24
Frankie
Christ, I don’t think my dick has ever been so hard. Evan’s cock rubs against my leg, and these soft, hungry sounds coming from the back of his throat make my fucking head spin. I should have known it would be this intense with him, that if we ever crossed this barrier, there would be no turning back for us. Everything has always been stronger, magnified when it’s between me and Evan.
My hands slide down his ass and squeeze his firm cheeks. I smile against his lips when he wiggles his ass, giving his tail a wag. I don’t know what it is about the tail, but I knew it would be just what he needed. That it would help Evan sink into his role as pup even more completely.
And who would have thought it would be so goddamn hot?
He continues rubbing his cock against my leg and then it’s me making hungry sounds into his mouth.
“You’re fucking killing me, Pup,” I say when he licks his way down my neck, across my collarbone, and down my chest.
“You make me crazy. Like I’m going to explode if I don’t get to touch you.”
His words go straight to my head. Make me want to bang my fists on my chest like some fucking Neanderthal or something.
I’m in a kneeling position still, but as Evan continues kissing and licking his way down my chest and my abs, I slide down until I’m lying on my back.
“Take my shorts off, Pup,” I tell him.
Evan kneels between my legs, looking up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes before he bites the edge of my shorts, tugging them with his teeth.
“Oh, fuck. You are so goddamned hot.” Lifting my hips, I help him just a little because it’s not easy to pull someone’s shorts off with your mouth.
Once they’re gone, we do the same thing with my boxers. Before I can tell him what to do next, Evan wraps his lips around my dick and sucks me to the back of his throat. I cry out, thrust upward and deep between his lips again.
“Holy fucking shit, if this is what wearing a tail does to you, you’re never taking that damn thing out.” I rub his neck, thrusting my hips in short, measured pumps, fucking his throat.
“Come’ere.” Cupping his face, I pull Evan up to me so our mouths are fused together again. My tongue dips deep into his mouth as Evan throws a leg over mine, riding my thigh, humping it like he did before, his heavy erection rubbing against me.
“Good boy,” I tell him as I rub the globes of his ass. His tail wags back and forth with his movement, making my dick jerk against my stomach.
I’m shaking; I want inside him so badly. “Hands and knees,” I tell him, and Evan promptly obeys, scrambling off me and getting into position.
Part of me thinks I should take the time to get him to the bed, but I’m too hungry for him, this moment too primal and raw to give a shit about something like that.
“Get in front of the mirror,” I say, and Evan looks over his shoulder at me.
“I…” he starts.
“You can do it, Ev. Do you have any fucking idea how sexy you look right now? Get in front of the mirror. I want us both to watch as I fuck you.”
He crawls over as I told him to, stopping on all fours in front of one of the full-length mirrors—this one on his wall. Thankfully, he has a rug in front of it to save my knees. I grab the lube and condom.
Supplies in hand, I crawl over until I’m behind him. Christ, it makes my blood burn seeing how hot he is, seeing the collar around his neck and how nice the harness fits around him. His jock, and again, that fucking tail wedged tightly between his cheeks.
“Do you see how hot you are? How fucking sexy?” I rub my cock against the crease of his ass, around one side of the tail and then the other. “My dick is aching, Ev. I’m leaking pre-come all over your little ass.”
He wiggles his ass, shakes his tail, arches his back. “Jesus, Frankie. You make me feel like some kind of god…sex god. You make me feel wanted like I’ve never felt before.”
“Their loss, my gain.” I rub my aching erection against him again. I wrap my hands around his waist, feel him wiggle toward me, push his ass against me. “Someone’s a little horny, aren’t they?”
“Fuck me.”
“I’m going to. Be patient, Pup.” I rub his back, reach around, and pet his belly. Give him all the love and cuddles that I know he needs. “We’re going to have to play with this plug a lot more often. I don’t want to take it out.”
But I have to if I’m ever going to get inside him.
I rip open the condom and suit up, squirt some lube into my hand and stroke my dick.
“Let’s get this tail out, so I can have a turn with your hole.”
He whimpers a sexy fucking whimper that I don’t know if he even realizes he lets out. Grabbing the base of the plug, I work it out gently, being sure not to hurt him. Once it pops free, I drop the tail on the floor and thrust inside, filling him with one measured pump of my hips.
“Frankie…” Evan whispers, his eyes rolling back in his head. “More.”
“Watch me. Watch us in the mirror, Ev. It’s so fucking hot.”
He looks up, into the mirror and our eyes meet there. He gives me a smile that makes my pulse jump before he changes his position, arches more, spreads his legs better for me.
“Watch me take you,” I tell him as I spread his ass cheeks with my hands, pull out and watch my dick stretch him, disappearing inside him again.
Evan thrusts back against me and rides my damn cock like he’s starving for it.
