“I just want you,” Morgan interrupted. “Just you, Harrison.”
“Oh.” It was all I said as I kept my focus on Morgan’s face. “I… uh…”
“You don’t have to do that,” Morgan said.
“Do what?”
“Pretend like you’re not curious about other guys,” Morgan clarified. “I get it. Trust me. You’ve never been with guys before, and you’re wondering about what it’s like to try. Or even if there’s a girl you just started talking to or something, that’s fine, too—”
“I just want you, too, Morgan,” I cut him off. “Just you. No one else.”
“Why?” Morgan asked with an earnest air. “Why just me?”
“Because you’re perfect.” I smiled down at him. “You know you’re perfect, don’t you?”
“One man’s trash…” Morgan’s words trailed off as he softly laughed.
I scrunched my nose up in response. “You’re not trash.”
“I know,” Morgan said. “I was just trying to be funny—”
“You’re not trash,” I repeated as I gently pushed Morgan onto his back. I licked a stripe from his clavicle up to his jaw before I pressed soft kisses down the same route. Morgan moaned beneath me, his chest slightly shaking.
I moved my hand from underneath his shirt, trailing a hand down to the hem of his boxers before I slipped my fingers inside. I grabbed onto his shaft next, keeping my mouth against his neck. And then, I started to pump his cock as Morgan let out another moan.
After a minute or two, I moved my hand away from Morgan completely. He whimpered at the loss of contact, but I soon brought my hands down to his upper thighs.
“When you were wearing that leotard earlier…” I started. “You looked so fucking sexy.”
“Thank you,” Morgan said, his face flushed.
“It made me want to do things to you,” I continued, keeping my gaze locked on his own.
“Things like what?”
“Things like tasting you,” I answered, keeping my voice low. “Is it okay if I taste you?”
“Are you sure?” Morgan asked. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to—”
“Morgan, I want to. I really, really want to,” I said as I opened his thighs with my palm, spreading his legs apart while I spoke. “But only if you’re comfortable with it.”
“I’m comfortable with it…” Morgan shifted against the bed. “But it’s going to be easier if I’m… I’ll just…”
Morgan pulled his legs back up toward him before he faced away from me, his knees pushing down into the bedsheets as he put himself on all fours. I took the hint, realizing that he wanted me to eat him out from behind.
I gently tugged at his boxers, pulling them down until they were resting on top of the bedsheets.
When Morgan’s hole was right in front of me, I took a deep breath.
And then, I dived right in, licking across his entrance, swirling my tongue around it. I was desperate to hear Morgan’s moans, feeling like I wasn’t going to be able to take another breath until I knew that Morgan was enjoying every minute of my tongue against him.
I was elated when I received my confirmation in the form of Morgan pushing his ass back against my mouth as moan after moan escaped his lips. I grabbed onto his sides, keeping him in place against me as I tried to drive my tongue even deeper inside of him, wanting to make him feel like I was inescapable, wanting him to be overwhelmed by all the pleasure.
“Harrison…” Morgan groaned. “Harrison… I can’t…”
As Morgan spoke, I reached a hand around to his cock as I rubbed my fingers along the head of his shaft. When I felt the wetness of his precome, I smiled to myself, my tongue still sliding along his hole. I spread his precome around my fingertips before I wrapped my hand around his cock for a second time, now pumping him with a slick fist as I continued to eat him out.
“Harrison… I’m going to…” Morgan sounded breathless. “I’m so close…”
I moved my hand and mouth away from him before I quickly flipped Morgan onto his back again. Morgan let out a small, surprised noise, but I didn’t give him too much time to react as I lowered my head to take his cock into my mouth.
“Harrison… wait… I’m going to…” Morgan warned.
I ignored his warnings as I continued to bob my head up and down his shaft, enjoying the feel of Morgan getting harder and harder in my mouth, wondering how close he was to exploding between my lips.
Morgan moaned my name for a final time as his come spurted onto my tongue. I moved my head away from his cock as I rested back on my knees. I made sure to lock eyes with Morgan, wanting him to watch as I swallowed his come.
“Why are you so…” Morgan’s words trailed off before he let out a heavy breath. He then looked down at my boxers. “Do you want me to…?”
“No.”
“But… I want to…” Morgan brought his gaze back up toward mine. “Why don’t you want me to? Did I do something wrong—”
“Morgan. No. You didn’t do anything wrong,” I calmly replied. “I don’t want you to go down on me, because I want to fuck you. And I’m already hard enough for that.”
“Oh. Good.” Morgan sighed with relief.
And there was something about the way Morgan sighed as if there had actually been a chance that he’d done something wrong and was going to be punished for it, that felt like it was threatening to break me. “Morgan?”
“Yeah?”
“Your ex… he…” I tried to find the perfect way to say it. “He hurt you.”
Morgan seemed amused. “That’s typically what happens when people break up. One person tends to get hurt.”
“I know, but…” I tried again. “I wish he didn’t hurt you because you didn’t deserve it. You deserve to feel like you’re the light of someone’s life, not a burden. And… I hate that I can sometimes still see the scars of the way he hurt you because it makes me hate him for doing that to you.”
“Uh…” Morgan paused. “Scars? It’s not like he hit me or anything.”
“He didn’t have to,” I replied. “He still hurt you, all the same.”
“I didn’t realize I was so damaged…” Morgan said, his tone lined with annoyance.
“You’re not damaged,” I continued. “You’re perfect, just the way you are. And I just think you struggle to see that sometimes, because of whatever your ex did to you, or said to you.”
“Cool.” Morgan nodded. “I’ll take that into consideration?”
“Morgan…” It was my turn to sigh. “Shit. Never mind. I’m sorry I brought it up. I’m sorry I killed the mood.”
“No, I’m the one who’s sorry,” Morgan said. “I shouldn’t have gotten so defensive about shit with my ex. I know he hurt me. It’s just something I don’t like to talk about because it makes me feel—”
Morgan stopped for a moment.