He makes some sort of strangled noise as he nods his head in permission, and I pull one of my hands free from his, lowering it until I reach the top of his underwear. “Please,” he begs, his hips thrusting up.

I grin but don’t give him what he wants yet. Holding my weight off him by our entangled hands, I drag my free one over his hip. I can’t see well, but he doesn’t flinch when I do it. “Is it better? I saw the bruise in the locker-room. It’s still nasty.”

I can’t believe I fooled around with him the other day, knowing he was hurt. I want to be more conscious of it this time, if he’s still in pain. “I’m fine, Kingston. I promise. It doesn’t hurt.”

He tries to move his hand to his briefs, but I push it away, giving him a warning look. “You swear?”

He tosses his head back on the bed, clearly frustrated as he squirms under me. “Yes. Are we doing this or what? My balls are getting blue.”

I chuckle at that. Everything is so fun with him. Even fucking around. Who knew? I finally move my hand from his side and to his briefs, awkwardly pushing them down and freeing his cock. I can’t help myself, looking down and examining it, only having seen it a couple of times. But never hard. I felt it the other day but didn’t see it.

It jerks at my appraisal, and I smile, gripping it in my hand. “Fuck, Kingston.” He pulls his other hand free, leaning up on his elbows against me, and I use my hand to hold my weight off him so we can both watch as I slowly stroke his length. He’s longer than me by an inch or two, but my dick is a little thicker.

“You have a nice dick too,” I say with a grin, and he rolls his eyes. But then his head falls back as he still rests on his elbows, his body pressed against mine, when I run my thumb through his slick slit, loving the sticky precum he’s expelled. Knowing how turned on he is. Knowing I did this to him.

“I want to feel you too.” He shoves at my chest until I get the hint and roll to my side. He does the same, so we’re facing each other. He grabs my cock, slowly stroking it at the same pace I’m jacking his.

I moan and lean in to kiss him deeply, both of us gripping each other’s hard cock and bringing each other pleasure. “I’m close. Way too fucking close, Cam. But it feels too good.” I babble because it does. His hand is big, and his grip is firm. Not too hard, but just right as he strokes me.