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Sex with Scott was like playing Russian roulette. Of course, he had his glasses, but god forbid he tops you for once and they slip off from his sweat. It got to the point he developed insecurities and refused to do anything remotely sexual with you. Not because he didn’t want to—far from it. But because he always had a sense of guilt that ate at him, telling him he’d screw up and hurt you.
“Not tonight.” He’d say for the hundredth night in a row. He pat your hand that grazed along his thigh a before picking it off like a piece of lint. Sighing, he places his book on the bedside table and reached for his eye mask. You watched him replace his red lens with it. As he lays down, he hears the bedsheets shuffle, sensing your presence leave. “Love?” He questions, hoping you’ll hear him wherever you were. He bites his lip nervously, listening for any sign of you. He gasps as he feels hands grip his thighs. “W-What the hell are you doing??” His voice wavers. His hands scramble to grab his lens before he feels your hand wrap around his wrist. “What’s this about?” He lets out a laugh of disbelief. He gulps as he reluctantly puts his hands down, feeling yours grab at his thighs again. “Please say something.” His throat feels constricted as he begged.
“This is about wanting to pleasure you. You’ve been so worked up lately, y’know..” You say with that soft and sensual voice Scott missed so much. “Let me take care of you tonight.” Another gasp escapes his lips as he feels his thighs part wide.
“Well f-fuck—be gentle, I can’t see you.” Scott didn’t have a reason not to trust you, but when put in such a situation where he couldn’t see and you were touching him? He didn’t know how to act.
“That’s the point.” You chuckle. He feels the mattress dip below him as you sit between his thighs. He lets out a shaky breath as he feels the warmth of your body close in on him. Bringing your face close to his throat, you could see his Adam’s apple quiver. Smirking, you blow hot hair on his skin that started to turn pink. He lets out a low whimper, squirming under you. His hands search in front of him until he finds your arms. He seemed to calm down once he was fully aware of your presence. His head tilts back, urging you to kiss him. Though you silently refused, opting to tease him instead. Your breath ghosted around his neck, his chest rising and falling faster.
“Oh cmon..” He whined, hands clenching your arms. You chuckle and backed away, cool air hitting his skin immediately. Before he could complain again, he feels your warm velvet tongue graze his neck. “Ohh fuck..” His hips buck up into the air. “More..” You sucked softly at his neck as your hands found the seam of his shirt, pulling it up. You pull it over his head and tossed it aside. The cool breeze of the room sent shivers through Scott’s body. He felt more exposed with the mask. He wanted to see your face; he reveled in seeing how your pupils would dilate looking at him. Only now he could only imagine it. He feels your thumbs dig into the waistband of his sweats and pull those down too, leaving him bare in his boxers and eye mask. Your hands remained on his muscular thighs, squeezing gently. You lean down, holding your breath before blowing hot air on his nipple. He squirms, thighs threatening to shut around you.
“So desperate aren’t you?” You whisper, coming up to kiss and suck his collarbones. He lets out a shaky groan as your soft lips pucker and press against his pale skin. Your finger traces the outline of his cock in the thin fabric of his boxers. The grip of his hands on your arms tightened with every little touch you gave him. He lets out a desperate moan and nodded eagerly at your teasing question. “Yeah you are.” You chuckle, jerking his clothed cock between your middle and index. It was barely anything; two fingers slowly rubbing up and down his cock. But after 2 weeks without touching you? God it was pure bliss. He’ll take anything you’ll give him. Sure it was conventional, Scott was beyond stressed and needed release immediately, but for you he’d wait eons. His hips thrust up into your fingers that lazily flicked up and down. A slutty smile pulls at his lips as he continues to rut against the sole thing that kept him stimulated. Your other hand on his thigh rubbed up his waist to his nipple. You pinched it gently, watching him bite his lip and writhe.
“P-Please.. a little more, would you?” He says, his voice soft and pleading. Your hands come off his body, leaving him aching. He waits for a few seconds before he’s become impatient. He knows you’re there, he feels you. He feels the dip of your weight between his legs, but you weren’t touching him. “Baby? Oh please, did I do something wrong?” He pouts, the hands on your arms shaking you a little. Just as they trailed down to guide your hands to the places he wanted them most, they moved themselves. Your hand reaches into his waistband to pull his cock out. He lets out a shuddering groan as your fingers wrap around his girth. It stands proudly with precum leaking slowly from the tip. His chest heaves, arms falling limp to his sides. His cock lays against his lower abdomen, twitching and untouched. Deciding to play a little cruel, you flick the reddening tip with your finger. He grunts in response, head ducking as hair fell in his face. He whimpers and gnaws at his lower lip. Despite showing signs of pain, his cock only throbs more. The man really fed on anything you’d spare him. Even as he catches his breath, you don’t give him a break. Quietly, as to not alarm him, your spit drips and splats onto his tip. His back arches as he whimpers. The sensation of the warm spit enveloping his head further filled his greed to take anything he could from you. “More.” He groans, hips thrusting into nothing.
“Oh Scott.” That sweet, siren-like drawl you had, had Scott acting an absolute fool. His moans become whorish as he wordlessly begs. Hands obediently fisted the sheets, undaring to explore the curiousity that ate at him. You watch as your spit dripped and spread along his erection. Finally, your hand wraps around him, thumb rubbing circles around his tip to spread the thick saliva that gathered there. His head hits the headboard, a brazen groan leaving his filthy mouth.
“Finally.” He laughs breathlessly as he basks in the thrill of finally being touched the way he wanted. The way he needed—deserved even. Your fist churns around his dick, watching the way pre-cum would spill with every squeeze. With your other hand, your fingers pinched his nipple again. watching his body jerk. He mumbles little pleas, biting the knuckle of his thumb to ground himself. “Little more..” He pants like a damn dog. He’s almost drooling by the time he starts blabbering again. “Oh fuck, please just—oh my fucking god. I’m coming, fuck, I’m coming!” He cries grunting moans, hips pressed firmly against your fist before falling limply on the bed. His chest puffed up and down, first fast, now starting to slow. You give a few strokes on his softening cock as you pressed your lips against his. Your fingers release his nipple as you started to soothingly rub his chest.
“Thank you..” Scott sighs.