Page 25 of Developing Hearts (Pine Point Fixer-Uppers #5)

Chapter twenty-five

David

However nice David imagined eating Mason’s ass could be, it was better.

The warmth, the groans Mason made, the feel of two flanks of muscle pressing in on either side of David’s face.

He could have happily spent the rest of the night, burying his tongue deeper and deeper.

Even breathing in was like a drug, David’s lungs filling with sex and musk and masculinity.

He pressed his tongue forward, then lapped and circled it around Mason’s hole before trying to push in deeper.

Yeah, this is the desperation I was looking for .

It filled him to the brim, then overflowed.

He was desperate for every inch of Mason he could get.

There was no satisfying himself. It wasn’t as if tasting him, seeing his most intimate areas, was doing anything to sate the hunger.

It simply made him that much more ravenous.

Mason’s hole clenched for an instant as David swirled and pressed his tongue into the center, opening him.

It was intense, like they were fully connected for the first time.

Maybe that was sheer proximity and nakedness.

Maybe that was the fact that Mason seemed to finally get it .

For a guy who was obviously so smart, it had taken him a while, and more than a mountain of evidence.

But they’d gotten there, and David buried himself in the feeling of Mason.

Until Mason shifted once. Then twice. Maybe David could have stayed there all day, but he had to account for Mason’s comfort.

David knew from experience that, even with help, holding your legs up like that for a long time could be a pain.

So he let Mason’s legs down and looked up over his hard cock, full balls.

Mason was absolute cardinal red, but he smiled. Not a tight, nervous grin, but a toothy smile that pulled apart his lips. “Thanks.”

“Well I’m not done.” David ran his fingertips along the underside of Mason’s shaft.”

Mason shuddered, but he recovered quickly and said, “You’re taking a break.” He gestured down his face. “Take a seat.”

David’s cock responded with a twitch and the animal part of his brain howled at him to just listen. But they weren’t animals, even if that desperation still boiled just under his skin. “Are you sure?”

“You weigh twelve pounds.”

“I didn’t shower. I mean, this morning, but not since.”

“Neither did I.” Mason patted his own cheeks. “Come on.”

He gave in. David climbed into the bed, then lowered himself carefully down over Mason’s face.

As soon as he was close enough, he felt a tongue against his hole.

It wasn’t like this was David’s first time getting eaten out, but his nerves were on fire already, so it was unbelievably intense.

His legs almost gave out immediately, his vision blurred, and he only realized he was moaning a few seconds after he began.

The rest of the world, including any sounds anyone might have been making, didn’t exist. All that existed was himself and Mason, and especially Mason’s tongue, and his breath.

David stroked himself as Mason ran circles from his taint to his hole, then back again.

Every now and then, Mason would pull his tongue back and let his lips grace up against the soft skin.

It was enough variation to keep David from getting lulled too deeply into the clouds and mist of ecstasy.

The changes kept him just present enough to feel a different joy and pleasure.

This was Mason. He’d broken through, and now he was getting tongued down. Tongued up?

He was getting rimmed, and as he sped up the pace of his own stroking, he caught himself sinking lower.

Mason didn’t complain. If anything, he seemed to go at David’s hole with more intensity than before, and as that pressure and heat built, he couldn’t get enough out of his body to raise himself back up.

He wasn’t quite bearing his entire body weight down on Mason’s face, but it was definitely more than half.

All Mason did in response was grip David’s thighs… and pull him down lower.

“Fuck me, you’re going to make me cum.” Not that David sitting there jacking himself off was doing much to keep him from blowing his load, but even if he hadn’t touched himself, as his hole loosened and Mason pressed a bit deeper inside, he was certain he’d have shot off no matter what.

His balls pulled up higher and his cock spasmed, and in spite of the attention Mason was paying to him, his hole tightened up as one spurt, two, three, four shot from his cock, down onto Mason’s chest and belly. One was even strong enough, it splattered against Mason’s own cock.

Then David’s body finally gave out. He had just enough presence of mind, when he released his shaft, to fall forward so he didn’t absolutely crush Mason underneath his body.

Then he rolled to the side. “Fuck me. You should give lessons.” David groped a hand to the side until he felt Mason’s slick shaft against his palm.

He didn’t go quickly, but he kept the pressure and movement going, using his own cum and Mason’s rivers of precum as lube.

Then an idea struck him and he slowed even further. “I know you don’t owe me a favor—”

“The hell I don’t.” Mason sat up and looked down at David. Sweat sheened over his forehead, and his hair was unkempt and damp. David also didn’t miss the slight gleam of spit around his lips as Mason spoke again, softer than before. “What do you need?”

“Can you jerk off for me? I want to watch you.”

Mason’s lips pulled up slightly. “You really actually think I’m hot.”

“Hell yes.”

Mason leaned down and kissed him, then stood up. “Well get comfortable, then.”

David scampered up…then almost fell. His legs were still shaky from his orgasm, but he managed to stand on his second attempt and walked over to sit in the arm chair.

Mason knelt on the bed. It was hard to tell whether or not he was red in the face from exertion, from passion, or from embarrassment.

Maybe all three. The crimson stretched from his hairline down to a spray across his chest. His left hand wrapped carefully around his cock, pulling back his foreskin.

He was clearly putting on at least a little bit of show, his eyes darting now and then to David, but it seemed like he was mostly losing himself to the pleasure.

His back arched as his head leaned away, and he brought his right hand up to play with his nipples.

They were already hard, but when he touched them, David swore he saw them stiffen further, stand out even more.

When Mason closed his eyes and his body went slack, every synapse in David’s brain fired at once.

It was a shock of lightning from heaven, a meteor streaking through the sky, a cloudburst. Inspiration struck.

He’d thought he’d gotten Mason captured properly in his sketchbook, but as Mason knelt on the bed, stroking himself faster and faster, groaning into nothing as he pleasured himself, the images and thoughts swirled together.

David had a collection of paintings he’d made of partners in the past, and Mason would fit right into it.

When his body somehow arched further backward and his cock pulsed, firing cum out onto the bedsheets, David was even more certain: he had to paint Mason.

There was simply no acceptable alternative.