Phase 1: Planning
"What do you want for your birthday?"
"My birthday?"
"Yeah, isn't it next week?"
There's a brief pause before Craig answers. His back is to me (Thank God) so, I don't get to see his reaction to that question. "Hm, I guess it is. I don't know. I don't usually do anything for my birthday. There's nothing I really want and I don't like cake," he says. "You don't have to worry about it."
How annoying... Nobody ever means that. It's one of those things people say to seem nice but of course they expect at least a gift, day of. C'mon, make this easy for me, asshole! I'd really rather Craig just tell me what he wants. I'm not good at improvising like he is. And he's the type of person that doesn't need anything so, I wouldn't even know where to start.
It was so hard to ask in the first place. Did you see his face? Did I tell you that? No, you didn't. But, it's the third of July! Why is it my fault, I remembered that? It's the day before a national holiday, so it stuck with me! And I mean, Craig's a pretty overt Cancer... Especially with all the crying he does.
I have no choice but to phone a lifeline. I'm thinking I'm putting way too much pressure on myself over this. But isn't it Craig's fault? I don't usually celebrate it. No pressure! I've never had a good or memorable birthday so, good luck! I have to do something and now if it's mundane and lame, I think I won't be able to handle it. It's not even my fucking birthday! And he won't have this much trouble on mine, I bet.
Anyways, I called Kenny.
"Ken, what do I do for Craig's birthday?"
Kenny's about as helpful as Craig. "Oh, uh... I don't know," he says. "Craig doesn't like celebrating his birthday. The most we ever did was hang out together and have a sleepover. The most I ever gave him was weed because he wouldn't accept anything else."
But, Craig can't smoke because of his training... So, I haven't been either, really. Out of courtesy. It sucks. That's off the table. I sigh.
Kenny hums in thought. "Oh!" He says suddenly. "Why don't you plan something for the bedroom? Craig would love that, right?"
"Fine, whatever. Don't help me."
Kenny laughs, "I'm being serious!"
I briefly entertain the idea. "Like what? What am I supposed to do?"
"You probably know what Craig would like better than I would," He says. Yeah, well, I better, fucker. "But, if you need some ideas, I can definitely help you come up with something."
This is ridiculous. What am I considering? But... wouldn't Craig like it? And what if I get him something and he seriously doesn't take it or gets upset that I did it when he told me not to. He'd definitely like this and it wouldn't be going overboard...
Okay, but then what? Craig's always planning that stuff and what haven't we done by now? The more I think about it, I don't even know what he would want or... like. Craig doesn't usually mention it. He's in charge of what we do, so I'd assume he just does it... But he is a pleaser. Really, he seems to be catering to me so… Are we doing what he wants or what he thinks I want? He wouldn't do it if he didn't like it, I'm sure… but, is he completely satisfied?
What the fuck? No, just think about the stuff he clearly likes... Um... It should be obvious but, I guess I'm always distracted by how good I'm feeling.
"What's with the pause? Did you come up with something or are you genuinely lost?" I don't respond. "Wow, Tweek, pillow princess?"
I flush, "Shut the fuck up, Kenny!"
"You really can't think of anything?"
The things Craig likes are simple. He's never told me about his, 'fantasies'. And I can't dom him. I don't even know if he'd like that? He's probably not into what I'm into, in the same way. I know my tastes are... uncommon. I'm lucky he's into it at all. "He's a pervert. Maybe I'm overthinking it. He'd probably like anything...?"
"Tweek give me a day to get back to you."
"Oh, okay... Wait, why?"
Click.
Phase 2: Preparation
My phone starts ringing as I dry the last dish in the sink. "Hello?"
"I sent it."
I check the caller ID. Kenny. "Sent what?"
"I chose express shipping so it'll be there tonight or tomorrow. Let me know if it fits. If it doesn't, I'm gonna be gutted and we have no plan B."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Craig's gift?" He explains. "I called him, casually to, 'chat' and well- Don't worry about it, Tweek. It's guy stuff."
