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R an’s eyes are big. I really don’t want to scare him off, but I also really, really want to blow his mind. Him. Whatever.

I’m relieved that he at least stammered out a don’t stop when I asked. “Please, let me make you feel good,” I say. “I don’t know how I compare to your ex, but I promise you I’ve gotten no complaints. All good reviews —five out of five stars, would let him suck my dick again,” I joke.

Ran’s swallow bobs in his throat. “Um, I —”

“You don’t have to do it back. That’s not what I’m looking for.” I’m so nervous, my belly is twisting itself into knots. I turn to the side so my face is right in his crotch and plant a soft kiss on the hard ridge underneath his shorts. “Is this OK?”

He gives me a quick jerk of a nod, pupils blown wide as he watches me do it again. “Feel good?” I ask. He nods again. “If you want to take those shorts off, I’ll make you feel even better.”

I decided to leave the undressing part up to him, even though I want nothing more than to yank off every stitch between me and that warm skin that smells like the ocean and the woods all at once.

But it feels safer to let him do it. If he doesn’t want this, if he hesitates or changes his mind, or if I completely misread the energy I felt in his kiss earlier —then I’ll know.

A sudden grimace twists Ran’s features. “I haven’t showered. I — we were moving shit all day. I’m going to be all sweaty and gross.”

“I don’t care,” I tell him immediately. “Honest to God.”

He gives me a puzzled squint. “You sure?”

I’m not just sure —I’d beg you to let me bury my face in your sack and breathe in, to get the smell of your sweat and your musk all over me before I lap it up.

“Yeah,” I tell him. My own dick snaps to attention when he shifts his hips and reaches for his belt buckle. I lift my head up so he can slide down his shorts and boxer briefs. His cock bounces up, nearly hitting me in the face.

I’ve imagined this moment countless times, but the real thing is a million times better.

He’s not as big as some guys I’ve been with —or me, actually —but his dick is perfect.

Entirely straight without even a trace of a curve to it, it juts up from a pair of balls dusted with trimmed dark hair that I badly want to rub my nose into, already starting to leak precum from a head that’s swollen and flushed the prettiest shade of dark pink. God, Ran’s cock makes my mouth water.

“You sure you’re good with this?” I check one more time.

Ran puts his hands behind his head and reclines back, legs splayed, dick ready and waiting for me. “Have at it.”

Those were the magic words. I drop my face between his legs, so hungry for him that I grip him by the root so I can lap at his cockhead like he’s a fucking ice cream cone. Keeping eye contact, I swipe my tongue over his slit before I take him deep, eager to feel his length pushing into my throat.

He groans, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as I come up for air. “Do you mind — could I —” he starts, his voice tentative.

Oh God. Anything you want.

Ran sucks in a deep breath before he asks, “Could I put my hand on the back of your head, in your hair — control how fast and how deep you go?”

I can’t suck his dick with the enormous grin that’s suddenly on my face, so I rest my cheek on his upper thigh, holding his gaze. “Please do,” I say, lifting myself up out of his lap and getting on the floor between his legs.

For a little bit, I tease both of us, mouthing at Ran’s balls and breathing in his scent before I take him back in my mouth as his fingers thread through my hair. I’m eager to show him what I can do, how good I can make him feel. I open my jaw wide and take him all the way.

When I swallow so he can feel the constriction in the back of my throat, he lets out a long, ragged moan.

My own cock stiffens as I let him set the pace and the depth with his hand in my hair.

He shoves my head down into his crotch as he lifts his hips up, chasing that rough, tight sensation of being deep-throated.

I let him fuck my mouth fast while I fondle his spit-slicked balls. At one point, I think he’s getting close; he pushes me down on him with a growl, cutting off my air. I hold out until there are spots in my field of vision and I’m about to tap him on the thigh when he abruptly releases me.

I pull him out of my mouth to gasp for breath, long strings of spit connecting my mouth and his cock. I can feel how much more of it I’ve drooled all over my chin.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Ran mutters. A brief frown flashes across his face. “You OK? Did I go too deep?”

“Nah, I’m good.” I study his face for clues to where his head is at. “Could I get you off like this? Do you think you could come?”

He nods quickly. “Uh-huh. I was pretty close before. I just didn’t —I wasn’t sure if you’d —”

“I want to taste you,” I interrupt, no longer caring if I seem desperate or needy. Because I am . I want Ran to blow a load in my mouth so badly that my own cock is throbbing at just the thought.

“OK.” He rearranges himself with his hands laced behind his head again, like he was when we started out. “Do your thing. Show me how good you can get me off.”

Oh, God —Ran ordering me to make him come in my mouth is going to live rent-free in my head until the end of time.

I grin up at him as I trace my tongue around his cockhead, lapping at the precum dripping from the slit.

And then I take him deep again, alternating that with sucking him, hollowing my cheeks, feeling up his balls and occasionally darting my tongue out to lick the soft underside of his sack.

It’s not long before Ran is squirming, grabbing onto the sofa cushions and pumping his hips in quick pulses, thrusting into my face. A low rumble of anticipation vibrates in my throat at the thought of finally, finally getting to taste my best friend’s hot load.

That vibration is what sends Ran over the edge.

Surprisingly, he’s not loud when he comes —he just gasps out a warning to me a second before he lets out a long, low groan, his hips locking as he fills my mouth with his release.

His cock jerks in my mouth as he unloads.

I can feel my own dick leaking as the sharp, salty taste of him spreads across my tongue.

When the pulsing stops, I slide his cock out of my mouth and rock back on my heels, willing myself to memorize the taste of his orgasm before I swallow him down.

There’s one last half-drop beaded at the tip of his cock.

I lap it up and rest my head in Ran’s lap for a few seconds, surrounded by his heat and his scent.

A sort of buoyant serenity fills my chest as I listen to him pant for breath. Knowing that he’s flooded with endorphins and satisfied because of me , knowing I put him in this state, brings a smile to my face.

I nuzzle into his crotch. “This is my new favorite place,” I tell him, the words muffled because I’m breathing them against his drained balls. “I could stay here forever.”

I glance up at him. His curls are tousled, as if he was running his hands through them, his glasses are a little askew on his face and those bright hazel eyes are glazed over with pleasure.

I’ve never been so happy.