I understood that feeling a little too well. I hadn't expected to see myself in any of these movies, and I didn't like it. I reached over, feeling Hollister's eyes on my arm as I plunged my hand into the cloth bag and grabbed the lube.
Hollister let out a sharp sigh that sounded a lot like, "Finally."
If he thought the teasing was done, he was going to be disappointed. I drizzled a small amount into my palm and used my fingers to work the slick flood around my hand.
Hollister's lips were parted as he watched me. I didn't think he took a single breath the whole time. That was, until I slid my hand under the elastic of his briefs and cupped his erection. A cage would have been helpful in a moment like this, but I would have to improvise.
Hollister's hips jerked like crazy as he thrust himself into my hand.
"Settle," I ordered with my hand down his underwear and my lips against his ear.
"You ask the impossible."
For as much fussing as my pet did, he definitely liked my touches. His shoulders were tight as well as his stomach, and even now, when I'd done no more than settle my flat hand over his penis, he moaned as if staying still were the hardest task in the world.
Pride exploded in my chest. Even though it was difficult for him, Hollister still tried to do as I asked. I gripped his dick tightly at the base while squeezing his nipples with my other hand.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, cock-sucking fuck!" Hollister cried out, pressing the back of his head into me as he looked upwards.
I released my grip, and Hollister grabbed my arm like he was trying to keep it where it was.
"Please, just let me come a little bit, and then I can concentrate better."
I made a tsking sound. There would be no coming just a little bit when I finally allowed Hollister to explode. He knew that. "I think you're right. It's time to transition," I said, and Hollister let out a hopeful gasp. "Take off your briefs."
He moaned. That clearly hadn't been the outcome he'd been hoping for. Still, he slid his briefs down. I held my hand out. He wouldn't need that particular covering anymore. In fact, I enjoyed this so much, I pondered making the cabin an underwear-free zone from here on out.
I was still long enough for Hollister to let out a shaky, resigned exhale. He settled back against my chest, still hard and leaking, but he'd yielded to the unchangeable truth that he would come when I was ready. And not a moment before.
As the second movie continued, I kept Hollister dancing on the edge of release. By the end of the second movie, Hollister's skin had grown so sensitive, it didn't matter where I touched. His dick twitched as he squeezed his ass muscles.
As the credits rolled, Hollister's stomach growled.
"Are you ready for an intermission?" I asked.
"Oh yes," he purred, spinning around like fluidly as he stretched to kiss me.
I held his face back the second before his lips found mine.
Hollister's eyes were already closed, but as I held him, I watched his frown turn into a pout. He opened his eyes, holding my gaze with his. "Please, Aver. I can't concentrate like this. I'm hardly enjoying this!"
That was a lie. In the moments between caresses, when I'd allowed him time to calm back down, his attention returned to the movie, and within minutes, he'd started quietly reciting the dialogue. I kissed his forehead and grinned at his scowl. "You know what to do, pet, if you want this to stop."
He let out a human version of a growl. "I don't want you to…you know. I want you to put something inside me! Mouth or ass, I don't care."
If this was him pouting, it was as cute as everything else he did.
"Okay, I'll put something in your mouth." I got up, lifting him with me. I carried him into the kitchen and set him down on the counter as I gathered a tray of snacks.
I pulled out a bag of popcorn when Hollister groaned. "This isn't what I meant!"
While he glared at me, I put the rest of the tray together, adding a few string cheese sticks to the mix. Wyatt always included that item in the meals he made for Kansas because it was easy and fast to eat. And it was one of the few foods Kansas liked almost all of the time.
Hollister wasn't a picky eater, but right at that moment, he was an angry one.
I brought the tray into the entertainment room first, returning to the kitchen to pick up my crabby pet. When I picked him up, he suddenly decided to change tactics, rolling his hips over my body like he was a stripper on a pole. He made sure my hands were on his ass before he started to bounce, sliding his dick between our bodies at the same time.
We were there before he could make too much progress, and I set him down to put the third movie in. His body was stiff, but he let me pull him back into my lap. Hours had passed since we'd started the first movie. It was no longer morning outside but afternoon, and we still had several movies to go. At this point, Hollister likely believed I would make him wait all five full-length features before I let him climax.
The idea had crossed my mind, until I'd come up with one I favored a little more. As the third movie started in a dark alley, I fed Hollister. He ate from my hand without question or protest, and I quickly learned why. I slid a kernel of popcorn into his mouth, and he grabbed my wrist, keeping my hand where it was as his cheeks hollowed around my finger.
I pulled free, slowly shaking my head as I did. Thankfully, he'd been sitting up just then because if he hadn't, he would've felt my cock jerk against him after that stunt. I didn't torture Hollister alone. I ached to watch him come. There wasn't a sight I liked more than his toes curling, his thighs trembling, all while his mouth parted in a perfect O as he climaxed.
"I was just getting the last bit of salt." He batted his eyelashes.
I just barely stopped myself from smiling. He'd been naughty, but I'd liked it.
He sat back without having to be told as if he was trying to say he would be good now. I didn't believe that for a second. But I also didn't want Hollister to be good.
The movie continued. Somehow, this kid still went to a high school everyday, even though her life had been flipped around on its head. If I'd been through what she'd gone through so far, at the least, I would have considered online schooling options.
I surrounded Hollister's cock with a loose grip.
His gasp was nearly silent. That was unlike Hollister. The range of pleasure noises he made was one of my favorite things about him. Experimentally, I tightened my fingers around his girth. Again, Hollister's noise of pleasure sounded restrained.
So that was his plan now. If I withheld his orgasms, he would deprive me of his noises? I had to admit, it was diabolical. And also, a very dangerous plan to have.
I gripped his dick roughly, and he moaned before biting his lip to block the sound. He'd likely assumed I would stop there, since my caresses had, so far, been brief. When I gripped him a second time, he cried out as his hips shot forward. Before he could fuck my hand, I released him, settling my palm against his upper thigh.
"No! Fucking Aver! No!"
"No isn't the word you need to say if you want this to end, Hollister. We can stop right now and make sundaes. I bought all the toppings. It's your choice."
"I am not your super fan," he rasped. "I used to be! No more."
I kissed his cheek, and he didn't pull away, so I decided not to let my feelings get too hurt. "You wanted to keep a part of you from me, didn't you, Hollister?"