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“That’s the best part,” you say. You curl into his side, letting the warmth of his skin bleed into yours.

You nestle your head in the crook of his armpit while your hand gently, softly manipulates his dick through his underwear.

“I don’t want you to do anything. I’m going to do all the work. I just need you to lie here and enjoy.”

When your fingers creep through the fly of his undies and stroke his bare cock, Kai shudders a little.

“Can’t c-complain about that,” he replies, his breath hitching attractively.

You are aiming for “no pressure,” so you don’t get right to jerking him off.

Instead, you tease him, pulling your fingers out and running them down his thighs, his tummy, anywhere you can reach.

You knead his balls tenderly, rolling his sac around your palm.

You let him get thick and achingly hard while you meander, touching him here and there as you breathe in the fragrance of his skin.

Subtly, you adjust your own erection in your pants, and will it to behave. This isn’t about you.

Kai’s starting to lift his hips every time you brush over his cock, a small wet spot appearing on the front of the boxer briefs.

Instead of giving him what he wants just yet, you rub an absent circle over his heart, which is beating strong and fast. Scratch the length of his thighs, which are thick with muscle.

Trace the line of his bicep, which is approximately the size of your head.

He’s healthy. He’s okay. It echoes in your head, a refrain of reassurance.

“I love you,” you tell him, hot and low in his ear. “Gonna take such good care of you.”

One of his big hands is fisting the sheets. The other, he throws back over his head. Part of you wonders if you could manage to tease him out for long enough that he grabs your hand and places it on his cock. Part of you isn’t willing to wait that long.

Eventually, you decide that you are toeing the line between drawing things out and torturing Kai, and tonight is about being nice to him.

So you stop the action to pull down his underwear, which makes his hard, huge cock spring up towards his belly.

You grab the lube from the bedside drawer, and unlock your phone.

“Are you really gonna check your messages?” he groans, one eye open in a slit as he watches you.

You laugh briefly. “No,” you say.

Having thought this through, you already bookmarked the premium porn tube site on your phone. You hand him the device.

“Pick something you like,” you tell him.

Kai squints at the screen. “I’m already having sex with Sterling Grayson,” he mutters. “Who needs porn?”

You roll your eyes. “Very flattering. But seriously. Pretend that you are by yourself. Like I’m not even here.”

It’s probably not playing fair, but you combine this set of instructions with reaching back down and squeezing his erection, making his eyelids flutter.

“Sounds a lot like using you,” he breathes.

“It does,” you agree. “Sounds a lot like I want to service you.”

Without waiting for further comment, you squeeze a generous amount of lube down his length and start jacking it oh-so-slowly. Kai’s got his eyes closed. His lips fall open.

“If you really don’t want the phone, you don’t have to,” you tell him. It’s one thing for you to fantasize about him doing this, but it’s no fun if he’s not enjoying it.

His eyes have already gone a little glassy. He looks from you to the phone in his hand, and back again. Brings his other arm down.

“Promise you won’t stop?” he groans.

“Nope,” you say.

Kai’s index finger moves over the screen as you settle back in next to his side, cuddling close.

In a moment, the wet sound of kissing comes from the phone.

You crane your head, and he tilts the screen so you can see.

Two guys are making out, naked. A blond one and a redhead, the former jock-coded with muscles and cropped hair, and the latter, a pretty twink with soulful green eyes and milky skin.

Hmm. That’s… oddly wholesome. The type of porn you gravitate to normally just gets the job done, so there’s not much call for sweetness, but trust your partner to like a little romance with his visual gratification.

Like all the porn on this site, it’s shot in high-definition.

The quality is excellent. The boys are beautiful.

The passion seems real, the blond’s fingers curling on the redhead’s jaw when they kiss.

Your grip on Kai’s cock is light. You twist your wrist just slightly on each downstroke, and randomly add a thumb over the head every few passes.

It’s enough to keep his arousal mounting, but not enough to do anything about it.

The blond crawls down the redhead’s body and starts sucking him off.

The sight and sounds of it send a zing of feeling straight to your groin.

