Socks for an Otter

by Posy Roberts

  “Let’s start with your mouth.” Bash kissed him. No. Devoured was a better word. The kiss was deep and wet, and Bash just took control, tilting Louis’s head to get him exactly where he wanted. Louis was at his mercy, following Bash’s lead and letting him have his way with him.

  When he pulled away, Louis whined, “Why’d you stop?”

  “I thought you’d want me to. You’re always pulling away, slowing things, stopping them.”

  Louis gripped at Bash’s shoulders and drew him back into a kiss, taking charge this time, showing Bash he wanted more. He craved everything Bash was willing to give him.

  “I want you, Bash. Fuck, I want it all. Wanna feel your skin on mine, wanna taste you. Want to . . . connect.”

  Bash sat up, flushed, nipples hard. “You want to fuck?”

  Louis nodded.

  “Then say it. You want to fuck, not connect, Louis. You want to fuck my tight, delicious ass. Right?”

  Louis flipped them, surprising Bash when he landed on his back. He let out a stunned gasp. “So fucking sexy. The sounds you make.”

  “Tell me more.”

  “Wanna suck marks into your skin. Bite you.”

  “Do it.”

  “Not yet.” He bit Bash’s earlobe and then rubbed his face against his scruff. “I fucking love your beard.”

  “Want me to rub it over your chest?”

  “Yes. And my dick. Over my hole.”

  Bash beamed. “Good job there. Dick. Hole. What else do you wanna do to me?”

  “Suck your tits.”

  “You said tits! I’m so proud.” Bash even gave a little round of applause as he beamed.

  Louis got right back to what he cared about there and then. “Are you into nipple play?”

  “Why don’t you find out if I’m into tit play.” Bash raised a brow in challenge.

  Louis scrambled off the bed and dug through his toy drawer. Yes, he had a toy drawer. He was a widower who had been in mourning, but his libido hadn’t died even if he hadn’t wanted to have sex with other people until now. He still had needs, and since he’d had to satisfy them on his own, he happened to collect a shitload of toys to get the job done. He found the soft silicone stroker he loved so much—he had two, one for in bed and one for long, slow jerk-off sessions in the shower or the tub. He slipped that and his flavored lube under a pillow, hiding them from Sebastian’s gaze.

  “What’s that? A toy box? Filled with sex toys up the wazoo?”

  Louis straddled Bash now. “Maybe. And if you play your cards right, I might let you explore and stick one or two of them up my wazoo.” He winked. “But first . . .” Louis barely skirted thumbs over his nipples, and Bash’s eyes fluttered shut.

  He blew.

  He kissed the line of hair in the middle of Bash’s chest, the slight swell of pectoral muscle.

  Bash whimpered. “Are you saying you’re not going to suck on my tits?”

  “Oh, I’ll suck you. I’ll bite you.”

  “Get to it, then. You fuckin’ tease.”

  Louis chuckled through kisses he pressed all over Bash’s shoulders, his throat. Bash turned away, giving him more room, so Louis bit and sucked as he toyed with tiny nipples.

  He pinched, and as he sat back, he saw Bash’s body reacting more fully. Blood rushed, bringing color and making the nubs erect.

  “There we go. Getting the blood flowing.”

  Bash gasped. “Oh, it’s flowing, but my cock’s a bit more demanding right now.”

  Louis snorted a laugh, and he scooted down to straddle Bash’s thighs instead, bypassing his cock entirely. They’d have plenty of time. Hell, if Bash stayed until he read every single one of those novels on the nearby table, maybe he’d stay a week. He had novels to read, and Louis would go out and buy him more if he wanted them. Maybe he’d stay through Christmas and New Year’s. Maybe Louis didn’t need to be alone. Bash could be his roommate, if nothing else. Right?

  “Suck my tits. Lick me. Do fucking something, you glorious tease.” Bash was desperate.

  Louis was hungry, but he only gave flicking licks to the tip of Bash’s nipple.

  “Gawd. I didn’t think you were really a tease, but you’ve proven me wrong.” Bash gripped Louis’s hair, squeezing it, pulling it, but never forcing him to do anything.

  “Patience,” Louis whispered, allowing his breath to ghost over wet flesh, loving how it reacted. “Won’t rush this.” He watched Bash’s areola tighten and waited until the show was over before licking over it, sucking.