I roll my eyes. "Asshole."
"I can't disclose much. The same way I wouldn't tell him what you've told me," he says. "But, Craig would like to see you dressed up so I sent you something pretty to impress him."
"That's very vague." I appreciate Kenny's discretion but what the hell did Craig say. I'd pay a lot of money to hear that conversation. Too many things are running through my mind. Nothing good. "Dressed up? Like, role play?"
"What the heck?" Kenny laughs. "Nah, nothing like that," he assures me. "You really are more perverted than him... And you couldn't think of anything on your own?"
I flush. This stupid bitch. He's lucky we're on a phone or I'd sock him in his face. "You said dressed up! What was I supposed to think?!" Okay so that knocks out all the sexy occupations: nurse, cop, professor. Which I think I'm thankful for. If not roleplaying… "Then... what am I wearing?"
"Trust me," Ken says. "Just try it on first, at least. Promise? I spent a pretty penny."
"And I didn't ask you to do that! You said you were gonna help. How is this helping?!"
"I bought the gift for you! How is it not?"
"You said I would know best and now you're not even telling me what the fuck it is!"
"Jeez, you and Craig are so ungrateful. You guys are literally always asking for my help and then when I help you, you act like I've done something horrible."
"Whatever, fine. Thanks, Ken. What am I supposed to do with it?"
"… Fuck Craig?"
"I'm hanging up." This is the last time I ask Kenny for anything.
"Wait!" He laughs. "Really. Don't overthink it. Just do what he likes. If you don't know then, maybe just ask him? I feel like Craig is willing to have this conversation."
How aggravating. "Bye."
"Tweek-!"
"Who was that?"
I jump, startled by Craig entering the kitchen. "My… manager."
"Calling now?" He asks, sounding sympathetic.
"Yeah, I'm the only employee besides her that's fully trained right now. So, things have been hectic…" This isn't a lie… but it is.
"You got a package." I whip around to see him put it on the counter. I snatch it up, looking for any indication of what's inside. And breathe a sigh of relief when I'm sure it's secure. "What is it?
Craig catching me off guard like this is making me nervous. I don't know what to say. I've been really trying not to lie anymore and even if I could come up with something right now I don't think I'd be convincing. I hardly ever order anything… No matter what it's suspicious. It's really not a big deal but I don't want to make him think it is by acting weird.
"Uh…" I hum. "It's your birthday present." He still doesn't know what it is so this is fine, right? And now, he'll know I'm planning something even if he told me not to so he can stop me if he really hates it. So I watch him in anticipation to see if he hates it. Craig's indifferent. "Uh, you said I didn't have to but… unless you explicitly tell me not to…" I stammer. "Isn't it weirder if I do nothing…?"
Craig chuckles, he comes over and kisses me on the head. "Go ahead," he says. "It'll give me something to look forward to."
I'm quiet. "Yeah… So, don't come in the room for a while okay?!" I take the box, push past him, run into the bedroom, and slam the door.
This is... terrible. What was I thinking? I shouldn't have said anything because then he wouldn't have any expectations... Now he's looking forward to it and if it sucks or I don't deliver on account of Kenny's psychopathy it's even worse. I put the box on the bed and look around. I pull open Craig's nightstand drawer and grab one of his pocket knifes. I slash the tape and pull the cardboard open.
I sort through the contents until I get to the bottom. My jaw drops. The more I come across the worse it gets. I don't know what I'm looking at. What is this? No, seriously, what is this? Should I call Kenny back? This has to be like… an accident? Maybe they sent the wrong one. Yeah, 'cause isn't this... for women?
It's lingerie. A black, lacy two piece with matching thigh high stockings. What are all these straps?! The bottom half... is missing the back, almost like a jockstrap- Is this for men?!
...So, this isn't a mistake. This is what Kenny meant to send? I'm a bit disappointed.
