Make Me Beg [BL] COMPLETED

Chapter 6

Rylan's POV

He's too cute.

"Yeah?" I peered back at Chet, grasping his hand as we climbed the stairs to my apartment. He was trailing behind me, arm extended out to hold my hand while he held a smoothie in his other. 

He nodded quickly, telling me all about how his day went so far. I usually woke up much later than him since I was up working most of the night so he was filling me in on everything I missed.

We'd only met up an hour ago and decided to get smoothies before heading back to my apartment. He talked just as much as the first night we met, telling me the most random things while asking me questions here and there.

He carried the conversation well, not letting a beat of silence go by before he was talking again. It was cute. He seemed so eager for our little date, making me feel a bit bad that I'd put it off for so long.

He has nice hands, I thought. His fingers were long and slim, perfect for-

"Your apartment's so nice." He mumbled in awe after I shut the door.

"Thank you." It better be for the amount of money I'm spending on it.

I let go off his hand, but only to grab his waist from behind and gently pushed him towards the couch. His waist is slim. I couldn't help but lightly squeeze it. Good to know. "Sit here."

He sat down and looked up at me, blinking innocently as if waiting for me to tell him to do something else. "Do you care what we watch or have something in mind?"

His head shook, fluffy, blonde ears flopping in the process while he watched me close the blinds. Though, it wasn't that necessary since it was already dark out. "I'll like whatever you want."

"Even if it's gory~?"

"Mhm." He nodded firmly. "Whatever you want."

After getting him a water bottle and deciding against giving him alcohol, I sat down next to him in the dimly lit room. I didn't put much thought in the movie we watched, just picking one at random from my watch list.

"Ah," Chet's ears perked up when he saw the movie title, "Kyler likes him a lot."

"Stephen King?"

"Yeah." He looked down at me for a moment. f**k- he's way taller even when we're sitting down. "He has a lot of his books and movies." Oh? It was rude to assume, but at first glance, I didn't expect Kyler to enjoy reading. "I watch them with him sometimes but he gets annoyed when I ask what's going on too much."

I wanted to tell him he could ask me but I'd probably be as lost as him.

Thankfully, he didn't. He actually seemed to understand what was going on throughout the whole movie while I felt my mind wander. What the f**k is going on? Maybe I should've stopped zoning out and I'd understand how we even got to this part in the movie.

I couldn't help it- he's too cute. His ears twitched a lot, perking up when something startling happened and flicking when he was confused. Whenever there was a sudden, loud noise- his ears would flatten and blend in with his hair.

When is it gonna be over? I honestly just wanna kiss him.

As soon as I thought this, I remembered what he told me last week. Has Kyler kissed him? It was mostly curiosity, but I wanted to ask him what they actually did. We didn't have s*x, he said. So they definitely did something.

Ugh, how did Chet manage to get Kyler in his bed when I can't even send him a casual text first. I wanna be in his bed too, I thought sulkily.

Though, after I had fallen asleep on facetime that one night and woke up to a text from Kyler, we'd been talking more. It had slowly moved away from texting about Lucas to more casual texts, even if he's the one initiating it.

I didn't think it was that necessary for Chet to tell me if they had s*x or not. He's definitely cute and my type, so I could see us being something in the future, but I've still only known him for two weeks. What he did in his private time didn't really concern me.

But, as I thought about it more, I felt grateful that he did. If we were to start dating in the future, would Kyler be a problem? Chet said he asked Kyler for help so I'm assuming Kyler didn't seek him out for s*x, but he didn't say no either.

Could Kyler be interested in him? Chet definitely thought the sun shined out of his ass but I wasn't sure what Kyler thought about him. And they're roommates, they're about to start working together, and they train together.

So yeah, as I thought about it more, I was grateful he told me.

Still, I felt it was necessary to tell him we weren't dating yet. I didn't expect him to get so visibly upset after I said this. I'm sure he knew we weren't dating so why was he so upset? I still wasn't sure why.

Chet's clingy. I noticed it the first night we met. It wasn't a bad clingy, it was cute even, but it was a lot for us just meeting.

Sometimes I thought he was just like that, overly friendly and always wanting to talk, but I noticed he's only been like this towards me, Kyler being an exception to this.

I didn't mind how he always wanted to talk to me, it was reassuring that he liked me so much, but I was surprised how much he liked me already. Especially for just finding out he likes guys too. I thought he'd be more hesitant liking a guy for the first time but he was diving in head first.

But he's cute, so I didn't mind how quickly I've grown on him. He's growing on me too.