  Bash gasped. “Wasn’t expecting that.”

  “Mmm.” Louis wouldn’t stop sucking to speak. He moved to give the other nipple the same treatment.

  Another gasp. “Feels so good. I’ve never really . . .” Words died away as Louis laved and bit the erect flesh, getting Bash wet and sucking even harder.

  Bash moaned and thrust up, getting no friction. Just hitting air. He reached for his cock, but Louis batted his hand away.

  “Not yet.”

  Bash let out a whimper.

  “I know, my desperate little otter. I know. It feels good, makes you want to stroke yourself. Who knew nipples and cocks were so connected?” Louis pinched the swollen buds to prove his point. Not a disappointment, Bash’s cock twitched behind tight underwear and he thrust into thin air again.

  Then he scowled up at Louis. “Touch me. Please.” He was desperate. Louis wanted to know what was hidden beneath his pleas; there was something more, but Louis didn’t want to keep his hands to himself anymore.

  “Can I suck you?” Louis asked.

  “Please! Fuck, yes. Please.”

  “We should talk STIs first, right?”

  Bash growled but said, “Yes. We need to.”

  “All my tests were negative.”

  “Tested last month. Nothing showed up, and I’ve not had sex since or used needles or any of that shit. So would you fucking suck me already?”

  Louis smiled at his desperation. “Warning, I might not be good. This is my first time, so . . .”

  “Fuck, if I think too much about that, I might shoot before you get me naked.”

  Louis wasn’t ready for him to come yet, so he focused on getting Bash’s pajamas and underwear off. He tossed them to the floor. “I wanna look at you,” he whispered where he knelt between Bash’s feet. “I’m not teasing, but I just . . . Fuck. You’re gorgeous.”

  Bash bent at the knees, pressing his feet into the mattress, and spread his legs, virtually inviting Louis to stare. Nothing would’ve stopped Louis, and as he drank in the vision of this lightly muscled, hairy, fucking gorgeous man, he had to touch.

  Hair tickled his palms as he pressed Bash’s legs apart. His pubic hair was a thick carpet of curls, brown with hints of red.

  He thumbed through the thatch and bent to bury his nose there. He inhaled and moaned.

  There. That was Bash’s scent unadulterated by the smell of soap or any other product. Here the real thing came through.

  Louis followed the scent to where it became stronger. When he opened his eyes, he realized he was breathing against Bash’s balls.

  Bash gripping his hair brought Louis back from whatever sexual precipice he was nearly ready to jump from. “Please, Louis. Please, please, please.”

  Louis spread Bash’s thighs more, pushing on them until Bash hooked his arms under his knees.

  “Fucking Christ,” Louis said as he palmed Bash’s pale skin decorated by dark hair. He thumbed over his balls, followed the seam down his taint, and then blew against Bash’s pucker. It tightened, then Bash opened for him.

  “Your . . . hole is fucking beautiful.”

  “Good enough to eat?”

  Louis thumbed over the skin several times until Bash moaned and opened himself in another way. His legs fell to the side, relaxing, no longer putting himself on display. Bash tugged on his nipples. He moaned at the sensation, mouth opening as his breaths sped up.

  Louis rewarded him with long strokes to his cock. �
�That’s it. Relax. Show me who you really are.”

  Some of Bash’s fences went up again, but not his walls. Muscles tightened. His brow furrowed.

  “I’ll rim you when you trust me,” Louis said between kisses up the sensitive skin at Bash’s inner groin. “Not a second before.”

  Stomach muscles tightened as more of Bash’s defenses went up. “What do you know about rimming?”

  “Quite a lot, actually. Now, do you want me to suck your cock or talk about my sexual history?”

  “Suck my cock. Suck my cock,” he pleaded.

  Louis chuckled as he licked Bash’s slit and swirled his tongue around his head. Bash stared down at him as if he couldn’t believe his eyes.

  “Tell me if I do anything wrong,” Louis said.

  “I will.”

  Louis pulled Bash’s foreskin down, exposing him completely, and he took a few moments to prepare himself for this. He knew what he liked—lots of stimulation near the head and the first few inches—but maybe Bash wanted him to deep-throat. He swallowed and told his throat muscles to relax.

