Page 53 of Butterfly

Teddy pushed Ollie’s hips down, impaling him on his cock. He reached for Ollie’s cock, and jerked him until he was coming, striping Teddy’s chest with his release. Ollie crashed forward, pressing his face into Teddy’s throat. He looked down at the cum dripping down Teddy’s chest,hiscum, then stroked it into the hair.

Teddy swept his hands up and down Ollie’s back, rumbling softly in his chest, flexing his hips as if he was trying his hardest not to.

Ollie snorted against him. “You can keep going.”

He looked up in time to see the ‘thank fuck’ expression on Teddy’s face, then Teddy resumed manhandling him, lifting and pulling down, using Ollie like a fleshlight.

The thought made Ollie shiver.

He loved being used by Teddy, and from the way Teddy shuddered and shook as he came, he loved using him too.

He shifted, still inside Ollie and pushed him down to the bed.

Ollie smiled as they kissed. “Again?”

Teddy nodded, then sucked a mark into Ollie’s neck.

He pinned Ollie’s wrists to the pillow, pressing down his weight onto Ollie’s chest. Ollie bit his lip at the sticky chest hair dragging over his skin.

He closed his eyes and got to experience what it was like to be worshipped, to be made love to.

Nonsense words.

Cliché.

But he couldn’t get enough of them all the same.

8

“It’slikebuses,”Ianannounced as he hovered at the end of the table, letter in hand. “You wait and you wait, and then the floodgates open.”

Ollie smiled as he took the envelope.

“I’m pretty sure buses don’t travel on water,” Green murmured. “Barges would’ve been a better choice of words.”

Ian shook his head. “But that’s not the saying, is it?”

Jack looked up from where he was cutting Green’s sausage. Green had announced the skins were impossible to cut through, and Jack made it his day’s mission to prove him wrong.

“Neither is what you said, and I’d hardly say two letters is the floodgates opening.”

Ian shrugged and moved on to the next table.

“There,” Green said, glancing at the sausages that had been torn to pieces rather than cut. “Now do you want me to feed it to you, darling?”

Jack squinted. “If you don’t mind.”

“Piece by piece or do you think you can take it all in one go?” Green asked.

“If I could’ve taken it all in one go, I would’ve. You know that.”

Jonesy dropped his fork. “I’ve lost my appetite.”

Green laughed. “Lighten up, would you?”

“You two are one hundred per cent gnashing each other off.”

“Gnashing?” Green repeated. “I mean, we’re one hundred per cent not, but gnashing? Seriously?”

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