Page 88 of Cream & Sugar

Freddie inches closer.

“Maybe you are in the wrong career, after all. You should be a therapist for sad gay boys instead.”

Phew.

I chuckle. “I’ve been through therapy myself. You pick up a thing or two.”

“Evidently.” Freddie flutters his eyelashes, still dewy with tears. “So, you fancy me, eh?”

I cringe. Yup, I definitely said that, didn’t I?

I look at him fondly and say, “How could I not?”

We share a smile that quickly softens. Freddie props himself up and lifts a hand to my cheek, making me blush. He leans in, and I mirror him, and our lips meet for the second time today.

It’s faster, harder, more intimate than the first.

Eyes closed, I blindly reach out and wrap my arms around him, pulling his bare body closer. Freddie’s mouth opens wider and I slide my tongue inside, tasting chocolate as I wrestle with his. A tiny moan escapes him.

We stay there, lips locked, until I finally have to come up for air. I gasp as Freddie swings one leg over my lap and straddles me. I gaze up at him, his perfect silhouette framed by the dim gold of the ceiling lamp. His blue eyes sparkle.

“Freddie, are you… in control right now?” I ask. I have to make sure.

“Wow Shaun. Didn’t realise you weresucha sub,” he teases and smirks down at me. I thump him playfully on the side of his leg and he chuckles. “Nah, don’t worry, I’ve sobered up. Enough to know I’m straddling the hottest man I’ve ever met on his sofa, and wild dogs couldn’t drag me away.”

Freddie places his hands on the headrest either side of me and I feel his weight leave my legs. Slowly, he edges his hips further up my thighs until his butt is hovering over my crotch. What is he—?

He sits.

Oh wow.

“Ugh,” My body goes into meltdown as Freddie begins gently rocking his hips, grinding on my crotch with his butt, just one thin layer of denim separating our flesh. My back arches and my eyes roll back.

There's a wonderfully soft sensation as Freddie starts kissing my neck again, sending shivers down my spine. I grasp the cushions for dear life.

After a moment of euphoria, Freddie leans forward and whispers, “Have you thought about me? When you’re by yourself, have you fantasized about this?”

Oh my god. How does he know? I swallow. No point in lying.

“Yes.”

He makes a little noise of gratification, his breath warm on my neck.

“And after this morning, did you, you know,”—his eyes glance downwards—“release?”

“Oh!” My voice catches as Freddie grinds harder. “No, I ended up having that—ugh—cold shower instead!”

Freddie drags a sharp canine over hislower lip.

“Good boy,” he says, in a voice that drives me wild. There’s a twinkle in his eye as he reaches down to unbutton my jeans. “Then let me take care of you instead.”

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Freddie

“Fuck,Freddie!Thatfeelsso good!”

Shaun moans, low and deep like some kind of huge animal. He’s lost in ecstasy as I slide my hand up and down his shaft, ramping up speed. His body bucks and writhes, thick muscles flexing as he fights to keep control. I’m hard as a rock just looking at him, but I refrain from touching myself, my attention fully on Shaun.