Page 43 of Spencer's Satisfaction
“Is that okay?” Tony asks in return, almost timidly. “It’s not too close to me being little?”
Obviously, we’ve discussed sex during little space before, but never like this. Never while we’re being intimate, and I’m still warmed that he’s concerned about my limits. Nevertheless, I shake my head. “Nope. But you know it’s not a trigger for me. I’ve just struggled to get into it when my partner’s Little. I like doing adult things with other adulty adults.” I hesitate for only a second before I add, “But if you ever wanted to try it, it wouldn’t provoke an anxiety attack or anything. It really is more a soft limit than a hard one. And, baby, you don’t have to keep checking in on me…but it’s super sweet that you are.”
Understanding lights his eyes, then a bit of relief follows. “Okay. That’s good to know.” He smiles shyly, looking up at me through lowered lashes. “I just want you to be as comfortable as you make me feel.”
This beautiful, beautiful man.
Not knowing quite how to respond to such an amazing sentiment, I grab a few of my thankfully lofty pillows and get them positioned under my left arm, then crook my finger, inviting Tony to get comfy.
He lies sideways over my stretched out legs, his own stretched over the mattress to my right on a slight angle towards the foot of the bed. I cradle him with my left arm like I did on the couch and brush his hair out of his face again with my right.
“At your own pace,” I remind him gently. “We don’t have to -ohhh!”
With his beautiful dark eyes closed, he’s started showering my left pec with open mouthed kisses, lapping at the skin with tiny kitten licks that send pleasant tingles through my body. Then he latches onto my nipple and the surrounding flesh, suckling with the same practiced, almost lazy rhythm he used on the bottle and his pacifier.
Electricity zips and zaps at my nerve endings. In my pajama pants, my cock becomes rock hard when he starts making little satisfied sounds. He’s got his free hand on my other pec, squeezing and kneading the skin under his palm.
“Oh, Tony,angel, that feels amazing,” I babble, trying not to thrust up in search of friction. I don’t want to ruin this moment for him just because my dick is demanding attention.
“Mmmhmmm,” he agrees, then starts moving his own hips.
A glance down confirms that he’s just as hard as I am, tenting the front of his own pajama bottoms. I imagine the training pants beneath are catching his pre-cum better than the thin cotton of my boxer briefs, where I can feel a wet spot growing.
“Stroke yourself, Anthony,” the urgent instruction surprises both of us, and his eyes open wide to meet my gaze, though he doesn’t cease his nursing. I grin. “Show me how you like to be touched.”
He groans around my nipple and the sound vibrates through my now sensitive little nub. If that wasn’t enough to make my dick ache, watching as he slides his hand off my chest and down to the front of his pants. He shuffles awkwardly as he tugs them down over his hips and ass one-handedly. Then he reluctantly pulls away from my chest with an audible wetpopto tug the clothing all the way off.
I gasp when he returns to his activities, bringing his hot mouth back to my nipple, which has been cooling in the night air during the few short seconds he took to take off his pants. He smirks around my little pink bud, then closes his eyes again, losing himself in his enjoyment again.
I don’t know where to look when his hand travels down his front -still covered in the soft material of his t-shirt- and then grasps his flushed, leaking cock.
I want to see the pleasure on his face, but Ididask him to show me how he likes to be stroked. It would be rude not to pay attention.
Tony grips his shaft and uses his thumb to swipe at the pre-cum dribbling out of his purpled head. He uses it as lube, spreading it over his thick shaft, slowly gliding his fist down and back up the flush-darkened skin. He twists his wrist on every other upstroke, unable to hold back his little grunts and groans of pleasure. I feel every sound around my nipple.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I tell him, clenching my free hand into the bedsheets at my side. I could reach into my pants and jerk myself off, but I don’t want to be distracted from the performance he’s putting on for me.
He offers me a pleased little moan in response.
Then he takes his hand off his dick and fondles his own balls, teasing them and the skin of his taint with light, tickling motions with his fingers. It’s all I can do not to black out, able to imagine those same fingers touching me that way. Imagining the way they would dance over the soft skin of my balls, the featherlight touches warring with the firm suction of his mouth on my nipples or, hopefully one day, cock.
More pre-cum spills over his throbbing erection and he gathers it up with his fingers and spreads his thighs, reaching even lower between them.
“Oh, fuck, Tony.”
I can’t see his fingers teasing his own hole, but I’m entranced by the movement of his wrist and hand, disappearing between his legs. He writhes, his cock brushing his own forearm while he works himself open.
The nursing at my chest has turned into hard sucking that I’m pretty sure will leave an impressive hickey. I plan on wearing it with pride, because it’s going to remind me of this scene for days.
On another deep, reverberating moan, Tony tears his mouth from my skin and begs, “Oh, God, Spencer.Fuck. Touch me, Daddy, please. I’m so close. I need…I need…”
“I know what you need, baby,” I answer, my voice matching his with tightness and desperation. “Daddy’s got you.”
He whimpers when I bring up my free hand and wrap it around his weeping cock. His fingers are still buried in his ass, which is no mean feat considering he only used a little bit of pre-cum for lube. He fucks up into my fist and I twist on every other upstroke just like he did, and then he’s shouting and coming hard, spurts of his release coating my hand, and landing on his chest and also mine.
With his shirt already soiled, I use it to wipe my hand and drag the hem down to mop over what I can reach of his softening cock and the splashes on my chest.
“That was beautiful, sweetheart,” I tell him, honestly. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”
