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“Let me taste your cock, Precious?” I rasp, bringing just the tip of my index finger to his crown and dragging it through the slippery mess of his precum. His cock twitches and mine does too, aching need building in the base and tightening around my balls. “Let me trace your veins with my tongue and see how nicely you fit down my throat.”

Dylan arches off the bed, clutching the sheets in his fists and nodding eagerly.

“Please,” he pants. I start to shuffle down the bed, but he stops me by threading his fingers into my hair and giving a sharp tug. I look up to see a wicked smile dancing on his lips, his eyes shining with playful lust. “But just a taste. Get my cock nice and wet, then come back up here so I can see how good it feels to have your naked body pressed against mine and our cocks grinding together while we kiss.”

I grin right back and nod. Anything he wants. I’m so fucking weak for him already, and there’s not a damn thing I want to do to change that.

He eases his grip, and I shift down to settle between his legs. His thighs quiver just a little, spread wide on either side of me. I could live right here, with his legs wrapped around me, his tight sac within licking distance and his cock dribbling precum just for me. I’m not a religious man, but I think I’ve just found heaven. I dip my head down and drag my tongue over his balls, feeling them twitch and pull tighter under the wet stroke, his thighs clenching around me. I lick my way up to the base of his cock, then trace the thick, throbbing veins that line his shaft, just like I promised.

The musky, sweet flavor of his skin makes my cock throb. I lap at his shaft in long strokes from root to tip, like he’s an ice cream cone on a hot day. Dribbles of his salty precum roll down to land on my tongue, and his breathing gets heavier with every lick. My hips twitch and I mindlessly grind against the mattress while I get his cock nice and wet like he asked.

“Bas,” he groans, tugging on my hair again as another fat droplet of precum reaches my tongue. He cants his hips and whines.

I take that as my signal, reluctantly leaving his cock with one last swirl of my tongue around his crown before crawling back up the bed. His eyes are wild now and his skin is flushed. My cock drags along the warm skin of his inner thigh as I make my way up to plant my hands on the pillow, bracketing his head as I hover over him.

“I’m not sure you’re going to make it all the way to getting my cock inside you if a teasing blowjob has you this flushed and breathless,” I taunt, nipping at his lips and rolling my hips to bring the full length of my bare cock into contact with his for the first time.

Like my body is trying to get me back for that gentle teasing, pleasure rushes through me from root to tip and doesn’t stop there. My whole body clenches and trembles from the silky pressure of his cock against mine. I gasp and crash my lips into his without waiting for whatever filthy or snarky response he was about to come up with.

I rock my hips again as he licks his way into my mouth, and we trade muffled moans. My cockhead catches against his on the next thrust, and our precum mixes with my spit already drying on his skin to give us just a little bit of slickness to ease the friction. Our legs tangle and our hands wander while we roll and hump and kiss, losing track of time as we savor the building pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good,” Dylan groans, ending up on top of me with his hands braced on my chest, straddling my hips, thrusting his cock against mine like he can’t stop himself. He squeezes his eyes closed and moans again.

“Come like this if you want, Precious. Use me to get off and cover me in your cum.” I dig my fingers into the soft swell of his ass cheeks, encouraging him to thrust faster.

He whimpers and shakes his head, thrusting his hips a few more times before he forces himself to stop.

“I can do that another night, right? I mean…” He’s still breathing heavily, his cheeks a deep shade of pink and his hair messy from my fingers running through it. He licks his lips and gazes down at me. “This isn’t the only night we have.”

“It’s not the only night.” I hook my hand behind his neck again and pull him down so he’s splayed on top of me, chest to chest, cock to cock, our noses bumping and our breath mingling with every ragged exhale. “Unless you kick me out, you’d better get used to sharing this bed. Maybe I should play it cool since this is our first date and all, but I don’t have any chill when it comes to you. I want you. I want to date you and kiss you and fuck you. I want to make myself comfortable at your place and meet your friends and walk your dog for you when you have to work late. I want the whole damn thing, Precious. Is that okay?”

His forehead bumps against mine as he nods, a smile spreading over his kiss-swollen lips again.

“That’s okay,” he says softly. “Now, I want you to eat my ass like it’s your last meal and then fuck me into the mattress. Isthatokay?”

I rasp out a laugh. “Yeah, that’s fucking okay.”

DYLAN

I’m not sure if my heart is pounding more from the sweet, perfect things Bas just said or the fact that I’m so horny I want to scream and his breath is ghosting teasingly over my hole. Maybe equal. A condom and bottle of lube lie on the bed right next to me, my face is buried in my pillow, and my ass is up in the air.

“Please,” I whimper, thrusting back towards him impatiently. My cock sways, hard and heavy between my legs, and my hole aches in anticipation. “Lick me, eat me, fuck me with your tongue and make me scream.”

“That mouth of yours,” he murmurs, clearly praising me as he slides a hand between my thighs and wraps his fingers around my cock.

“Bas,” I gasp, thrusting into the loose grip of his fingers reflexively.

He spreads my ass cheeks with his other hand, and the hot, wet press of his tongue against my hole has me moaning his name again. My insides clench impatiently around the emptiness I need him to soothe, and my hole flutters against his tongue. He laps at my rim with slow, flat strokes, and I fuck into his hand, unable to get enough friction to do anything but edge myself. My hole slowly softens as his licks get deeper, kissing me there just like he kissed my mouth, with muffled groans and sloppy, eager strokes of his tongue.

Heat spreads through me from my toes all the way up to the roots of my hair, my cock painfully hard and my skin feverish and sensitive. He wiggles and swirls his tongue inside me, lighting up nerve endings that have been neglected for too long. My precum is dripping between his fingers, pouring out of me as I rock on my knees, alternating between spearing myself on his tongue and thrusting into his too-loose grip.

“Ready for my finger, Precious?”

“Fuck yes. Stretch me open, make my toes curl, play with my prostate until your fingers are so drenched with my precum that you don’t even need lube,” I babble, biting down on the pillow and bouncing against his face, desperate to get his tongue deeper—anything to scratch the itch building and building andbuildinginside of me.

I gasp at the first press of his finger, slipping in slowly right beside his tongue, reaching deeper than he can manage to lick and then crooking to tap my prostate. I wail and my cock spasms, flooding his palm with so much precum he probably could use it instead of lube if he wanted to. He works his finger in and out slowly, still licking and nipping at my rim, until I’m trembling and whimpering every time he thrusts it deeper again.

“Do you need a second finger or are you too close for me to make you wait any longer?”