If he hadn't told me what he did with Kyler, I wouldn't have even thought about trying to get him my bed already. I thought he'd want to wait and do something s****l for when he was in a relationship, but I guess I was wrong.

Why Kyler though? Is it not messy to f**k around with your roommate and trainer? Is that not something that can get him fired?

But as I thought about hot Kyler was, I understood. I'd jump at the opportunity too.

Fuck- why did they both have to be exactly my type. Big guys are so cute, I just wanna sit on their face all day long. The urge to ride their d**k into the sunset was big, so big that I might just try to do it.

If Chet wasn't- maybe?- interested in Kyler and Kyler wasn't his roommate, I'd definitely f**k him. God himself could not stop me from f*****g a man that good looking.

If I'd met him somewhere else and maybe before Chet, maybe even after, I would use any means possible- with consent of course- to f**k him.

I'm glad Chet had noticed me first. I feel like I might've scared him off if I approached him boldly and asked to f**k at the bar.

Oh- he's staring at me again.

I silently wondered if he noticed that I wasn't paying attention. I wondered if he thought I was bored, but as he kept stealing these little glances at me, I didn't think so. I think he just likes to stare.

He looked like he wanted to say something, hands nervously clenched in his lap while trying to secretly sneak glances. He really looked like he wanted to say something but didn't have the courage to so I was just gonna ask instead, but- "Kyler has that guy as a figurine."

My head turned to him to stare silently.

Kyler, Kyler, Kyler.

Fuck Kyler.

Actually- I'd really like to f**k Kyler, but I was sick of hearing his name. I haven't even been with Chet for more than a few hours and I probably knew more s**t about Kyler than I did himself.

Maybe he was something to worry about.

"Why are you thinking about Kyler~?" My head tilted almost unnoticeably as I stared at him. "I'm right here."

His face was slowly turning a light pink, white people blush so easily, and his hands pressed into his knees nervously. "I know, um, I didn't mean to say that." His ears twitched subtly. "Like- I did but I didn't. I'm just nervous." He finally admitted, looking adorably bashful.

Nervous, huh? He looks it.

"Why are you nervous?" I grabbed his hand, making him flush even more. "We're just watching a movie."

"I don't know." His ears twitched again. "I say random things when I get nervous and, um, I didn't even mean to say that. I was trying to ask if I could kiss you, but then I thought that I shouldn't ask 'cause you're just supposed to do it, right? But I was too nervous to because I've only ever kissed you, and-"

Fuck me- that's really cute.

I didn't picture myself pulling him down to kiss me while someone was being brutally murdered in the background, but here we are.

Chet let out a soft noise, surely surprised that I guided him down by the back of his neck and pressed our lips together.

Yeah, I thought as I kissed him, he's definitely nervous. His movements were just as unsure as they were when I kissed him the first time, if not more, but he tried his best to copy what I was doing.

I wouldn't say I'm an expert at kissing, but c'mon-I'm a w***e, I know enough. So it was easy to lead the kiss and have him part his lips like I wanted.

He was surprisingly obedient, going a little slack and bending down more so I didn't have to lean up as much. I guess I shouldn't say surprisingly- Chet seemed like he'd be obedient in bed, letting me do whatever I wanted to him while asking so sweetly for more.

And God, I'd give it to him. I might make him beg a bit, but I already knew he'd be a good boy so I'd give in right away.

Ugh, big guys are so cute.

After pulling away, I noticed that my mouth tasted like banana. Who the f**k gets a banana smoothie voluntarily? Though, it didn't taste bad, sweet even. But maybe my mind was just tricking me, telling me his kisses tasted sweet since I liked him so much.

Either way, I wanted to kiss him again.

"Um," his voice was soft as he stared down at my lips, "can I kiss you again?"

The tv was loud as I leaned up, screams of pure terror rang in my ears but it sounded muted as I lost myself in kissing him.

Oh? He parted his lips on his own and hesitantly let his hands wander to my knees. He's a fast learner.

I almost wanted to sit myself in his lap and slowly rock down, hopefully being able to get a feel of how big he is down there, but he'd probably shoot in his pants if I did, so I refrained.

Baby steps.

Just after I wrestled down my inner w***e, his hands slid up to my thighs and gently pushed my hips down. Oh..?

Oh.

I was pleasantly surprised when he gave me a soft nudge so I'd lay down on my back. Without even thinking, my thighs spread so he could comfortably lay between them while he hovered over me.

Baby steps my ass. If he wanted it, I wasn't gonna say no. Who the f**k would?

