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Todd’s POV:
Neil writhed on his bed, back arching and an endless moan slipping across his reddened lips. The actor’s hips bucked up and away from his hand simultaneously, chasing his pleasure, but desperately trying to get away from it as well. The remencase of his past orgasms clear on his flushed chest, already drying up his skin.
“Just a few more, Neil,” He said softly and Neil looked at him from under hooded eyes.
His hand moved slowly up and down Neil’s aching, spent cock, loving the way his touch made Neil whimper and moan. His free hand was carding through the man’s soft, brown locks, his hair having grown out slightly since leaving school. His own cock was throbbing painfully against his abdomen, having been neglected throughout the night so far. But even his own discomfort was not enough to pull him away from Neil.
Neil who was begging him to keep going, to let him cum, to give him the realization that he oh so desperately needed it.
“You can come whenever you wish, my dear, but I’m not doing anything more.” He replied easily as Neil whined, not quicking his pace or tightening his hand in any way.
After a few more moments Neil tensed for the third time that night before shaking involuntarily as his cum splashed onto his already dirtied chest. He watched in pure lust as Neil covered himself for yet another time, his own dick twitched at the sight and he rutted his hips against Neil’s thigh slightly.
Neil squirmed beneath him as if to get away, but the man did not say red nor tap him so he knew Neil didn’t really want to escape his touch. So he kept going despite his lover’s wails of sensitivity and twisting, keeping up his movements. The man’s cock was starting to lose its stiffness, but this did not deter him as he knew that Neil was capable of more. He simply had to be patient as Neil’s eyes fluttered and his thighs shook.
It took a little while for Neil to fully return back to him, staring at him with a dazed out look that made it seem like he’d received much more than a handjob. The man’s lips looked liked they’d been fuck by how wet and red they were, but in realitly it was nothing more than Neil biting at them all night. And the juices covering his skin could easily be misplaced as someone else's when in fact it was nothing more than the reminisce of his own pleasure.
Point was, the man looked absolutely edible like this and it made him wish he could keep him in this state forever.
“It’s impossible,” Neil groaned as he requested one last orgasm out of him.
“Just one more, dear, I know you can do it,” He urged as Neil looked at him doubtfully, but began thrusting up into his hand nonetheless.
He grinned at the action, taking the hand that was in Neil’s hair to the man’s chest, knowing that he’d need more stimulation for this last one. He began to play around with Neil’s pecs and nipples, pinching them harshly before soothing them with his tongue. Neil’s hands came up to pull his head down as he sucked one into his mouth and rubbed the other nub with his free hand. He bit down gently, teasing the hardened skin between his teeth before lapping at it to lessen the pain. Neil hissed at him as he did, but forced his chest upward towards his mouth all the same.
He kept up his ministrations as Neil once again began to pant with want, still only half-chubbed, but clearly getting closer. The pulled his head back just long enough to gaze at his lover’s face, flushed a pretty pink with a doe-y look in his dark eyes. He reached up to press a gentle kiss upon the man’s soft lips, loving the way Neil eagerly kissed him back.
His free hand roamed over the man’s skin, feeling every crack and crevice it could reach as Neil and his tongues danced with each other, not caring about the way Neil’s cum gathered on his hand.. He knew that Neil would soon freeze once more, could tell with the way his hips seemed to be bucking involitantly and the way the man sloppily kissed him, similar to how they kissed while drunk. Not that he minded, he always loved Neil’s lips upon his, no matter how finessed.
And he was right, for soon Neil’s head was dipping back, mouth dropping open in a silent moan as his cock twitched in his hand, cumming dry. He impishly smirked, jerking the man through it until finally Neil fully collapsed beneath him, like a marrette whose strings had been cut. He pulled back then, but only just so Neil could have a bit of room to breathe, not wanting to go far. Neil’s eyes fluttered even while closed, eyelashes contrasting the pretty pink of his skin. The man’s body was completely limp, as if he were asleep, and he looked so utterly peaceful.
This is why they did this, so Neil could have these moments of pure bliss, unaware of anything else in the world, but his own body. Neil was always loopy after, just outright satiated that he seemed almost high. It was incredible to witness and he was so pleased he had been blessed with this gift. He couldn’t describe how thankful he was to be the one to do this to Neil, to put him in this state.
He had all they needed prepared, a bottle of cold water and in their bathroom suite a towel was prepared. He let Neil lie for a few minutes before tilting his head so the man could drink the cool liquid. As Neil drank little sips he slipped into the other room, grabbing the warm, damp washcloth and returning to their bed again in less than a minute. He cleaned Neil slowly, relishing the action of washing away Neil’s cum from his chest as Neil leaned heavily against him.
“What ‘bout you?” Neil asked, palming him sleepily.
“I’m alright, don’t need any help right now,” He answered, throwing the dirty cloth into their laundry bin before settling down into bed with Neil. “Why don’t you take a quick nap and then we’ll have dinner,”
“Hmm, alright,” Neil replied, not sounding all that sold on the idea, but snuggling deeper into his pillow all the same. “But you gotta wake me up if you need anything, ‘specially if you want help with your little problem.”
He was fairly sure Neil was trying to give him an inviting smirk, but it just looked like an exhausted smile and he couldn’t help, but chuckle to himself.
“Of course, dear, now rest up, I’ll be here when you wake.”