Page 58 of Trevor Takes Care

G.G. was red in the face. A whine slipped from him.

“Now that I know you, I don’t just think about that. I think about all those people you must have subbed for and bottomed for.” Trevor let G.G. have his thumb. G.G. started to suck it with a grateful noise and his eyes still trained on Trevor’s. “I pictured you kneeling like this, and speared open, and overflowing with come.” Another noise from G.G. that traveled up Trevor’s arm to his chest. “Because I knew you wanted to be filled, isn’t that right, G.G.? Sweet, little Gigi, who’s going to let me fuck his mouth and then kneel there for me like a good boy.”

G.G. strained against Trevor’s hold to try to get Trevor’s entire thumb on his tongue.

Trevor took his hand away.

G.G. panted up at him, gaze so hurt that Trevor nearly forgave him.

But like Sky, G.G. couldn’t be allowed to get away things, even if hewasstarving.

“I don’t like you impatient,” Trevor informed him sharply. “Apologize.”

“I’m sorry.” G.G. was so earnest with it. Taking a moment to frown and form words but then say them clearly. “I’m sorry, Trevor.”

Trevor gave him a soothing pet down the side of his neck. “I know you’ve been waiting a long time. That’s why I’m not going to punish you for that. But if you disobey again, you get nothing. If you kneel for me, you do only what I tell you to do.”

G.G. looked up but didn’t otherwise move. “Yes, Trevor.”

“I will give you what you want,” Trevor promised him quietly. “You’ll learn that and then you won’t worry anymore.”

“Yes, Trevor.” G.G. was sweet and gorgeous, and had probably waited long enough.

Trevor reached for his zipper. “Put your hands behind your back. Be careful of your injury.” The order was easy too. Everything was easier with G.G. watching him dreamily and dying to be used. G.G.’s hands disappeared behind his back, making him sway forward. Trevor took out his cock and jacked it to get fully hard, smugly pleased when G.G. didn’t hide his hungry stare. “Open up.” G.G. wanted to be filled and Trevor could give him that.

The last few years might have left G.G. slightly out of practice, but it was obvious he was experienced. Within a few thrusts, his throat was relaxed and his eyes were closed, soft noises escaping him when Trevor wouldn’t let him move, but no complaints. He’d tensed once at the beginning, his nose in Trevor’s pubes, his fast breathing hitting too close to panicked, so Trevor took to pulling back every so often, leaving his cock in G.G.’s willing mouth but letting him breathe.

Once G.G. was pliable and open again, warmly willing to be drawn forward by his hair to take the length of Trevor’s cock, Trevor slowed down to drag it out, counting to himself, talking, anything to extend the experience and G.G.’s pleasure.

They were in front of the window, he reminded himself, hotter with the realization, as if Trevor wanted an audience too. But of course he did, he thought with the kind of desperate hysteria that came from trying not to come for an achingly long time. Look at the submissive in front of him. If he could get Sky remotely that happy, Trevor would feel like an emperor.

“Look at you.” He was talking, but didn’t stop. G.G. either didn’t mind or liked it, and Trevor’s gaze was fixed on him, so he got to decide which it was as he showered G.G. in flowers and filth. “Look at you getting your face fucked right in front of the window where anyone can see.” Trevor was panting but so was G.G., and the sounds mingled with the sticky wet squelching noises from G.G.’s throat and found the corners of the room the sunlight didn’t reach. “You like that, don’t you, Gigi baby?” G.G.’s eyelids flickered each time Trevor used the nickname. The perfect name for a soon-to-be spoiled poodle. “You like me having you where someone can see? Nancy maybe? Shocked to discover her hero is the slut of the court?”

A whine at last, choked on Trevor’s cock. Trevor eased back to allow G.G. a moment to catch his breath, and then he fucked in again, twisting G.G.’s hair. “Being mine where others can see? Look at you, you gorgeous little cumdump, on your knees, mouth open, happily gagging. Starving for this, weren’t you?” He pulled off though it made him want to whimper the way G.G. did before he fluttered his eyes open and licked spit from his lips. “Weren’t you?” Trevor demanded hoarsely, and barely waited for G.G. to plead, “Yes. Yes, please—” before he thrust back in.

He pulled G.G.’s hair hard enough to leave his scalp sore, drawing him close as he fucked into him a few more times and then came down his throat.

G.G. took it, was eager to, swallowing without a struggle and protesting only when Trevor eased back. His whimpered protest ended when Trevor left his cock in G.G.’s mouth, resting it on G.G.’s tongue as G.G. swallowed again: spit and more come and probably more spit.

G.G.’s eyes stayed closed. He worked his tongue, not teasing, just hungry, but stopped when Trevor tugged his hair again. He settled in place after that, finding his breathe without any fuss or problems.

“Sweet thing,” Trevor praised him. He had to take several moments to even say that. He stroked G.G.’s ear, his wet cheeks and beard, his neck. He swept G.G.’s hair from his forehead and watched G.G.’s peaceful face for any sign of discomfort.

Trevor could leave him there until either his knees complained or Trevor could fuck him again, but Trevor didn’t want to do that to him, mostly for the sake of G.G.’s knees. He also suspected G.G. was hard in his jeans, which had to be painful. But he wasn’t demanding anything, enjoying himself as he was, so Trevor continued to pet him until G.G.’s breathing was close to even. Then he pulled G.G. off his cock.

G.G. listed after him but didn’t whine or object. His eyes slowly drifted open.

“Good,” Trevor told him. “Very good so far, baby.”

Trevor gave the room a glance, the books, the chair, thinking how nice it would be to enjoy one of those books in that chair with G.G. on his cock, spaced out and waiting for instruction while Trevor read. Or maybe readtohim.

Fuck, Trevor was a nerd.

But he guessed G.G. was used to longer sessions and could take it. And he had years to make up for.

So Trevor put a hand to G.G.’s hot cheek to keep G.G.’s eyes on him and ensure he was listening. “I’m going to move you. Do you need help up?”

It took a few seconds for G.G. to manage a bemused frown, so Trevor said, “Stand up and come here.” He led the way to the cushioned armchair a foot at a time, staying close in case G.G. needed help, shoving the purple ottoman out of his way and taking the throw pillow when G.G. forgot it.

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