My first thought is that I can't use this and I'm back to square one. And made even worse because now, Craig is expecting something. Kenny's a fucking asshole.
I stare at the garments in my hands. It looks high quality too. Why would Kenny waste his money for a joke like this? He didn't really expect me to use this?
…He did say to at least try it.
I glance towards the door and then back to the lingerie. This is stupid but, let's just put it on. I lock the door first and then head into the bathroom. I toss my clothes and then pull on the bottoms first. They're the most complicated. But after getting them on I realize the extra straps are just for show. Three on each hip each one coming higher than the last. Then I get the top on. It's something like a halter top except the chest is a see through mesh material and the whole back is open. It has to be tied on. Lastly, I pull on the socks. Turn towards the mirror and check myself out. Front, back, side...
Hm, why does this kinda look good on me? It's definitely not... bad? Comfortable too. I thought it wouldn't be... Maybe because it's not a thong it's not too tight anywhere-
I suddenly realize what I'm doing and see myself in the mirror again. It's a different feeling I get seeing myself, fully dressed yet somehow more exposed than being naked. I flush and rush to take it off. I shove it all in a bag and throw it back in the box and throw the box in the bottom of my half of the closet. Then I pull everything back out, fold the garments nicely and return them to the same spot.
Holy shit. This is so stupid. What am I doing?
Is this really what Craig wants or is Kenny fucking with me? If it really is what he wants, well... Is it all that bad? Let's consider everything we've already done. When you put it in that perspective, this is no big deal. But, it's one thing for Craig to make me wear it. It's a whole different thing for me to go out of my way to put it on for him.
Yeah, this would take the cake for me. Somehow, out of everything this would be the most embarrassing. Right above Craig recently catching me masturbating and finding out I own a dildo. But we won't think about it. I'm convincing myself it didn't happen. I can't believe that. We live together and we're dating but can't I have some privacy? Actually, I was in the living room so I can't really say that either... stupid.
...I'm still recovering. How am I supposed to pull this off? I have no plan and not nearly enough confidence.
There's still time to decide. And if it comes down to it I'll just get him a generic gift last minute and Craig might be disappointed but he won't think about it too much. And we'll move on like nothing happened. Craig said he doesn't care about his birthday so doing anything at all should be fine. I need to calm down. I hate Kenny. I sigh, pulling my phone out once again.
"Kenny, what the fuck is this?"
"You can't tell? You must've tried it on. If you weren't seriously considering it, you wouldn't have called me back."
"Asshole, do you expect me to seduce him?"
"Well, yeah. I don't think you'd have to do much to pull that off though. Especially with the lingerie."
I fume. I'm so upset I can't word how or why. "I can't," I finally manage.
"Can't what?"
"...Do any of it? It's too embarrassing." Kenny bursts out laughing. It only fuels my anger and embarrassment. "What is so funny about this?"
"I don't know," Kenny admits, continuing to laugh harder at himself. "You come across so assertive and I'm realizing it's the complete opposite. I thought it was more of a, 'Craig' thing and you just didn't care but, you're a sub!"
"Hey!" Fuck! "It's not that, I just don't want to do all the work." Not that it's not that, it's not only that.
Kenny laughs harder. I wish I could reach through this phone. "You're not even topping, like on a very basic level you're only like initiating it." If that were it, I wouldn't have a problem doing it. This way is different. Craig and I have a very specific dynamic when it comes to these things. "There's nothing you've wanted to try?"
"I guess but, not enough to agree to be in charge of the whole night and that's so embarrassing what if he doesn't like something? Or doesn't want to do it?"
Kenny laughs more and I get annoyed so I just stop talking until he's done. When he is he says, "Craig might kill me for this later if he finds out…" More laughing. "But, fuck it! He'd already be mad so Imma send you a video Tweek. Watch it and tell me how it all goes, okay?I really appreciate our friendship!"
"What?" Wait, "That's it?!"
"You'll be fine," Ken promises. "Buh-bye!"
