Page 20 of Glitter

“I’m vers too, but everyone always assumes I bottom exclusively,” he said, gently grazing his fingers against mine. “Don’t get me wrong, I love a good dicking down, but there’s something to be said for occasionally being the one who’s doing the dicking.”

I pressed a kiss against his shoulder. “I have the opposite problem. Everyone always assumes I top because I’m built like this.”

He pulled away from me just enough to turn around in my arms before draping his arms around my neck. “I like the way you’re built. And if you want me to fuck you tonight, I’m more than happy to. Or you could fuck me. As long as we fuck.” His hands dropped to my ass and playfully gripped my cheeks. Leaning down to run his nose against the edge of my ear, he whispered, “It’s your turn to tell me what you want, pocket bear, but I really want one of us to be inside the other within the next half hour.”

I shuddered, not only at his words, but at the molten heat enveloping me. “Flip fuck?”

A low growl rumbled through him, and he nipped my earlobe. “I like the way you think.” He hauled me closer and ground his groin against mine. Our cocks were still mostly out of our pants and were rapidly thickening against each other again. “You want to go first?”

Shaking my head, my fingers danced up his torso, undoing every button they came across before I eased his shirt off hisshoulders. “I want to feel your thick, gorgeous cock stretch me after I’ve already come.”

The very idea of him entering me while I was still blissed out from coming inside him made my head spin and my cock throb, already impatient to get started. The added benefit, I hoped, was that I’d be so relaxed from coming that I’d have an easier time of stretching myself. It’d been over a decade since I’d last bottomed, and though I missed it more than anyone knew, a small part of me was anxious that I’d be too tight to let Blue inside me. Coming first would give me the best chance at relaxing enough to take him.

He moaned and covered my lips with his in a scorching kiss that made my toes curl. “That can certainly be arranged.”

We traded sloppy kisses as I shuffled Blue backwards until his legs collided with the edge of my bed, our hands groping each other wherever we could reach. I dipped my hands underneath his pants to slide them down his slim legs, only to realize that he had the daintiest pair of black lace panties on that I’d ever felt, let alone seen.

The material hadn’t registered with me earlier, but the fragile embroidery felt so delicate underneath my fingertips that I pulled back to look down, even though every instinct roared at me to tear them apart.

Blue must have felt my hesitation as he stiffened against me and leaned back as far as he could with the edge of the bed behind him, trying to separate us even further. “Yes, I like to wear lace,” he said with a hint of steel entering his voice. “Is that a problem?”

“Oh, God no.” My eyes widened and immediately rose to search for his, even as my fingertips reached out, eager to trace the floral edging. “I didn’t want to damage them, that’s all.” I breathed a little easier when the tension in his shoulders eased, and my avid attention returned to the flimsy material, eventhough I was saddened to see that his cock had lost a lot of its excitement from only moments ago. “In fact…” I dropped to my knees in front of him, my mouth already salivating at the thought of getting up close and personal with the black lace sitting snugly against his skin. “Can I…?”

Hesitantly, he nodded, watching me carefully as I traced the scalloped edges close to the top of his thighs with my fingertips. Random flowers and leaves flowed around his legs, with white dots providing contrast to the otherwise all black design. His half-hard cock was still peeking through the manufactured opening, and I longed to see what he looked like with everything tucked away where it should be.

His breath hitched when I carefully slipped his cock back in the pouch, my knuckles softly caressing his shaft through the material, making it twitch. My fingers traced the designs until I could lay my palms gently against each side, my thumbs gliding up and down the lace.

“So beautiful,” I murmured, my eyes drowsily lifting to meet his. “So perfect.”

Blue slowly dragged his bottom lip along his teeth, nerves obviously still plaguing him. The sight of his tongue darting out to lick his lips lit a fire inside me enough for me to lean forward and mouth at his cock through the lace, my eyes never leaving his. A low moan rocked through him as his hands drifted to my head. “Oh, God…”

“Let me take care of you,” I pulled back just enough to say, repeating my words from earlier, each one filled with such longing and desire for the man in front of me. I wondered if he could hear how hard my heart was thumping from the want of him.

Biting his lip, he nodded, his eyes half lidded. One hand moved down my face to cup my jaw, his thumb running through my beard, making me close my eyes briefly at the tender feel of hiscaress. The other stayed on my head, letting me lean into his touch, reveling in the trust he was showing me.

The more I nosed and mouthed at his cock, the harder he became, but he resisted applying any pressure on my head to guide me, instead letting me run the show. My fingers grasped at his sides, rhythmically clenching then releasing, careful not to damage the lace beneath them.

I whined when I felt his hands leave my head, and I pulled back to cast a beseeching look his way, wanting to know what I’d done wrong.

Shaking his head, Blue chuckled to himself and pointedly looked down at his hands, where his thumbs had tucked into each side of his waistband, before he gave a little wiggle and slowly pushed his lace panties down his legs.

With each inch that he revealed, I wanted him more; I wanted to be inside of him more. He was this perfect balance of fragility and steely determination that set my soul on fire with need. Softness and hardness competing at all times, always keeping me guessing. Once he’d pushed his panties down to mid-thigh, I took over, carefully sliding them down his silken legs, past his knees until I tapped at each ankle to request that he lift each foot. Once he was clear, I brought his panties to my nose, scrunching them loosely in my palms to inhale his scent, my eyelids falling closed unbidden.

“Holy fuck, Henry.” Blue’s voice was pure gravel, his previous hesitation long gone. “You like that? You really like my lace?”

“Mm,” I hummed happily, my nose still huffing at the slip of material in my hands. His scent, mixed with the feel of such delicate material, was overwhelming to me.

His hands found their way back to my head, cupping my jaw to lift my face so he could see my expression better. “Oh, God, you really do, don’t you?”

The look of wonder on his face as I nodded rapidly was a joy to behold. Oh, how I wanted nothing more than to do whatever I could to keep that look on his face forever.

“Come here, pocket bear,” he murmured, guiding me up.

Holding his panties tight to my closed mouth so I could continue to inhale his delicious scent, I rose to my feet, careful not to drop them unceremoniously on the floor. They were too delicate for that. They needed to be looked after, just like Blue himself.

The corner of his lips turned up; his amusement clear to see. “Now you’re the one wearing too many clothes.”

I jolted when I realized he was right. Although he was standing gloriously naked in front of me, I still had on my ratty t-shirt and boxers. My attention had been so caught up with his lingerie that it never occurred to me I should have been getting undressed as well.

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