My hands cupped his cheeks to bring his head back down so I could press our lips together again. He gave me these gentle pecks, and they were cute- they really were- but I parted my lips to deepen the kiss instead of his little, innocent kisses.

He let out a soft noise when my tongue traced over his bottom lip to get him to open up and let me lick into his mouth.

The taste of bananas was even stronger when he obediently let me slip my tongue into his mouth. Those innocent pecks turned into something longer, something hotter that had me wanting him even closer.

Not one to easily squash my urges, I let my hands wander down and slide under his shirt. The little noise he let out was more than rewarding, so I couldn't help but slowly pull him down by his sides.

His own hands were placed unsurely, as if not knowing where to go. One was barely hovering over my hip, holding my sweater more than anything, and his other was placed right next to my head, surely to hold up his weight so he wouldn't crush me.

Being the slut I was, I didn't hesitate to press our hips together. I guided him down until he was mostly laying on top of me while he still supported his upper body.

If I was positive he wouldn't shoot in his pants, I would've raised my hips to grind my d**k against his, liking the slight pressure against my d**k right now, but I wasn't so-

He was probably just copying my actions, but his hand suddenly slid under my sweater and cupped my side. My skin tingled when his fingers started rubbing into my side. Ah- f**k it.

"Mm." Chet let out this soft noise, something close to a moan but not quite, when I lifted my hips and pressed ours snuggly together, not leaving even a centimeter of space.

Is he..?

I ignored it for a while, liking the way his lips felt against mine too much to stop.

We made out for a long time, long enough for Netflix to automatically start playing a different movie after ours ended. It reminded me of when I was still in high school, feeling too nervous to move past kissing so we'd lay there and just make out for hours.

Now that I'm older, I didn't feel nervous but it was clear that he was, so I didn't push it. I liked kissing him and I liked the way his body felt under my hands, so I didn't see any reason to try and stop.

He must really work out a lot. I lightly squeezed different parts of his back, purely for my own curiosity. Now that he was holding up his weight, his muscle was even more evident. Nice.

I tried not to think of all the different positions we could have s*x in. He could probably hold me up anywhere and f**k me without a problem-

I stared up at him when he suddenly pulled back. His lips were slick with spit and a little swollen from when I sucked on them. Cute. He was panting softly, and I could relate, I felt just as breathless.

"Sorry." He apologized shyly, but I wasn't sure why.

"For what?" My hands slid down his back and smoothed his shirt back down, just so I could bring them up and lightly scratch at the back of his head.

"Um," he chewed his lip for a moment, growing even shyer by the second, "..I'm hard."

He whispered it like it was a deep confession, and like I hadn't felt it ten minutes ago. Should I pretend I didn't? Would he be even more embarrassed? It was kinda hard to not notice his bulge against my thigh, no matter how hard I ignored it.

I even thought of sticking my hand between us so I cup his bulge and maybe give him a hand job, but eventually decided against it.

"Oh?" I settled for. "It's okay, that's not something you apologize for. I feel flattered even~"

"Really?"

"Mhm." I gave him one more kiss, nothing more than a peck, and lightly pushed at his chest. "C'mon."

He sat up so I could get up myself and watched me stand up. "Where are we going?"

"My room." I grabbed his hand and started pulling him along with me. "I'll take care of it for you." 

"Take care of it?" It was clear he understood what I meant, judging from the way he went pink and his hand tightened around mine.

After closing the door to my room, I gave him a few nudges so he'd sit on my bed. I felt grateful that I somewhat cleaned up after I woke up, considering he was looking around so intensely.

"Your room is nice." He finally complimented, and he seemed to mean it, not just saying it to fill the silence. "Very grown up-y."

My lips twitched up. "Thank you." And then I was spreading his knees so I could kneel between them.

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I want to take this time to thank God.

I'm not that good of a person so I'm not sure what I did to deserve this generous karma you have bestowed on me, but I am very grateful.

You could've picked anyone and you picked me to have this beautiful, beautiful man in my bed, and for that, I am forever in your debt.

I'll remember this when the cashier asks if I want to round up and donate to help some little kids fight cancer. I'll do it God, I'll round up- just for you and because of this moment.

Amen.

I had to take a moment when I saw just how big Chet was. The small feel I got on the couch didn't do this moment justice.

I had to hold back tears. Knowing I'm going to f**k this beautiful, beautiful man one day, it was almost too much. I'll spend every moment of my life paying back this generous offering I have been given- no- handed.

It didn't matter how sore my jaw already felt, it was more than worth it to hear his breathy moans, and they were all for me.

I could feel him staring down at me, heavy eyes fluttering every now and then as he tried to soak in every detail.

