me like that.”

Ollie’s heart felt different when he did, like it skipped beats.

Teddy slipped Ollie’s hand from his eyes to his mouth and kissed his palm.

The look wasgood boy, andbaby, andloveandsoulmate, except it wasn’t…not really.

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