You snuggle a little closer to Kai, trying not to make it obvious that you are rutting just a little against the warm heft of his hip.

The lube is slippery against your hand, heating quickly with the friction of your hand, and it’s almost no effort to jerk him off.

The blond has flipped the redhead over and is lovingly eating his ass, his eyelids closed in sheer bliss.

The redhead coos and moans, the camera lingering on his lax lips and clenching fingers.

You start to add a little tempo to your strokes, giving Kai a bit of a rhythm.

He puffs out a groan and spreads the knee further from you to open himself up further.

His skin smells like soap and clean sheets; his nipple is pebbled when you lean up and bit and worry it with your teeth.

Feeling the weight and thickness of Kai’s cock has you struggling to remain unselfish, your perineum aching with the desire to fuck or be fucked.

You take your aggro out on the column of his neck, peppering it with nipping, sucking open-mouthed kisses as you clench your fist a bit tighter on his dick.

The blond man has obtained lube from somewhere and is two fingers deep inside the arching redhead, his ass rising to meet the gentle thrust of the other’s wrist. Kai is watching the screen attentively.

You refresh the lube in real life, drizzling more over his cock before it has a chance to get tacky.

Right around the time that the blond guy slides inside the redhead, you’re stroking Kai off in earnest. On screen, they’re doing it missionary-style, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes.

Kai turns his head and kisses you desperately.

On the other side of his body, he flings his arms down and loses the phone somewhere in the covers.

You can still hear the porn noises, the slick slap of skin and the moans.

Kai’s attention is all on you. His tongue plunges into your mouth like he wants to fuck it, and his hips buck up against your hand.

Your wrist is starting to cramp, but this is delicious .

The taste of his mouth, the feeling of him starting to sweat against your belly.

He grabs your thigh and pulls it over his lap, kneading it with his big fingers.

You are wrapped all around him, mouth and legs and arms, your wrist pistoning as he starts to make desperate, eager noises.

“Oh, god,” he breathes against your lips. “I’m gonna come.”

You want him to finish more than you want anything right now. Resisting the urge to go faster or stroke him harder, you will yourself to stay at exactly the same speed, same grip, same rhythm. Kai writhes and grunts.

It sounds like someone is having an orgasm from the choked sounds.

You initially think it’s one of the boys on the phone, but it’s Kai making those noises.

He reaches down frantically and wraps his fingers around yours, jerking himself though the critical last few strokes as he comes.

Semen erupts from his cockhead, spraying his belly on the first couple of spurts, and then trickling over your entwined hands.

You gentle him through it, stroking him until he shivers from overstimulation.

Then, there’s just the sound of his ragged breathing and the combined panting of the porn, which is still playing somewhere on the vastness of the bed. Kai laughs weakly. You gingerly disentangle your fingers, and lick them clean. You are so hard that you are throbbing.

“Was that good?” you ask, idly tracing patterns in the cum on his stomach. It’s gross, but you are so horny that you can’t stop yourself.

“Mmm. Needed that,” he sighs. “You want me to take care of you?”

“I’ll be okay,” you lie, having underestimated just how turned on it was going to make you to tend to him like you did.

Kai reaches under the bed and procures a hand towel. You wrinkle your nose, hoping that his cum rag is cleaner than most guys’. He’s oblivious as he wipes down his skin, mopping up the lube and ejaculate. You are trying hard not to hump the mattress.

He’s tired; you can tell. His eyelids look heavy, and his movements are slow as he tosses the towel back on the floor and stretches luxuriantly.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell him, dropping a kiss on his forehead.

He yawns, but forces his eyes open. “You gonna go jerk off?”

You can feel yourself blushing. “Umm. I was going to, yeah. Nothing for you to worry about. I promise I’m good.”

He rolls on his side, facing you. “Mmm. There’s servicing your boyfriend, and there’s being a martyr,” he says sleepily. “Come on. I wanna watch.”

That’s about all the encouragement you need. You don’t even undress, just pull your pajamas down over your ass. The muffled sounds of the porn go a long way towards ensuring that it’s a brief performance. Kai’s eyes, sleepy and loving as they remain on your face, do the rest.