Steve riding Billy, but not letting Billy touch him at all
Steve slapped Billyâs hand away.
âI thought I said not to touch.â
Billy whined, putting his hands back up, gripping the headboard.
Steve was bouncing up and down on his cock, was fucking himself with wild abandon. He was slamming his hips down onto Billyâs lap, his hands braced on Billyâs chest.
He wasnât letting Billy touch him like he usually would, grab at his hips, shove his fingers in his mouth, pinch at his nipples.
Steve had pressed him down, had told him if he touched, he wouldnât get to cum.
But he couldnât keep his hands off.
He couldnât look at this perfect little body on top of his and just not touch it.
Steve was flushed, the red tinge from his cheeks spreading down his chest. He was sweaty, panting as he moved, his brow furrowed.
God and Billy just wanted to fucking touch him, wanted to wrap a hand around his cock, wanted to run his fingers through the soft hair on his chest. He wants to leave finger shaped bruises on his soft hips, wants to leave handprints on his ass.
Steve sped up, his fingertips digging into Billyâs pecs.
Billy huffed, his own hands gripping to the headboard, white knuckled and nearly shaking.
âPlease, Baby. I want to, I fucking need to touch you.â Billy wasnât used to begging, especially during sex. He liked having control, being the one to call the shots.
But he would do fucking anything for Steve.
âPretty Boy please. Just let me, please let me.â Steve smirked at him, grinding his hips against Billyâs.
âI mean, you can touch if you really want to. As long as you donât wanna cum.â Billy threw his head back, still gripping the headboard as he groaned. âYou wanna touch, or you wanna cum? You get to choose, Baby.â Billy choked.
He let go of the headboard, gripping the pillow behind his head.
Steve wrapped a hand around his cock, his hand flying. He sat heavily on Billyâs hips as he came all over Billyâs chest. He was still for a minute, catching his breath before he kept going, fucking himself up and down.
âIâm, Iâm close.â Billy was holding the pillow so hard, he thought he was gonna tear it in half. Steve gazed down at him, his eyes heavy. He bit at his lip, bouncing faster and faster.
âCum for me, Bill. Cum in me.â Billy tensed, his hands flexing in the pillow as he finished. Steve was sitting on top of him, grinding just enough to string Billy through his orgasm. As he came down, his hands flew to Steveâs hips, the soft flesh there, squeezing it.
âJesus, Sweet Thing. Donât think I coulda gone a second longer without gettinâ my hands on you.â He pulled Steve down on top of him, kissing the side of his head. âYouâre so hot, just wanted to touch.â
âGotta learn when youâre not allowed, though.â Steve kissed his chest, nipping him just a bit.
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