I pressed the flat of my hand against my navel and slowly slipped it lower. In my mind it was Kay's hand, gentle and firm, teasing me and holding me inthralled with anticipation. I slowly wrapped my fingers around my cock.
On the upstroke I paused at the tip, running my thumb over the slit like Kay always. A full body shiver overtook me.
If Kay were here what would he say?
He'd nip at the shell of my ear and whisper in a husky voice. Something like 'does that feel good?' or 'you're always so good for me'.
I'd never realized I had a praise kink before Kay. I'd been a fool.
I leaned against the wall of the shower and imagined it was Kay's warm, supple chest instead of cold tile.
Kay would wrap his arms around me while peppering kisses up and down the expanse of my neck. He would nibble anywhere I seemed sensitive then laugh softly when I had a particularly strong reaction.
I tightened my grip on my cock, continuing to stroke slow and steady.
It wasn't enough.
