Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 325 - 235. Time and Place 2

Fuck. Can’t believe this.

I clamped my mouth shut, unsure how to start with this topic when Henry gave me a reminder.

"I was on top of you and asked you how I could help, you kissed me, and then...?" He whispered in my ear, making me shudder.

"Damn, you really remember everything, huh?" I mumbled back, my eyes closed as I buried my head in Henry’s neck.

"I promised I would. What happened then...?" Henry slurred.

"I flipped you over and was sitting on you..." I started.

"Like now?" Henry nibbled on my ear, his voice luring me into speaking more.

"Yeah. You stroked me through my pants." I said, feeling his hand on my private parts. Torture, fucking torture.

"Continue, Kenny." Henry whispered, kissing my neck.

"I pushed you away, but you held onto me...and said..." I felt him wandering between my balls and my cock, teasingly touching through the fabric that suddenly seemed way too thick, letting me feel way too little.

"What did I say?" Henry’s breath accelerated the greed in his voice audibly.

"You said, ’You showed me what I could do to help. So, stop thinking.’"

He hummed.

"What happened next? Did you push me away again?" He squeezed my tip through my pants as if to punish me.

"..." I struggled with my answer, swallowing down the curses on my tongue, finally answering.

"...No."

"Good boy... What’s next?" He praised me, this damn asshole. If someone was praising the other, then it would be me doing it to my dog, not the other way around. Who the fuck is a good boy? Should I punch you in the face, you fucker?

"...You took my cock out of my pants." I continued in defeat, wanting to just get rid of my pants—the unnecessary fabric that was separating me from the stimulation his touch provided.

I felt my pulse hammering in my head; the embarrassment and cringe hit deep, but more than that, I was simply fucking nervous.

I felt Henry’s hand reach into my pants, doing as described, making me flinch.

"And then...?" He asked hoarsely, softly jerking off my hardened dick.

"You took out your own..." I tried to empty my head and stared at the darkness behind my closed eyelids, noticing vividly that he was doing the same, without letting go of me, but also without using more force, making his movements agonizing.

"What did we do next, with both our cocks out in the open...hm?" Henry asked, though he probably already had an idea; it seemed he was hellbent on torturing me by voicing it out. I shuffled a bit closer to him so that our private parts were touching.

I thought it would be enough as an explanation, but Henry stopped his movements completely and sat there motionlessly as if he threatened to go on strike if I stopped talking.

Fuck, I was already turned on by his touch, though it had been way too tender, so my brain had lost enough blood, making me give in AGAIN.

"You pressed them together and jerked us off." I said, feeling Henry’s hand on my ass as he forced my lower body even closer to him, to then grip both of us, like he had done in my vision.

I breathed out tremblingly as he finally tightened his grip, and I could feel him against me.

It felt so much more intense than in my vision, maybe because I knew it was real, maybe because of this cringey way of dirty talk I had to do.

"Did I move like this?" Henry asked breathlessly, his voice a notch deeper, also aroused as hell.

"No, harder and faster." I answered, and Henry followed suit.

I swallowed a moan, holding onto Henry, hugging his neck with the damn cold collar that didn’t help one bit to cool me down, without taking a look at what we were doing, without opening my eyes at all.

"What... happened then? Did I say something? Did you?" He pulled my shirt under the open jacket to the side, biting my shoulder before sucking so hard that it nearly hurt, again letting me tremble and nearly cum.

What the fuck am I doing here? What the fuck is this gay shit? Aaaahhh!

"I said, ’Fuck’..." I moaned my answer more than just saying it, again getting nervous and embarrassed by what was going on, though it lessened soon when I felt the wetness of both of us, proving that I wasn’t the only freak here getting turned on to no end.

"Why did you do that? Why did you curse?" Henry breathed heavily, accelerating his movements and tightening his grip—fuck, it felt fucking AWESOME.

"Because I was close," I groaned.

"Close to what?"

"Close to cumming." Fuck, fuck, FUCK!

"What did I say?" He couldn’t just shut the fuck up, could he?

But now everything didn’t matter anymore—fuck the nervousness and the embarrassment. The need to release was so overwhelming; I had to hold back from putting my hands around his, though I couldn’t possibly move faster or harder than he already was.

"You said..." I started biting into his shoulder in return, trying not to come instantly but soon losing the fight.

"’Together.’" I moaned and came hardcore, my body jerking as I again sank my teeth into Henry’s shoulder, feeling him coming as well as he grabbed my neck right above the collar with his free hand to force me closer to him and my teeth deeper into his skin.

"Fuck." He was still trembling, not letting go and continuing his movements, albeit far softer—which was the behavior of a sadist, just like in my vision.

I let go of his shoulder and hummed in agreement to him cursing; that was really... damn.

My eyelids felt heavy, and I was glad that I showed at least one alleged trait of a regular straight dude, which was getting sleepy after cumming.

"Sleepy?" Henry asked.

"Yeah, I just thought about how this was making me a regular straight dude." I chuckled.

Henry laughed, still gripping both of our cocks, still trying to catch his breath, still holding onto my neck, squeezing it.

"If that just now was straight, I never want to go ’bent’ again."

"Shut up." I was feeling tired and sticky from all the stuff that came out from us, and here he was bullshitting around.

"Don’t use your power." He reminded me, his hand moving from my neck to comb through my hair soothingly.

"Ah. Good that you say it; I nearly had done that." And nearly had us electroshocked because of a wet towel that I would have conjured up, which, in case I was able to get it up before getting shocked, would have aided the electricity in grilling us—what a way to end this little...well...get-together. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"I’ll find a way to get us clean; take a nap." He assured me, but it came across as alarming instead.

"If I catch you licking places you shouldn’t, I’m going to beat you." I threatened with a half-asleep mumble.

Henry laughed, sounding far away as I drifted off while I felt his heart still beating fast, sounding just like mine—my body still excited but my mind relaxed and sated.

"That’s too bad." He whispered in amusement.

"Then I’ll have to make sure not to get caught."