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I lean down, moving close, studying that hole, familiarizing myself with it before I give it a lick, noticing the way his ass quivers, his breath hitching.
“Fuck, Ty.”
That little attention getting him going encourages me to go for it, this time more confidently, swiping my tongue, then kissing like I would his mouth, slipping my tongue inside. It’s enough to make me go feral, the way I did for his cock. I lock my arms around his thighs, burying myself against his flesh.
He gasps, and I feel my cock crimping in my underwear.
I press my tongue into him as much as I can manage, but it’s like I’m greedy to be inside him because that isn’t good enough. I pull back, wet my finger, then feel around the rim, admiring the way it twitches for me, like Lance is eagerly anticipating the pleasure I can bring him.
But there’s pressure here too. I’ve never done this with a guy. And I refuse to be a shit experience for Lance’s first time. It’s the sort of thought that reminds me how far we’ve come from straight territory, even as I’m slipping my index finger inside him.
“That good?” I ask, assessing his expression.
“That’s fine,” he says in a breath.
I take my time to slide back, enjoying the way his ass grips me, studying the way his back arches, the way his mouth hangs open as he takes it.
“Another,” he begs, so I slip my finger out, pushing my middle finger alongside it, gradually letting it open his ass even more. He’s so damn tight, the sort of tight where I can’t help but imagine how that’ll feel clutching my cock.
There’s a sting in my crotch.
“Fuck,” I grunt, adjusting my pants with my free hand.
I push deeper, feeling around for his prostate, not really sure what it’ll feel like until I reach a tender spot that makes Lance’s body spasm.
“Holy fuck,” he says, his eyes widening, and he looks down, clearly in shock by whatever that did to him.
I keep my finger in place, memorizing the sensation, trying to create a mental map so it’ll be easy to find again.
“That’s it, isn’t it?” I ask, a swirl of sensation in my chest. It’s the sort of feeling I usually get from winning. Adrenaline coursing through my veins.
“I think you know the answer to that.”
I do, and I shouldn’t be as proud as I am, but I can’t help it. “This okay?” I ask, continuing to push against it.
Lance’s eyes roll back, but this time, not in that way they do sometimes when he’s annoyed.
As I continue playing with that spot, he relaxes against the bed, his abs shifting as he rocks his hips back and forth, like he needs more, so I push even harder, massaging.
“Jesus Christ, Ash wasn’t fucking kidding,” he says, and I smile at the adorable commentary.
He reaches for his cock, and I grab his hand. “Uh-uh. Let me.”
Keeping my fingers on his prostate, I lean down and take his cock into my mouth, working him up from both sides.
“Ty…fuck, that feels so good. Keep doing that.”
I obey, refusing to let up my work, even as my cock continues straining in my pants. I feel the moisture on the head where I know I must be leaking precum, but I can take care of myself later. Right now, Lance’s satisfaction is my only concern as I work with more intensity and determination than I would in a TaskFrat challenge.
I think Lance is as hard as he can get, but his dick pulses inside my mouth, getting even firmer.
“Ty,” he whispers. “You have to pull off. I’m about to—fuck…”
I grip his shaft with my free hand, continuing to stroke him as I rise off. “Just shoot in my mouth.”
I don’t know what’s possessing me, but I’m not even thinking, just know I want to get another taste of him like I did the last time we fucked around. So I slide his cock back into my mouth, picking up my pace, really feeling that spot inside him when he starts to grunt.
“Ty, oh fuck, Ty!”