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"Hey, babe," he says in a wistful voice. I glance up from my Reddit feed, only to drop the phone. Standing before me is my boyfriend, though I had never seen him looking so wonderful before. His bright blond hair spikes up in the back, and bangs drape down, covering one of his eyes. As he flutters the visible one, I can swear he wears eyeshadow. He bites his glossy lip, tilting his mouth in a smile and drapes his fingers over the black collar fitted tightly around his neck. Just below his fingers, black gloves go up to his upper arms. From there, all the way down his thin frame and to his thighs, that was the only thing he was wearing. He pushes his stocking-clad toes against the floor, arching his back as he rests his hand upon the doorframe, giving me a full look at his shining, smooth body. Between his legs his length sticks up, tall, eager, wanting more. "Do you like what you see?" he asks, his mouth not closing, his breath coming heavy as he looks to my eyes. "Oh gods, yes..." I say, pushing myself up from the chair. "Wait..." he gasps, moving the fingers down from his collar down over his chest. "Not yet... I want... I want to feel pretty. I want to enjoy your face..." I remain there, half standing as I stare at him, awaiting whatever comes next. He sighs, closing his eyes, and stroking his fingers back up to his glossy lips. They wrap around his fingers, sloshing loudly before he pulls them back with a loud pop. Now coated, he trails his fingers down, letting the spit glisten on his skin. I didn't even realize it at first, but he pushes himself away from the door and walks on over to the side table. There, he hooks his finger under the nozzle of our hand lotion, and he crosses the gap closer to me. He sits down on the coffee table, one foot sitting on my dropped phone, insuring that I wouldn't take it and be distracted. The stocking pulls so tightly upon his other foot, I can make out each individual toe as he places them upon the arm of my chair, steadying himself. His breaths are so loud, so ragged now. I can feel his excitement building. I cannot look away. He squirts the lotion into the palm of his glove. It's a small price to pay for what's coming next. He then grasps the underside of his hard length, whimpering as the cold lotion touches his warm skin. Without any hesitation, though, he slides that lotion up and down along his shaft, keeping his eyes fixed squarely upon me as he pleasures himself. He keeps the position up the whole time. I think both of us forgot the presentaiton going on, but he didn't need to seduce me more. All I needed to see, all I needed to hear, was his voice going higher, groaning in exasperation. That was my time to strike. I grab his wrists, pulling his hands away from his quivering member. He gasps, staring up at me, whimpering. "You are such a tease..." I say, leaning in and whispering into his ear. "Let's see you deal with being teased now." He pretends to fight. He acts like I'm a big meanie. Begs me, pleads with me, to let him cum! And I will

When I'm good and ready.