“Good boy. Such a good boy,” I tell him as I run my hands up and down his back. Our eyes are locked in the mirror again, Evan still decked out in his gear. His tag moves every time I thrust into him and seeing it there does something strange to my chest.
“More,” he begs again.
Hooking one hand in his harness, I slam harder into him. Damn near almost blow my load every time my dick slides in and out of his tight, hot ass.
“Oh, God. Yes, yes, yes,” he says as I rail into him—hard, fast, and hungry like we both need.
“One time I want to watch you by yourself in pup gear. Your tail snug and tight as you wiggle your ass and rub your cock on a pillow—like you’ll die if you don’t get some relief.”
His hole clenches around me. “Right there. Please, Frankie, right there and keep talking to me like that.”
My dick hits his prostate over and over as I fuck him. My grip on the harness tightens. Our eyes are still locked in the mirror as Evan begs for me, sexy as hell on his hands and knees.
“You’re a dirty, little pup. Good thing I like you dirty. You like it when I tell you how hot your hole is? That I want to see you rub off on a pillow until you come all over yourself?”
“Oh God, I’m gonna come, Frankie.” His body tenses, his hole tightening around my dick. He shoves back against me as he cries out, says my name over and over again like he’s fucking praying at my altar. “Frankie, Frankie, Frankie.”
I fucking love that he could come that way, that I got him going so much he didn’t need stimulation on his cock to lose it.
His head drops for a second and then he looks up at me in the mirror again, both shy and confident at the same time, as he smiles and somehow, that’s all it fucking takes. My balls let loose, and my body trembles as I shoot. Seeing fucking stars, I unload inside the condom.
Once I pull out, Evan drops to his belly, breathing heavily. “I can’t move. That was amazing. I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
“Me either. Stay there. I’ll take care of you.” I get rid of the condom before I come back for Evan, pick him up, and lay him on the bed. I remove his hood, harness, gloves, and knee pads. His jock is a mess, all cummy, so I pull it off, raise it toward my mouth, and grin.
“Oh my God. You’re dirty!” he says, laughing.
“You taste good!” I wink, but then toss the jock to the floor before I lie down beside him. Evan automatically nuzzles into my side. “Such a cuddly pup.”
“Your cuddly pup.”
“Yep. ‘If lost please return to Frankie,’ remember?” I finger the tag on his collar, wondering if we’ll ever get to the place where we want my lock on him. I read about padlocks on collars and the commitment behind them.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“I feel the same way.” I kiss his forehead.
“Do you feel better? After getting the letter and everything?” he asks.
“I do.” Being with him always makes me feel better. The pup stuff just takes it to the next level. We started this for him, but now I think I need to be his handler as much as he needs to be my puppy. “I don’t know why it got to me so much. I guess just because the anniversary was a couple of weeks ago. So much of my life all goes back to that one day, ya know?”
There’s no one else I would be saying these things to other than Evan. No one else I’d cut my heart open for, to show them these private things inside.
“I think that makes sense. It was a major day in your life. How can it not affect you?”
“Can I tell you something?” I ask.
“You can always tell me anything.”
“That day…it’s why I do what I do. When I called 911, I waited, crying in that closet…they were the ones to rescue us. It was a paramedic who opened the door and found me. He’d heard me crying. I knew in that moment—that was what I was going to do. As they took care of my mom and me, I just knew.”
He pushes up on his elbows and looks down at me with what looks like adoration in his eyes. “You’re a hero, Frankie.”
“I don’t see it that way at all.”
“You’re my hero.” He leans in and rubs his nose against my cheek.
“You’re sweet, but I’m not sure I can be the hero here when I’m getting just as much out of it as you are.” I pull him on top of me, until he straddles me, our chests touching. “He sent me flowers.”
“Your dad?”
“The paramedic. He sent them to me and my mom. That’s why I do it now sometimes.”
“How can you not see what a hero you are? You have the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever known.” He lays his cheek against my chest and I wonder if he can feel it beating against his face.
“My mom struggled with it a little at first…the fact that I’m gay.” Christ, it’s like I can’t fucking shut up now. I don’t know why all this shit is spilling out of me in this moment.
“Really?” he asks.
“Yeah. I guess it came more from worry. You know she’s my biggest supporter in the world, but it was hard on her at first, or at least, she was surprised.”
“She loves you. There’s no way someone can know you and not love you, Frankie.”
“Thanks.” I smile as my fingertips dance up and down his back. He shivers. I love how responsive he is to touch and cuddling.
“You’re not him,” he says, somehow knowing exactly what I need to hear. “You’re not him, and you never will be. You’re too good for that. And no matter what you decide with him or anything else in your life, you’ll never let your mom down, Frankie. She loves you. Cut yourself some slack. No one deserves it more than you.”
His words fit perfectly inside my chest.
“How did I get such a good puppy?” I ask but don’t give him time to answer before lifting his face and pressing my lips to his. “My pup.”