11 Chapter 11

Mahiro sits down carefully at the end of the lounge and watches, rapt, as Alex loses himself in his own touch, fingers dancing a quick rhythm over his shaft. It’s too early in their relationship to touch him the way Mahiro wants, too soon to take what he knows he likely could. “Slow down,” Mahiro says and touches Alex on the foot to reinforce his presence. “Make it last for me. Have you ever done this for anyone before?”

Alex drags his hand down his cock and holds it there a moment, thighs flexing with the effort of holding himself back. “Nooo…oh God, this is. My first time doing it quite like this. Fuck.” He uses his other hand to pinch his nipple, and Mahiro can feel his own face heat as he imagines little jeweled clamps instead, ready to be flicked and played with until he pulls them off and the sensation of blood returning makes Alex moan.