I just stare at my phone. Not a minute later the text comes through with the video attachment.
I'm too out of it to have even heard or retained that Kenny was sending me a video so when it comes through, I can't really think enough to even wonder what it might be before just opening it.
I think for a second maybe it's something of Craig until moans eject loudly from my phone speaker and I frantically press all the buttons until it's silenced. I'm so warm I'm sizzling. I glance over my shoulder but I don't think it was loud enough for Craig to hear from the kitchen.
I feel like a fucking idiot. Of course, it's porn. I run my hand down my face, letting out a heavy sigh.
It isn't looking good for me.
But… I'm in this deep. Why would he send me porn? What's that gonna do? I start rationalizing. It looks like just a two minute clip too. Maybe I should skim it at least… to figure out his point? What do I have to lose?
Again, the apprehension is mostly just because I know Craig probably will like this. I just can't convince myself to do it. I don't think I could do it, even if I wanted to. The more I think about it, the worse I feel about myself. Shit.
I put in a headphone, curl up, and hit play.
I'm pretty distracted through the beginning, pondering why Kenny had this video on hand for reference. Straight guys can watch gay porn. Some probably do…? Still, maybe he was being serious before when he said-
What is fuck is this shit?!
I mean, it's porn. I know that! But… the clip Ken sent is of two guys… you know. And one is on top but, 'the bottom' for lack of better term is treating the top… like Craig would treat me?
Not exactly… but he's in charge, despite being the one penetrated. In fact, the position gives him perfect leverage for power. I'm sure the guy he's riding is satisfied too and everything looks like it feels really good. Like that, it'd be so deep but… If I could move how I wanted... my face flushes further.
Part of me even thinks it could be fun… Kenny's not wrong. It's in line with my personality (even if it isn't) and when you put it like this, it wouldn't be hard for me to do... If I didn't think about it too hard. And I know Craig would play along no matter what. That sicko.
I cover my face, groaning. I really don't want to!
I meant it when I said I'd do it for Craig. It just feels like he's taking years off my life sometimes with how he makes my heart go crazy. And don't you think I'm aware of how little sense it makes for me to still get embarrassed like this around him. I just never thought I could be like this with another person.
Before I know it I've spiraled down a rabbit hole, looking up porn for actual research. The only thing turning me on is thinking about doing this with Craig. But I'm too thoughtful to actually get turned on by it.
"Tweek, for dinner…" I don't hear a word Craig says as he enters. I just have a quick and mild heart attack and quickly exit the browser on my phone. Because I didn't hear him though and I was startled. I just stare at him. "You good?"
"What?"
He snickers. "What the hell were you doing?"
"Fuck off. I don't want dinner. I'm not hungry."
"Not even if I make spinach pasta?"
Spinach pasta is my favorite dish Craig makes. Which is why it's so annoying that he says this.
"We'll see… God, now go!"
"Fine, fine..." he says, exiting. "But jeez, Tweek could you be anymore obvious?" He snickers. "Dinner will be done soon... Let me know if you want any help," he winks, making sure to close the door behind him in an unnecessarily dramatic way.
Can you actually die from embarrassment? I shove my face in a pillow and scream as quietly as I can. Then I pretend to cry. Living together was a mistake how am I the only one who keeps getting embarrassed like this? Can't I catch him doing something weird, embarrassing, or sexy? I don't know if he was joking or not. It's not like I'm sitting here with a hard-on but, fuck! It could've been so many embarrassing things and it really was porn- fuck you, Kenny!
I need this to end soon.
I pick myself up slowly. Then I stare at my phone. I grab it and curl back up, continuing through videos until Craig calls me out for dinner.
Phase 3: Execution
Craig's birthday arrives conveniently on a Friday. We decide to go out that night but don't take the day off. Instead we take off the day after. It's a Saturday but both of us usually work on Saturdays.
