Page 29 of Butterfly

Ollie’s groan was long and satisfied. “It’s so much better than my hand.”

He could count how many times he’d jerked off inside Hollybrook on one hand, and all of those times Teddy had been in the segregation unit.

He always thought it rude to jerk off while Teddy was there too, and he didn’t know if Teddy participated in self-pleasure when Ollie was asleep.

That wasn’t any of his business.

Teddy moaned around him, and Ollie’s balls tightened, tingling with the need to come.

“Fuck,” Ollie groaned, with no hair on Teddy’s head to tug, he pulled at the side of his beard, a warning to ease off or he’d come too soon.

Teddy seemed to understand and relaxed his mouth off Ollie’s cock. He held it in his hand, not pumping but still as he licked and licked, swirling and slapping his tongue.

“Oh my God, Teddy,” Ollie whimpered. He curled his hands into the duvet beneath him. Teddy didn’t leave his cock head alone, tormenting it with every twitch and poke of his tongue.

“You’re going to make me come.”

Which Ollie found out were the magic words to make Teddy stop. He didn’t have time to miss Teddy’s tongue, not when he started pumping Ollie’s cock with his fist, twisting when he got to the head, and rubbing a firm thumb against his glands.

“Holy shit,” Ollie gasped, lifting his head just to thump it back down on the floor.

He hoped it might add some clarity, give him some control of his own body back, but Teddy had taken over completely and all he could think about was how good it felt.

How he wanted Teddy to do everything to him.

“I’m going to—”

Teddy stopped and let Ollie gather himself again.

It was impossible to tell if Teddy was smiling in the pitch-black cell, but Ollie could sense it. He could sense cocky, pleased waves radiating from Teddy at how easily he could play with his new toy.

Toy.

Ollie didn’t know why he thought of himself like that in the moment, an object, a thing to be used for fun, and he didn’t know why that made his blood fizzle and his cock leak.

Teddy gave him a stroke, a lick, then a gentle suck, pausing for a few seconds between each.

Then he waited.

Ollie understood.

Teddy had let him sample all different forms of pleasure available to him that night, and he wanted Ollie to choose.

“I love it all,” he admitted.

Teddy’s amused rumble vibrated against Ollie’s wet thigh. He kissed from one thigh, across Ollie’s navel, down the other.

“It all feels incredible.”

Another stroke, a lick, and suck.

Ollie shivered from head to toe before deciding with a shaky voice, “Suck.”

When Teddy did nothing, Ollie frowned into the darkness.

“I want you to suck my cock. Make me come.”

Teddy’s mouth was over him, around him. The sides of it were like silk, soft and wet, and when he began sucking, Ollie arched his back with a silent scream. Teddy took him deep, so deep it felt like all of Ollie’s cock was encased in heaven. He was moaning too, rumbling with pleasure around Ollie’s cock.

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