“For future reference, I really like these knickers,” I say.

“They’re actually men’s panties,” he gasps. “I get them from a specialist shop.”

“Get more,” I command and go back to what I was doing.

He starts to pant quietly, and I stay there licking and sucking at his hole. When his panting breaths become whimpers, I push the material to one side and lick his bare hole. It’s soft and wrinkled and a pretty pink colour that echoes the shade of his nipples. He gives a low cry, and I slap his arse softly to warn him, watching as he raises his arm up to his face and pushes his mouth into it to muffle his noises.

I lick and suck at the furled hole, feeling it open under my tongue slightly, and I instantly push the tip of my tongue in. The taste of him inside makes my mouth water and my eyes close in pleasure. He’s delicious. Pulling back, I lick a broad swathe down his crack and snuggle my tongue into the delicate and sensitive stretch of his skin behind his balls. I breathe on it, and he jerks, lowering one hand to grab the back of my head and push me further into him.

I pull back and spin him around, and he gives a smothered sound of shock as I instantly pull his cock out of the knickers and take it down the back of my throat. I suck strong and hard and his cock jerks, sending a gush of precome down my throat.

“Oh shit,” he mutters, flailing about, and there’s a loud bang as he knocks his elbow on the toilet roll holder. “Ow, fuck,” he protests.

“Can you not be quiet at all?” I hiss, raising up and fumbling in my pocket for the condom and lube. I tear the square packet open and quickly push my jeans and briefs down.

“Got my funny bone,” he whispers as I unfurl the condom down my dick.

“Don’t worry about it,” I mutter, spinning him around. I open the other packet and lube my dick until it shines slickly in the overhead light. I push his thong to one side and tap my cock against his hole. “I’ve got a funny bone right here for you.”

“Misha!” He snorts, starting to shudder with laughter.

I shake my head, unable to stop my own laughter from escaping. I’ve never felt this good with anyone, never laughed so much during sex. I’ve had good sex, but it’s never felt so amazing as with Charlie. It’s almost transcendental with him. So potent it feels like I’m a bottle of champagne fizzing and ready to explode.

I rub the rest of the lube into his hole. His laughter is gone now, and he pants lightly as I stretch his tight opening with my fingers. “Is it too quick?” I whisper.