Craig said he didn't want to do anything so I didn't put in too much effort into the night. If he doesn't want it, what's the point? We aren't doing anything really. His training keeps him on a diet. It's not too bad but, today's his cheat day. So, I got us reservations at his favorite sushi restaurant. That way he can binge and not feel too bad about it. And then when we get back... well, yeah, so...
We both start getting ready as soon as we get home. Heading out shortly after. And the night goes smoothly with nothing really to note. There's no cake or anything, we don't even get dessert because of Craig's diet but also Craig would hate it so we don't tip off the staff of any occasion. I'm being gracious, this time. Just wait, once I'm really comfortable... all bets are off. I'm getting staff to sing. There's gonna be cake and candles that don't go out. Stupid hats and streamers. Those things that you blow into and they unravel and sound like a horn. Surprise parties. Gag gifts. Fireworks. Ha, ha.
Only when we get home does Craig finally ask about his gift. "So, do I get to open my present now?"
"Yeah, sure," I say, acting distracted, removing my shoes. "But, let me take a shower first." I try to be inconspicuous but when I glance up Craig's got this dumb look on his face. "What?"
"Should I take one too then?"
I scoff, "You should shower after going out, it doesn't have to be related to your gift." He just continues to stare, smirking. "Fine, asshole. Yeah, take one."
He snickers, walking off to the bathroom in the living room. "Roger that."
I close the bathroom door and lock it. I lean my back against it. Ugh, this is killing me. I don't think I was this nervous the first time we kissed. Or even the first time we had sex. Maybe that time we did it after he asked me out but not nearly as much. I try to not take too long in the shower but I definitely took more time than I needed just pacing and fretting. This won't work if I'm this nervous so I'm trying to compose myself.
I walk out and call for Craig. I guess I should just stand here so he can see everything. Remember, this is for him. Stay strong, Tweek!
"What?! Bring it out here!" I just about blow a fuse. But instead I do the only other thing I can manage which is sitting silently until Craig just comes to the bedroom to investigate. "Tweek?" I hear his voice closer. The door opens and Craig peeks in. His eyebrows shoot up and then his cheeks turn pink. His eyes go down and then up... and then back down...
He creeps in slowly, taking it all in. "Whoa," he says, approaching me. "What the fuck?"
"I know it's kinda weird. I-"
"Not that. You look good," he tells me surely. "Did you talk to Kenny?" I nod. He narrows his eyes. Oh boy, here we go... "What the fuck? This is what you two talk about?" Why's he acting like this is news to him? Kenny's always harassed me about that stuff. I thought Craig knew. I thought that was why he and the guys always give him that disapproving, suspicious glare.
But, I knew this was coming so I was prepared. "Yeah, I talked to Kenny about it but you did too or he wouldn't have known what you wanted, idiot."
Craig looks annoyed because he knows I'm right. "Well, I would prefer if you didn't and I won't either..."
"Wow," I sigh, dejectedly. "You seriously don't like it? Guess Kenny was lying. I'll take it off and we can go to bed then..."
Craig grabs my arm and pulls me back roughly. "I didn't say that. And he wasn't lying. You look hot." He nuzzles into my neck. "You smell good too." He wraps his arms around me. "You should've just asked me."
"I did."
"You asked the wrong questions." When he gropes my ass, he peeks over my shoulder. "Nice," he admires the view. Then he pulls back and admires that view. "Really nice," he says with a smile and a glint in his eye.
"If you're gay, why the heck would women's lingerie turn you on?"
He uses the hand already on my arm to spin me around 180. "No... I'm pretty sure this was made for men," He fondles my bare ass. I gasp. "And I'm not sure what gender has to do with it. Objectively, you look sexy," he says, catching me off guard. I'm glad when he doesn't notice and quickly moves on. He spins me back to face him. "What'd you wanna do?"
I flush a little. It's easier to say nothing, I deduce. I push craig onto the bed, taking his lips hard with mine.
Craig accepts my non-verbal answer, kissing back.
