14 Chapter 14

David tugged his underwear down with the other hand. Colin’s body strained upward, yearning for the touch.

David murmured, “Ready?” Colin swore at him frantically, and ended up practically sobbing from denial as the hand kept on hovering without touching

“Poor sweet kitten,” David told him, “needing it so much, needing me. When you said you were feeling sensitive earlier, like an orgasm, you had no idea what I was thinking. Maybe you do now, it looked a lot like this, the way you’d come apart for me if I touched you.”

“Please,” Colin was begging, “please, please, David, please,” and it wasn’t an act, not a practiced seduction, not his provocative teasing from before: it just was. Him and David.

“I can help you,” David promised. “I just want to help, if you’ll let me, I want to help take care of you.”

Colin cried, “Yes,” cried it over and over, trembling, flying apart at the seams; and David’s fingertips stroked the slick ready length of his cock, just once.