one cherry tonight.”
Robin stared at him. “How many do I have? Because there was I thinking there was only one.”
Dean settled back against the seat cushions, his hands on Robin’s thighs. “Let’s see… The first time I get my mouth on your dick.” Robin shivered and Dean grinned. “You like that idea.”
Robin rolled his eyes. “Duh.” His dick definitely liked that idea, judging by the way it was conspicuously pushing at his zipper.
“There’s the first time I get these soft lips…” Dean ran his index finger over Robin’s mouth. “…around my cock.” Another shiver rippled through him, and Dean stroked his thighs some more. “Then there’s the first time I get to slip a finger inside—”
“Stop.” Robin shuddered. “You keep talking like that, I’m gonna bust a nut before we do a goddamn thing.”
Dean pulled him down into another kiss, only this time he slipped his hand under Robin’s sweater, stroking his belly over the T-shirt. Without breaking their kiss, he freed the hem of his T-shirt from Robin’s jeans, and Dean’s gentle fingers met the bare skin of Robin’s belly. “You’re so soft and warm there.” He trailed his fingertips over Robin’s abs, and Robin couldn’t help laughing. “And apparently ticklish too.”
“Less talking, more touching,” Robin demanded.
Dean narrowed his gaze. “You’re going to be bossy, aren’t you?”
Before Robin could come out with a sharp retort, Dean’s lips moved from his mouth to his neck, kissing him there, and another shudder coursed through Robin’s body. “Okay, you need to keep doing that.” Dean’s hand moved higher under his T-shirt until he reached Robin’s nipples. Dean flicked one with a fingertip, and Robin couldn’t repress the shiver. “Now I know what they’re for.” When Dean gazed at him with a perplexed frown, Robin explained. “When I was little, I asked my mom why guys had nipples, seeing as they can’t feed kids. I think she coughed.”
Dean said nothing, but pushed up Robin’s T-shirt and sweater, baring his belly and chest. He expelled a breath. “Oh my God, look at you.” Then Robin gasped as he leaned forward to flick Robin’s nipple with his tongue.
“Aw fuck.” Dean did it again and Robin resisted the urge to grab Dean’s head with both hands and hold him there, because holy fuck, he did not want him to stop. Dean took Robin’s nipple between his teeth and tugged on it gently, and Robin swore he felt it deep in his balls. When Dean’s hand finally rubbed over his crotch, Robin was in heaven.
“Have you thought about this?” Dean demanded. “How it would feel to have someone touch you here? To have another hand around your dick, stroking it, sucking it…”
Robin bit his lip. “I did that kid’s trick of pressing my arm against the wall until it felt dead, then touching myself so it felt like somebody else was doing it, not me.” That slow rubbing over his thickening cock was exquisite. Robin pushed into Dean’s hand, biting back moans as Dean sucked on his nipples, his hand moving faster. Robin was hard enough by now that Dean could get his hand around his shaft to give it a little squeeze.
“I want to see it,” Dean murmured. He popped the button free and Robin held his breath as Dean lowered the zipper a fraction. Robin’s heart pounded as Dean kissed him, leaving his cock untouched.
“Please,” Robin begged.
“Please what?”
“Touch me.”
Dean’s eyes glittered. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want… I want your hand on my dick.”
“Just my hand?”
Robin groaned as Dean’s fingertips grazed the base of his cock through the cotton briefs. “For starters.”
“Oh good.” Dean grinned. “Because I want to get more than my fingers on it.” And then Christmas came early when Dean eased his hand under the waistband of his briefs, and soft fingers grazed the base of Robin’s cock.
“Shit.” Robin fought to breathe normally, but that first contact sent need skyrocketing through him.
Dean’s gaze was focused on his face while he slid his fingers lower still, with no sense of urgency. “You’re hard.”
Robin resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “You’d be hard if someone was boldly going where no one had gone before.” When Dean arched his eyebrows, Robin sighed. “This is what happens when you grow up with a dad who’s a Star Trek fanatic. Now, can we skip to the part where you take my dick out, because I don’t wanna come in my underwear, and if you keep that up, that is exactly what is gonna happen.”
Dean laughed before