My heart is pounding but, I commit. And while I have him distracted, I grab something from the bed he failed to notice. I inconspicuously and affectionately interlock our hands and then swiftly bring them together and handcuff him. Craig blinks for a minute, accessing the situation. "Oh, so it's like that?"
"Shut up, I have duct tape too," I warn him. I bet I'm glowing like a furnace.
"Yes, sir," he says, causing me to blush more. How am I supposed to work with this? I sigh discontentedly, pulling out said duct tape. "Hey! Okay! I'm sorry." Craig says more sincerely. "Good behavior only," he promises, biting back a smirk. Not an annoying one, he looks anticipative. "Is there something you wanted me to do?" he asks.
"It's your birthday," I remind him. "So, I may consider requests-"
"Sit on my face," Craig immediately responds.
I give him a look of disgust and roll my eyes. I ripe off a piece of tape and slap it over his lips.
"Stupid. I don't even know why I asked." I should've just blown him, no input. Now I feel dumb. When I glance back, even Craig's eyes are annoying me. It's like I can read his thoughts. "You know what…?" I look around the bed for one last thing that wasn't planned, I grab it and roughly shove it over Craig's face: my sleep mask. I securely cover his eyes and tighten it. "I'll take it off…" I promise him. "One by one, if you can seriously behave." But I mean, what harm could he do like this?
I look over his body, tracing his abs as I consider my next move. Then I chuckle, menacingly. Hm… This could be fun. With him all covered up like this I feel like I'd be comfortable doing whatever I want. Maybe even sitting on his face.
...But I'm not there, yet.
After a deep breath I grab his pecks with both of my hands. "You're chest's been getting bigger…" Since Craig's been working out so much at the gym. Craig makes a noise. Yeah, it's less embarrassing without his input. "I like it." I dip taking one of his nipples between my teeth. Craig starts to squirm, under me. This is great. I suck and nip, while groping him all over. When I finally think I should let up (because his chests is properly soaked in my saliva) I go into just groping.
Listen, this has been on my mind for more than a minute. The way he walks around shirtless is borderline provocative. I'm just gonna go to town and get it out of my system, okay? "Oh," I pause. "I guess if you really want me to stop hum your favorite guitar solo." Craig snorts
At first, I could tell Craig was just shocked. I've messed with his chest before but not so aggressively. But I think he's started enjoying it, whether he wants to or not. When his boner bumps against my butt I seize my attack and sit up. "Whoa, sensitive much? I didn't even do anything yet," I tease.
Craig makes another noise. He's completely flushed. "How come it always sounds like you're trying to say something stupid?" He's quiet. "No, I know. I'm probably projecting." I start rubbing against his hard on and Craig starts taking deeper breaths. Ugh, if he keeps that up, I'll have to take the tape off… But there's one more thing I really wanna try! "Catch your breath, I'm not done yet," I warn him before sliding up his body a little.
He'll still feel what I'm doing and be able to infer… But I'm taking advantage of this opportunity. I push the fabric on the panties to the side and rest on his torso again. Even with him all covered up somehow I'm nervous anyways… He'll be fine, it's not like it will feel really good for him anyways. I thrust my hips forward, grinding my own erection against his abs. "Ah!" Craig flinches. Yes, this is… I start slow so I can get a rhythm going. But it doesn't matter if I move slow or fast it feels good rubbing against him and switching between the two speeds is even better.
Oddly enough, Craig sits well and still like some kinda statue. He almost looks like he's meditating. After watching his face for a minute my eyes can't help but drift down to the mess I made of his chest. Hm…
I reposition again, grabbing his pecks together and rubbing against that now instead.
Craig grunts. It actually scares me. It wasn't like his previous sounds. It didn't sound like he was choking or anything it was just really deep and loud. And after that he starts fighting back!
