Page 29 of Perfect Matcha
“All right. First extra-credit question. What’s another word for perineum?”
Theo smiled and pressed the toy inside his ass. It was an easy enough slide, and he could tell immediately that the shape was specifically crafted so the curved head would rest against his prostate.
“Still okay?” Camden asked.
Theo nodded. The silicone cord connected to the cock ring was nestled against his balls, and his heart seemed to be beating in the head of his cock.
“Turn it on when you’re ready.”
With his eyes closed, Theo felt disconnected from reality, like Camden was only a voice in the room. That was, until Camden brushed a lock of hair off Theo’s forehead, his fingers lingering at Theo’s brow.
Theo was slammed back into his body, into the moment. He opened his eyes and pressed the button.
“Fuck. Taint.” Theo’s mouth fell open, and he arched his neck, digging the back of his head into the mattress.
Camden’s hand traveled to Theo’s cheek, cupping it. “What did you just say?”
“I … Oh God … I answered your exam question.”
“Oh.” Camden chuckled. “Extra credit for you. Ten points.”
“Only ten? Should be at least …Jesus Christ on a bike, Camden.”
“That’s Professor Ray to you.”
Theo laughed and rolled closer to Camden so they were facing each other.
The buzz against his prostate was mind-numbingly good. Theo liked to be fucked, but it had never equated to such consistent stimulation, especially since most of his experiences were with strangers or minor acquaintances who didn’t exactly take the time to get to know his body.
And then there was Freddie, who, well … He didn’t want to think about Freddie right now. At all.
Theoknew his own body. That was the important thing. He knew instinctively that if he clenched, it would increase the pressure and intensity. He shivered.
“That’s it, Theo,” Camden whispered.
Theo let his gaze roam over Camden. He loved the way their bodies looked together. His pale skin and lean figure next to Camden’s tan skin and jacked muscles. His longer, thinner cock next to Camden’s fat, uncut one.
It would be even better if they were pressed close, but he was too scared to move that extra foot and some change. Or, maybe he wasn’t desperate enough yet. It was getting close, though.
The vibration against his prostate, combined with the cock ring, was making his whole lower half throb in anticipation. His balls felt full and achy and his dick hard and almost painfully sensitive. He should jerk off. His body was begging him to do something besides let it hang there in suspended arousal.
But he could also smell Camden’s fresh sweat. He could feel the heat from Camden’s skin and the brush of his labored breaths. Neither of them moved, but their cocks strained toward each other like magnets trying to find their opposite poles.
Theo whined and writhed a bit closer.
“What do you need, Theo?” Camden whispered, his voice soft and secret, just between them. He’d dropped the flimsy role-play act.
“You feel good,” Theo managed through gritted teeth. His arousal was getting dire now. A gossamer thread of pre-come slipped from his tip.
“You’re not touching me,” Camden said. “How do I feel good?”
They’d already jumped, hopped, and skipped over too many lines to count, and Theo should have been scared to step over another, but he wasn’t. His brain was too muddled with endorphins and Camden’s perfect scent to think about repercussions.
“Youwillfeel good … When I get up the nerve to touch you.”
Their eyes met, and they seemed to move as one.
Theo went for a kiss because he suddenly couldn’t imaginenotkissing Camden, but Camden ducked his head and placed his mouth at Theo’s throat.
