Page 37 of Hamartia
He’s mainly shaved, neat dark hair shorn close to pale smooth skin. He’s cut. Not huge but not small either, though smaller than I am. His pretty, hard dick sits darker against the pale skin of his thigh.
He has mirror piercings just below his hip bones, small silver studs which look like freckles, and then lower down, just above his pubes, he actually does have a freckle. Along with the piercings, it makes his torso look like a constellation. There’s a bead of precome on the head of his cock and fuck me, my mouth waters with a thirst unlike any I’ve ever known. He doesn’t need to say anything else, I’m moving down in some kind of lust-led daze, towards that pretty fucking cock and swallowing him down in a single go.
His body arches off the bed, my name whispered like a prayer on his lips, as his hands dive into the lengths of my hair. His dick is warm and smooth and hard all at once, but more than that, life-changingly more, is that there’s nothing weird about it. Nothing that feels even remotely odd about having a cock in my mouth. It feels like it belongs there. Like my mouth was shaped in just this way so that it could hold him like this. So that it could feel the hot perfect weight of him grow inside it.
I try and think about any time a girl has ever gone down on me, what I liked, what I didn’t, to figure out what I should do now that I have him in there. I take him deeper, push him further towards the back and try not to preen when he swears in his own language, pushing himself up off the bed to watch me. His cheeks are bright pink now, his throat too, and his mouth is bright red where he’s been biting on his lips. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.He’sthe hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Use your hand too,” he says and I immediately obey.
I wrap my fist around the base, before pulling off with a wet sound to lick and suck softly at his head. He hisses, his head dropping back to expose that pale sharp Adam’s apple, and then he’s thrusting up into my mouth. The studs in his hips glitter in the low light and I tighten my grip and hold my head still to give him something to fuck up into. It’s good I don’t have to do anything right now because he looks that fucking good doing it I can’t think straight. Soon though, he stops thrusting, and I take him back in, swirling my tongue around the sweet hot head before pushing my tongue into the slit. This makes his whole body flinch, and so I do it again, using just my lips to brush back and forward over the head as I jerk him off with my hand.
He sits up, alarm burning bright in his in his eyes as he releases his lip from his teeth.
“Raphael…I’m going to…”
I can only nod, unable—unwilling—to let him out of my mouth. He grabs hold of my hair again and pulls me down onto his cock, thrusting once, twice, then a final time before he’s coming down my throat.
The moans that come from him are raw and high and delicious and I have to use my other hand to clamp hold of my balls hard so I don’t come in my pants. I don’t even think about it, I just swallow. Every fucking drop of it until all that’s left between us is the soft tremble in his legs and the softening weight of his spent cock.
He falls back on the bed when I slide my mouth off, and not having him watch me do it makes me bolder. I lick my lips like I’ve just eaten some delicious fucking meal, before leaning forward to kiss each of the small pelvic piercings softly, then the freckle a little lower down. This makes him laugh and he tilts his body away from my mouth.
Ah, so he’s ticklish here. Good to know.
I move up to lie next to him on the bed so that we’re side by side and I turn my head to look at his profile. He looks incredible from this angle. Sharp jawline, straight nose, full lips. Cheeks flushed from his orgasm.
“Was that…okay…?” I ask.
He turns his head to me and I feel something tighten in my chest. His smile is slow and sexy and my cock throbs loudly in my jeans.
“You have really never done that before?” he says. His voice sounds wrecked.
“No. But I’ve thought about it a lot.”
Some look flits across his face and he looks at the ceiling. I can see his mouth harden a little.
Fuck, I’m an idiot. I shift closer, reaching my hand across to his cheek to nudge his head to face me again.
“With you, I mean. I’ve thought a lot about doing it to you.”
He stares at me hard as his top teeth bite down on his lower lip.
I want to kiss him so fucking badly.
And so I do.
I surge toward him and crash my lips to his, licking into his mouth which opens straight away. All warm and wet and perfect. I stretch over so I’m half on top of him, he’s leaner than me, and smaller overall and I hold myself up on my elbow so I don’t crush him as I devour his mouth. I want to climb inside him and never come out. My cock rubs against his muscled dancer’s thigh and I groan, desperate. Then I feel his hand between us and he’s touching my cock, palming it through my jeans.
“I suppose I do not need to ask if it was all you thought it would be,” he asks, squeezing the head gently. “I am going to assume you enjoyed it.”
“Yeah, yeah I enjoyed it a lot.” I groan as he tightens his grip and drop my head into the crook of his neck to inhale deeply. “Fuck, Jae, you smell insane here.”
He turns his head to offer me more of his neck and I lick it first before biting, sucking the warm flesh into my mouth. It’s his turn to groan and the sound of it goes right to my dick again. He grips me harder, tracing the shape of it with his ringed fingers, fingers I’d fantasized about having in my mouth, around my cock.
“Take it out,” I whisper. “Please.” I can’t remember ever saying please this much during sex, begging this much, but fuck me, I feel desperate enough to beg him. “I want to see your hand around it.”
He makes a thoughtful sound. “You take it out,” he says. “Take it out and show me how hard you are.”
I’m about to say that he can feel exactly how hard I am, but I don’t want an argument about it, I just want his hand on my cock. I lean off him to lie where I was before, on my back next to him. Then I begin unbuttoning my jeans. I’m not wearing a belt, so it’s quick work. I push them open and my boxers down, sliding my hand under the waistband to pull my dick out.