He's trying to get the cuffs off and I'm sure he could easily break them. "Hey! That's not fair!" Wait, whose birthday is it even? "Just let me finish this, I'm already close…"
Craig won't stop so I peel the tape off his mouth. I can't tell if he's out of breath from excitement or anger. "I didn't care about the tape, take off this mask, Tweek! Now!"I get a shiver down my spine when he yells at me, I bite my lip and resume my fun. "Sorry! Im sorry," he says, struggling. "Take the mask off and I promise to behave again? I just wanna see."
"No, you're gonna stare too hard. That's embarrassing."
Craig's head drops back. "B- But, it's my birthday," he says. "You don't have to sit on my face, okay? Just let me see this."
"Hah, I'm gonna come."
"Tweek!" He whines.
I snicker, "Fine… But, do not move after I take it off!" Craig just nods like a maniac. I pull the mask off his head swiftly, so I can finish my motions. I'm close to coming so I don't immediately meet Craig's eyes. I think I was avoiding them so I didn't lose my focus but when I do I get a jolt like electricity.
"Does it feel good?" Craig asks, somehow shifting the dynamic between us with just his low voice.
"Mm," I nod, growing bashful. "Your chest… is so hot." Figuratively and literally.
Craig's quiet while he watches me for a moment. I should've figured having him watch would just turn me on more. I'm so close, just a little bit more... I'm about to finish off with my hand when Craig abruptly states, "You can come on my face."
"Hah?! Ungh!!" And because he caught me off guard, I do. I keel over, holding my chest. "You…!"
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen… Have you always wanted to do that?" Craig sits up. "Tweek, I think I learnt my lesson, can you take these off?"
Is he trying to kill me? I can't catch my breath.
"This is the best birthday I've ever had and the best gift I've ever received." I can't believe I did that with him watching me. Fuck. I am a pervert. "Actually you don't have to untie me. Did you wanna ride me instead?"
"Holy shit, shut up!" I cover his mouth with my hand and then retract grimacing. "You still have come on your face!"
"Yeah, well what was a I supposed to do?"
"You're acting like you don't even care."
"It's your come, Tweek."
So, that makes it okay if it gets in your eye? "I feel lightheaded."
"Then untie me and I'll hold you."
"No, I don't think I thought this fully through."
"Then untie me and I'll hold you."
I grab a tissue from the nightstand and start cleaning Craig's face without looking at him. Wow… "I'm so fucking embarrassed." Post nut clarity.
"Ow!" I must've got him in the eye or something. I don't know, I'm still not looking.
"Sorry…"
"Tweek…" Craig starts yanking the chain of his cuffs. That's fine. I'm tapping out but like hell I'd do it willingly. "Stop pushing my face and take off these stupid cuffs!" I'd put the mask back on if I hadn't gotten come on his face and didn't actually have to use it tonight. I just got too carried away.
Snap!
I smack my teeth. "Hey!" I whine when Craig finally cracks the chain off his handcuffs.
He pulls me closer into a kiss. He makes sure to compensate for the time his hands were tied, feeling me all over. Even slips them beneath the lace of my garments. "I tried being good. But you're really bad at this."
"I know!" I cry.
He laughs, "I was not disappointed though."
"Ugh," I groan.
"Can I still make a request?"
I groan louder, "No."
"What the heck, Tweek! How is that not worse? You could've just done that on my face!"
"I think that only sounds good in theory," I tell him. "And… Wh- Why do you want that anyways. How's that good for you?"
Craig looks gutted and mad. He scoffs, shaking his head. "If you hate it that much then whatever. It's fine."
I can't believe this. He's pouting! I fume, covering my face with my hands. It's not that I hate it, just- "Why does the position have to be me on your face?"
"I shouldn't I have to answer these questions. Why'd you wanna fuck my pecks?"I let out a shriek. "Yeah, exactly. So…?"
"You haven't even come once yet… though." What is wrong with him. Usually when offered this sort of request, don't people want something selfish?
"This is what I want though!" Craig complains. "You seriously won't do it? When I never ask you for anything like that and it's my birthday?" he cries. "I've eaten you out before. I thought you liked it!"
