I swipe the flat of my tongue across the tip before he can answer, lapping at the bit of pre-cum. It’s a burst of salty flavor on my tastebuds, heady and not what I was expecting. Even more unexpected…I don’t hate it. At all. A sharp inhale causes me to look up, and when I do, I swear I could come just from looking at him. His eyes are two balls of blue fire, burning with an intensity that sears right into my soul.