Even with how soft my carpet was, my knees still felt sore. I may be 25 but these knees are 60. I almost regretted not laying him down and sucking him off on the bed, but I quickly forgot about it when he moaned again.

His hands were gripping the edge of the bed tightly, looking like he had to refrain from f*****g into my mouth. You can, baby. Yet, I didn't say this aloud. It's his first b*****b, I'll let him go at whatever pace he wanted.

This didn't stop me from trying to suck him dry.

He's so cute, and just so expressive, I couldn't help but dive right in.

His c**k was heavy in my mouth, pulsing and twitching with almost anything I did. He's so sensitive, how cute. I was a little impressed, I thought he was gonna c*m as soon as I put it in my mouth.

"Mmm." He moaned softly and finally let his hand fall to my head. He didn't pull or push at all, just left it there as a heavy weight. Every now and then, if he remembered, he'd run his fingers through my hair but that was about it.

Awe- If our roles were reversed, I wouldn't have hesitated to grab his hair in my fist and pushed his head down so I could f**k his throat. Ah- that's a little mean for his first time though, huh?

Then maybe just for him, I'd let him play with my d**k and experiment all he wanted, holding down the urge I always got to see my partners cry. Just because he seems like such a good boy, I'd hold off a bit.

"Rylan." He suddenly whimpered, making me glance up.

His hair was falling in his face and his face was starting to scrunch up, showing me that he was probably close to his o****m. Ah- I really wanna make him cry.

I slid his c**k out of my mouth and let it rest against my lips. While I stroked his base, "You gonna c*m?"

He chewed at his lip as he let out another breathy moan. "Mhm."

What was that? Four minutes?

Good for him.

He lasted longer than I thought he would, considering he got rock hard from just making out. I'll even swallow since he held out for more than a minute.

"Yeah?" I teased at his tip, sucking and digging my tongue into his hole since I noticed he was especially sensitive there.

As expected, "Ahh." He has some of the sweetest moans I've heard. Though, I could've just been a little biased. "Mm, can I?"

Fuck me- is he asking for permission?

His stomach clenched under his shirt and I could feel his c**k throbbing against my tongue. "Please." His chest was starting to rise up and down faster, and his thighs kept tensing under his jeans. "I-I can't hold it. Please- can I c*m?"

The urge to say no was almost too strong. Even if I did say no, I know he'd c*m down my throat, but it would be adorable to see him apologize profusely and try to make it up to me.

But we still weren't that close, so I didn't.

Instead, I hummed softly and nodded my permission.

He cursed lowly, "f**k," and leaned forward slightly, looking unsure if he wanted to f**k into my mouth or shy away. Even if he had, I'd easily chase him and suck him dry. "Oh- m'gonna c*m, m'gonna c*m-"

What a cute expression he's making~

His eyes slipped shut and his mouth fell open, unable to stop all the breathy moans and little whimpers that slipped past his lips. His eyebrows scrunched when he finally did start cumming.

I didn't bother deep throating him again, I'd probably choke if he came straight down my throat with how big he was, and the tip was where we were most sensitive, so I focused all my attention there.

"Feels so good." He gasped and shot his first rope of c*m in my mouth. "Oh, f**k-"

I sucked on his tip maybe a little too hard, considering the way he jerked and his ears lowered even more. But as I felt his c**k pulse and jerked in my mouth, I'm assuming he liked it.

I stroked his base and let him coat my mouth with his c*m until he finally stopped cumming. He came a whole f*****g lot. I almost didn't wanna swallow, but he was good, so I did.

I would've swallowed whether he did or not, but I could tell he ate a lot of healthy s**t. His c*m didn't taste like most guys', it didn't taste good by any means, but it didn't make me gag like most guys' did.

Giving his tip one last suck, I let his c**k fall from my mouth so it could soften against his lap.

"Sorry." He immediately rushed out an apology and hurriedly smoothed out my hair when he realized that his hand tightened in it when he came. I didn't mind but I still let him fix the messy strands.

"It's all good." I licked my lips just to make sure there wasn't any c*m or anything, and his eyes immediately flicked down to my mouth.

Just to see that pretty pink cover his cheeks again, I leaned my arms on his thighs and laid my head on them. "Did that feel good?" Maybe it was mean to tease him like this, since we both knew it did, but I couldn't help myself.

"Yeah." He nodded shyly while chewing on his bottom lip again. "Um.. it felt really good." His shoulders hunched. "Thank you."

Who thanks someone for a b*****b?

It had my lips twitching up, he's too cute, I wanna spoil him a bit.

