Nipple play with Cam nipple play with cam
You squeeze his chest through his shirt (which is made of plastic, making it even easier)
Nipples brush against the fabric, Cam doesn't feel much yet, but you're gonna change that soon.
Grabbing at both of his nipples with your middle and index finger, you tug and twist.
He groans, as his body unconsciously tries to get away from the feeling.
Your own body follows him close, until he hits a wall. You continue your teasing, rubbing with the tip of your fingers at the hardening buds. The more you play, the more he twitches in place, legs rubbing together. Small sighs and gasps can be heard, alongside some lonesome whines and whimpers.
Looking at the view in front of you, his nipples are stiff, now visible through the plastic tank top. He moves, rubbing them accidentally and has to bite his lip.
He's already getting sensitive, but you won't stop just now.
"Lift your shirt up for me."
He does, teeth still biting his lip. He's not able to look at you, so instead he looks to the side.
They're very cute, perky, on the pinkish side. His areolas are on the medium side. You tease that skin, he remains quiet... although the moment you brush your fingers against the hardened nips he gasps.
You press your thumbs firmly into them, rubbing them in circles. You can see him fidgeting, his legs trying to create some sort of friction on his hard cock.
Pulling on them earns you a loud, cute whimper. You pull, with mischievous intent again and again, until his eyes water and he's trembling all over. You can see a stain on his pants, precum drooling freely from his tip.
"Please-please-ah! H-hurts--"
He grips your shoulders, and looks you in the eye, his own needy and begging, mouth half open... a really cute sight.
"P-please touch me--- aaaaahhhh!!!!!"
You rub aggressive circles on his nipples, with the occasional quick pinch to them. He feels electricity through his body, and he knows he's close but he wants you in him really bad. At least touch his cock, please--
A loud sob breaks out from his lips, tears staining his face as his body shakes even more violently, he's only able to stay standing by holding onto you for dear life. He's extremely overstimulated, to the point that forming thoughts is becoming a bit difficult.
"N-no no no please--- please please sir please"
Fuck. He really wants to. But he can't. He can't. He can't.
Your fingers are torture but also feel so good. He's in pain, it burns really bad.
"Sir sir sir sir sir--------"
You stop, and he tries to get some air, he's feeling feverish.
You kiss him softly, he melts under your touch, but immediately winces when you begin to touch his nipples again. His knees buckle...
"If you're gonna speak, you should do it now."
"I--ahh? ahhh ---f-fuck me? Sir sir fuck me sir--"
You pretend to think about it.
His whole body spasms wildly, he's fallen, hugging your leg and humping it just to get any possible type of touch, especially from you. You're kind (lie) so you move your leg so he can ride his high better. He stains your pants with his cum, and you can see the white substance dripping down his leg, falling to the floor.
He looks at you with a frown.
"... We can put some bandages in it so it doesn't brush up against your shirt."
"Or you can go without a shirt. I may be tempted though."
You're not sure what's got him moody. He pouts, crossing his arms. One of his feet taps on the floor slightly.
You try and think about what may have gotten him like that. Which just makes his pout grow bigger and one of his eyebrows twitch.
Oh. You think you got it. He called you sir... and he begged. And you still didn't even touch him directly or fucked him.
You get close to him, and he looks away.
Your hands hold his waist gently, and you kiss him. It's a soft kiss. An apology.
He tries not to reciprocate, but he ends up giving a quick peck at your lips.
"Hmph. You don't even know why I'm mad and you're still trying to apologize? Kiss ass."
"You begged beautifully. I really liked it. You... usually like it when I leave you hanging... I didn't notice this time you really wanted me to touch you. I'm sorry."
He looks into your eyes and his gaze softens. A small blush forms in his face, pout still present.
"Ugh. Whatever. Make it up to me."
"Kiss me... and do as I tell you."
He feels himself getting warmer at the pet name.
Despite his somewhat domineering words, you have a very soft and affectionate time. He tells you where to kiss and what to do, and you comply happily. The sex you have could really well be described as making love.
You know, even brats like Cam want to feel loved sometimes.
And you'll always have time to show that you truly do love him, as much as you're able to.