How is he so annoying? Seriously. That's not the problem here. And I didn't say I wouldn't do it. I'm just trying to figure out why he wants that, of all things. "I'll do it, stupid." If only to shut him up. "Just give me a minute." Sheesh.
Craig plops down on his back and looks up at me. "I'm ready," he braces himself.
I can't even muster an insult with how embarrassed I am. I start climbing over him apprehensively. Eventually, I pull back and sigh. "What if I crush your skull?"
Craig laughs. "You're not going to."
"How do you know?!" I ask. "I'm heavy!"
"No, you're not," he says, surely. He grabs my hips pulling me forward.
"You're just saying whatever to make me feel better."
"Are you… playing hard to get on purpose?" He asks. "Because it's working."
"Would you tell me if you were suffocating?" I ask. "Because knowing you, I feel like you'd just let yourself pass out."
Craig laughs, squeezing where he's holding me. "I trust you, so trust me." Fuck, that was hot.
With Craig pulling me the rest of the way there, I position myself above him accordingly. And slowly, I lower my weight on top of him. Craig grabs my thighs and penetrates me with his tongue. I fold the way I do every time he does this. This is so scary! But he wasn't wrong about me liking it. It feels really good.
Craig suddenly use his hand on my thigh to pull me further into him. It must be his way of letting me know I'm not crushing him… at least not yet. I feel like no matter how I try to help it, gravity is weighing me down. It feels deeper than usual like this. I stifle my moans.
Craig doesn't seem to be struggling and it starts feeling too good to think about anything else. A few more advantages to this position being I can rock my hips how I want pretty successfully and I can enjoy the view of Craig's excited lower half. I bite my lip. "Fuck." I swoop down, taking him in my mouth. I don't usually like sixty-nine-ing because it's too hard to do both but he's driving me crazy tonight.
Craig groans. I give it all I'm worth, despite the tingling in my legs. Luckily it's not long before Craig sits up, pushing me down. "Can I do it, raw?"
If we're already to this point, you fucker-! "Yeah, put it in already!"
Craig plunges into me, easily due to the prep. Maybe that's also why I feel so sensitive. How did I still end up getting so much attention? What he really wanted was to eat me out? Craig flips me onto my back. "I wanna see your face," he says simply, like he was responding to my thoughts. Aw, I grab his face and start kissing him all over. I'm so sorry that I blind folded you! I think I get it now. Like I get it, but I still don't understand it. The things Craig wants.
I peck his ears and his cheeks and his eyes until Craig stops me for a proper kiss. I comb through his hair, wrapping it around my fingers. "I'm gonna come," Craig warns before climaxing. He has a pretty hard orgasm and we lay with just the sound of our breathing for a while.
"Hey."
"Yeah?" Craig yawns.
"I don't get it," I say. "You wanted something that wouldn't even feel good for you. That's why I wanted to refuse so bad." Among other reasons. "What kind of present is that?"
"I thought the outfit was the gift?" He says with his eyes closed. He's falling asleep but I really want to know this and I'll be too embarrassed to bring it up again after this. "Plus, you're always too embarrassed so you don't let me do it as much as I'd like."
"That didn't answer any of my questions."
"What was the question?"
"Why is that what you wanted though? "
"Oh," he says. "Well, seeing you get off, turns me on? Knowing I'm turning you on, gets me off? Or... yeah, it feels better if you're obviously enjoying it," he says. "And I like how your neck turns red when you start feeling it. You act like coy but your body language gets more lewd. I like when you arch your back so your chest sticks out and your nipples-"
"That's enough. Be quiet!" Craig complies quickly and easily since he was already falling asleep anyways. "Really...?"
"Yeah," he says. "You don't think so?"
Well, I like being 'handled' and how Craig always seems to know what he wants to do. It's hot seeing him in charge even doing other things. And he never looks like he's not enjoying what we're doing so I guess I agree. I like seeing him feel good but isn't that true for everyone? "Yeah, no, I still don't get it."