"You're welcome." I stood up and was momentarily left wondering how we could be the same height when I was very much standing and he was sitting down.

Whatever.

"Oh." He let out a soft sound when I placed myself in his lap and straddled him.

I ignored how his d**k twitched against his stomach and wound my arms around his neck. His hands, a little less hesitant this time, found their way to my waist and lightly squeezed.

What a good boy, he's slowly learning.

"Do you think you could help me?" I questioned softly. "You were so cute, I couldn't help but get hard."

"Ah," he looked down at my lap, as if suddenly realizing I had a d**k too, and looked at the bulge under my jeans, "Yeah, I can."

"Yeah?" My hands played with the soft strands of hair that tickled his neck. "You don't mind?"

"I want to." He insisted. "Please."

Please? He didn't need to beg to help me get off but I certainly wasn't complaining.

Not being able to himself myself, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his again. He eagerly responded, seeming to like kissing as much as I did.

"Am I getting better?" He asked hopefully once I pulled away.

"You were always good." I pecked his lips one last time and unwound my arms from his neck.

Unbuttoning my jeans, I felt subtle relief course through my body. Seeing how easily he got worked up and just how much he liked my b*****b had me just as worked up.

I was almost surprised with myself, not expecting to be this hard after only giving head. Something about big guys just gets me.

"Your d**k is cute." He mumbled.

My eyes dragged back up to his to find him still looking down, watching as I slowly started to j******f. Cute? I wasn't sure if he was calling my d**k small or genuinely thought it was cute, so I didn't ask.

My d**k isn't small but next to his, it might as well be microscopic.

Whatever.

I pressed forward in his lap and let out a soft hum when his arms circled my waist. I felt small sitting in his lap like this, he easily towered over me with his ridiculous height and his overwhelming muscles.

I wonder if he bottoms.

The thought lingered in the back of my mind as I stroked my d**k. He's a hybrid, it's natural that he'd try it, right?

Chet didn't let me think about it long, leaning down and offering his lips so sweetly. I was easily distracted by how intoxicating his lips felt against mine. He actually is a good kisser.

I wound one of my arms back around his neck so I could pull him snug against me while we made out. As I licked into his mouth, I felt his hand slide down my side so he could start to jerk me off himself.

Oh?

Seeing he wanted to do it, I let go and felt his touch immediately replace mine. His hands are so nice, I wonder how his fingers would feel inside of me.

"Is this okay?" He mumbled against my lips and I hummed lowly, silently telling him it was.

His movements were a little unsure and his hand wasn't as tight as mine was, but it still felt good nonetheless.

When his kisses started turning slow and he stopped responding so much, I pulled back to find him already staring down at my lap. He was watching the way my d**k slid in and out of his hand intensely, as if he couldn't look away even if he wanted to.

"Is this your first time touching someone else?" I was trying to find out just how much him and Kyler f****d around with each other but I didn't think I should ask directly, especially not after I basically told him we're not dating and he can f**k whoever he wants.

"Hm?" His eyes flicked up to mine for just a moment before looking back down. "Oh- yeah. I've never, um, touched someone besides me. Am I doing it okay?"

"You're doing good." I assured. So he hasn't touched Kyler, huh? I doubt he'd lie. "It feels nice."

"Feels nice." He repeated softly, more to himself than me. His ears twitched from the praise and I'm sure his tail would be wagging if he wasn't sitting on it. He's so easy to please.

I wanted to push him down and sink myself down on his c**k but I'm sure he might pass away if I even tried it. He's still a virgin, baby steps, baby steps. We've already done so much today.

Oh, but he's hard again-

I was a little impressed that he could almost immediately get it up again. I wasn't sure if hybrids were just like that or if it was because he was a virgin, but I didn't really care.

"You wanna try this?" I had him let go of my d**k so I could press forward and grind ours together.

"Oh-" His stomach clenched.

Instead of just jerking myself off, I wrapped both of my hands around our d***s so we could do it together. "I can do it." He jumped to say when he realized what I was doing.

"Yeah? Go on then."

Unlike me, he didn't need both hands and I, once again, took the time to thank God for this beautiful, beautiful man.

I'm sincerely sorry for borrowing from stores when I was a teenager, and thank you for forgiving me and giving me such a big c**k to make mine. I will never forget your oh so generous kindness, and I'll do my best to make his d**k only mine.

Amen.

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i never make rylan's pov's serious im sorry ‍♀️ all he thinks about is d**k he can't help it

sorry if you're not religious lmao. neither is rylan so idk why he keeps praying. OH or if you are religious and this if offensive

but yeah

maddie