“No,” I replied. “I want people to see it.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want anyone else to think they have a chance with you,” I continued. “Not while you’re hooking up with me.”
Morgan looked like he was going to say something in response, but I cut him off with another kiss. I felt his cock get harder in my hand at the same time, and I smiled to myself, happy to know that I had that effect on him.
I brought my hand up to my mouth, making sure that Morgan’s eyes were solely on me. I licked a long stripe from my wrist to my fingertips before I shot my hand back down to Morgan’s shaft and started to pump his cock yet again.
“Harrison…” Morgan moaned my name as he threw his head back against the couch. “Fuck…”
I continued stroking Morgan’s cock, wanting to send him over the edge, wanting to see what he looked like when he was lost in bliss. And eventually, I got what I wanted as Morgan’s breaths seemed to come out at a stuttering pace, and his eyes suddenly came to a close.
I felt Morgan finish against my fingers, his come coating each digit. And as Morgan opened his eyes, I bent down to kiss him, not giving him a moment to breathe.
I couldn’t help it. I wanted him.
My own cock throbbed behind my jeans as I thought about being inside of him.
“Wait…” Morgan slightly pushed me away from him, breaking off our kiss. “Can I… can I touch you, too?”
I nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence, my thoughts so filled with the idea of sliding my cock into Morgan.
Morgan shifted away from me, moving off the couch. He took in a deep breath before he got on his knees, crouching down right in front of me.
I stilled for a second as my brain worked out what Morgan wanted to do to me.
I switched positions, bringing my feet to rest against the apartment floor as I sat up straight on the couch. I took the liberty of unzipping my fly, feeling weird about the possibility of Morgan doing all the work. I reached for the hem of my jeans next as I pulled them down towards my lower thighs. I did the same thing with my boxers, adjusting them until they were successfully out of the way.
And when I looked back down at Morgan, he was quietly staring at my bare cock.
“What?” I asked, concerned that he was either disappointed or unimpressed.
“Nothing.” Morgan shook his head. “You’re just…”
“Just what?”
“…Big,” Morgan continued. “You’re just big.”
“I can’t tell if you think that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”
“Good, if you know how to use it. Bad, if you don’t,” Morgan answered honestly.
But before I was able to say anything else, I felt Morgan’s lips closing around the head of my cock. He brought his lips down lower, taking more of my shaft into his mouth, not stopping until he reached the base of my cock.
I groaned, both with pleasure and disbelief. I’d never had anyone take me all at once like that before. I placed my hand on the back of Morgan’s head, keeping his mouth in place against my cock. “You’re really good at that.”
Morgan hummed against my cock, and I let out another groan. I thought about saying something else after that, but all my thoughts went out the window as Morgan began to bob his head up and down my cock, sliding his lips all along my shaft.
Fuck.
I looked up at the ceiling as I desperately tried to keep my composure. I didn’t want to come in Morgan’s mouth, uninterested in finishing my night without feeling what it was like inside of him. But I didn’t want Morgan to think I was zoning out either, since a guy like Morgan deserved all of my attention.
“Morgan…” I started as I looked back down at him. “I’m going to… if you don’t stop…”
Morgan moved his mouth away from me. “Do you not want to…?”
“No. I want to,” I assured him with a grin. “But that’s why I think you should stop. I want to be inside you. Is that… something you want, too?”
Morgan nodded before he spoke. “Have you ever been with a guy before?”
“No,” I admitted.
“Virgin.” Morgan smirked as he rose to his feet. “Come on.”
He held out his hand.
And I placed my palm in his as I moved away from the couch.
Morgan’s bedroom was as neat as the rest of his apartment, with nothing out of place. Although, I wondered if his bare walls were a design choice, or if he really wasn’t interested in anything enough to plaster posters all over his room.
“You don’t like any bands?” I asked as I sat in the middle of his bed.
Morgan was across the room, rifling through his dresser drawers. “What? Of course, I like bands. Why do you ask?”
“You just don’t have any posters or anything.” I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m used to people having stuff up on their walls.”
Morgan seemed to tense up. “I used to like this one band, a lot. The Poor Beginners? I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of them—”
“I have.” I smiled. “I really liked their last album. Hated when they broke up.”
“My ex and I used to like them a lot,” Morgan continued. “We pretty much spent a whole summer following them on tour.”
“That sounds like fun.”
“It was fun.” Morgan beamed before his face fell. “Until it wasn’t.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing worth talking about,” Morgan answered as he held up a small bottle of lube in one hand, and a condom in the other. “Besides, I have a feeling you’re more interested in this?”
“Oh, I definitely am.” I chuckled, patting the space on the bed next to me.
Morgan came to sit down beside me as he handed me the condom and the lube. “Do you think you can take it from here?”
“I think I can,” I replied as I rolled the condom down onto my bare cock. “You should get on all fours, right?”
“Right,” Morgan said while he shifted against the bed, pulling up his knees until they rested on the mattress.
I got into position behind him, lining up my hips with his own. My first instinct was to thrust my cock inside of him, taking him until he moaned, until he screamed out my name.
But then I remembered the lube in my hand.
Right.
I needed to get him ready for me. I opened the bottle of lube and glazed my fingers with its slick liquid. I gently pressed a finger against Morgan’s entrance, testing it, wondering how long it was going to take him to get warmed up this way.
Morgan moaned at the contact, pressing his hips back towards my hand, encouraging me to go even deeper. Taking him up on his offer, I pushed my finger further inside of him as I peered around his side, wanting to get a glimpse of his reaction.
Fuck.
Morgan looked like he was in pure ecstasy.
Emboldened, I pressed a second finger inside of him. And I was rewarded with another moan from Morgan, a look on his face as if he was oh-so-close to coming all over again. Feeling like I couldn’t hold back any longer, I cautiously slid my fingers out of Morgan.
And then, I pushed the head of my cock inside his hole.