  A few more tentative licks, exploring where Bash was most sensitive and filing that away for when he needed it, and then he opened wide, sucking Bash’s meaty cock into his mouth.

  Fuck, he was huge, way bigger in the mouth than he looked or even felt in his hand. Louis got into a better position so he didn’t have to open quite as wide, coming straighter on so it wouldn’t aggravate his jaw muscles. That meant he couldn’t look up and see Bash’s face, but it would have to do.

  He let his mouth flood with saliva rather than swallowing it away, which wasn’t hard. He was fucking drooling over this.

  And as Bash slid inside his mouth again, Louis let out a contented sigh. Bash’s cock was hard and soft against Louis’s tongue, a fucking juxtaposition of sensation he’d only fantasized about. But here, now, Louis was finally sucking on a cock.

  Bash panted and gripped Louis’s head, his shoulders, but he never forced him. Always taking care. Maybe someday Louis would know what he was truly capable of and he’d let Bash just . . . use his mouth, his throat.

  Louis had to touch himself. He’d been denying his need all this time, but now that he was sucking Bash and fantasizing about a future where he would be used . . .

  He pulled off to curse in frustration. “Fuck.” The tie on his PJ bottoms got caught in a knot and he sat up, uselessly trying to free himself. “Fucking tangled mess.”

  “Here, let me.” Bash scooted closer, face at cock-level.

  Louis throbbed. So desperate. “Move. I’ll just break it.” But the knot held fast. “Scissors.”

  Bash pushed Louis’s hands away. “Just let me. Give me a fucking minute and I’ll get it untied.”

  Bash stroked Louis a time or two, easing the desperation. Or maybe ramping it up. But as he stared down as Bash slowly unworked the knot, his gaze was drawn to his nipples.

  Louis played with them.

  “Fuck. Just give me a sec.” Bash leaned in and bit the rope keeping Louis’s pants up. He tugged. And yeah, it was practical, but all Louis could see was how close Bash was to his cock. His mouth was right there.

  “Fuuuuck.”

  Bash looked up through dark lashes and grinned. He knew exactly how this looked and why Louis was cursing. “Patience,” Bash whispered. “You’ll get your turn.”

  The knot loosened, the rope came untied, and Bash pushed Louis’s PJs over his hips. “Oh,” he said, surprised. “I thought you were wearing boxers.”

  Louis’s cock sprang free, and as much as he wanted to trace Bash’s lips with the tip, spreading precum all over them and feeling the tickle and scratch of whiskers, he scooted back and got naked instead.

  “Lie back. Let’s try something.”

  Bash looked surprised. “Like what?”

  16

  Desperate Otter

  Louis pulled out the stroker and coated Bash’s spit-slicked cock with flavored lube.

  “I’ve never used one of these,” Bash whispered. “Just watched porn . . .”

  “Wanna?”

  Bash nodded, anxious. No . . . desperate.

  Louis eased the tight silicone sleeve over Bash’s huge cock. “Too tight?” He had to makes sure because Bash was so much thicker than he was.

  “No. It’s fucking amazing, though.”

  He pushed the sleeve until the head of Bash’s cock slipped through the other end. Then he stroked with the toy. Louis bent to suck the head of Bash’s cock into his mouth, moaning at the feel.

  “Why do I smell—” Bash picked up the flavored lube and read the label. “—cinnamon buns? Buns fresh from the oven? Does that mean you’ll eat my buns?”

  Louis sat back, wiped his mouth, and chuckled. “I told you, I’ll rim you once you trust me. Maybe enough to tell me your name.” He winked. “But your cock is yummy. Here, taste.” Louis held out a finger and Bash sucked it into his mouth.

  “Mmm.”

  Louis scooted to the head of the bed and leaned back against the headboard, needing to push a few of Bash’s pillows aside to make room. “Come straddle my lap.” He patted his thighs.

  Bash stalked over like a sexy little minx, back arched, ass on display, and a wicked smile. “What do you have in mind?” he asked as he got settled, rocking until Louis’s cock was nestled up along his taint, the head just nudging the base of Bash’s balls.

  Bash grabbed a dollop of lube and reached behind himself, and when he sat again, Louis felt the slick on the base of his cock. The wetness told Louis exactly where Bash’s hole was.

  “Let me stroke you. Ride my cock, let it glide over your hole, and I’ll suck on your tits until you come.”

  Bash smirked, clearly proud of Louis not tempering his language. Then he leaned down for a kiss and wrapped sturdy fingers behind Louis’s neck. Bash was ready to hold on tight. He arched his back, sat up tall, and smiled.

  His nipple was right at the perfect height, so Louis leaned in and sucked. He reached for the toy still wrapped around Bash’s gorgeous, thick, long cock, and he’d never been happier for spending a few extra bucks on the see-through toy than now. “Fuck, look at your cock.”

  Bash curled his back and watched Louis stroke him, and slowly, oh so slowly, his hips took up a dance. Louis’s cock grew harder with the friction, but he didn’t chase it. He let Bash control this.

  Then Bash buried his fingers in Louis’s hair, yanking the strands before forcing Louis to suck his tits again.

  “Oh fuck, Louis. This is amazing. The base of your dick on my hole, my cock hugged, my tits sucked. It’s a trifecta.”

  “Use me,” Louis panted. “Fucking use me, Bash.”

  “Say it.”

  “Say what?”

  “You know.”

  Louis nodded. “Ride me while I suck your tits.”

  “There ya go,” Bash said as he rocked perfectly.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous.” Their bodies were perfectly in sync within seconds. Then Louis ran his tongue around Bash’s nipple in small circles, flicking across the tip until Bash cried out. It was nonsense, but his body language told Louis not to stop.

  He stroked Bash’s cock, gave the other nipple a scrape of his teeth, and a stream of curse words spilled from Bash’s mouth as he writhed. “Fucking hell. No. Oh my god. No way. I’m comin—” His words were cut off with a panted growl, and sure enough, he was climaxing. Cum decorated them both like fucking pearls.

  The sight had Louis thrusting harder, and then he was tipping over the edge.

  Bash rode him even faster, hot cum so slick between them—taint rubbing over cock, hole being teased—he had to grab onto Bash’s ass to steady him, to hold him up. He licked a drop of cum from Bash’s nipple. He sucked the flesh into his mouth.

  “Oh Christ. Oh god. Stop. Don’t stop. Still coming. Coming again. I don’t know,” Bash sobbed, words dissolving into whines and moans.

  “Shhhh,” Louis said. “Ride my cock as long as you need.”
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  Bash’s muscles shuddered. He panted. He sobbed.

  “Hey, baby otter. I’m here. You’re okay. You’re safe.” Louis rubbed his back in a lazy circuit and slowly, ever so slowly, muscles relaxed, and soon Bash stopped rocking. Stopped coming?

  Bash curled toward him, using Louis’s shoulder as a pillow, and . . . sobbed? It sounded like sobs. He must’ve just been so overwrought by the unexpected intensity of his orgasm that he felt out of sorts.

  Vulnerable, Louis realized. A state Bash had gone out of his way to never feel.

  Louis had screwed up. Yet again.

  “I’m sorry, Bash. I didn’t mean to make you lose control like that.”

  “It’s okay,” he said several beats later. “Came out of nowhere and was just so . . . all-encompassing.”

  “I shouldn’t have just . . . done that. You were teasing me about being so proper, and rather than acting like an adult, I just had to go and prove I wasn’t as vanilla as you thought.”

  Bash chuckled. “I thought I’d shoot with your dick in my ass tonight. Now I’m not sure I have anything left to shoot. I’ve never come so hard. It was like . . . my whole body came. Twice.”

  Louis pressed a kiss to Bash’s forehead and made him look into his eyes. He looked drugged, ten seconds away from passing out. “You can come again in the morning.”

  “Promise?” He looked so young and hopeful.

  “I promise. The only thing I have to do tomorrow is go to this holiday work party in the evening, which I’m not looking forward to.” He patted Bash’s hip. “Come on. Let’s get you in the shower to wash away the lube and jizz before you crash.”

  Bash nodded and stood, legs shaky, so Louis steadied him. In the shower, he made Bash sit down as he gently washed away the lube, the spunk, then had him stand so he could soap his crack, his taint, his balls.

  Louis didn’t allow it to become sexual again, but as he rinsed his own body, he watched Bash come back to life. He took a moment to clean the toy too and set it aside to dry.

  “I saw your other toy in the cabinet earlier, and I was curious,” Bash admitted.