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Beau

Az and I entered the restaurant, a heady mix of nerves and forbidden excitement boiling low in my gut. The flush that overtook the hostess’s cheeks told me she knew exactly what the stripes on my shirt were from, and at least one other person did a double take as she led us to our table.

What should have been a calm dinner turned into a race to eat faster, and by the time we walked out, my cock was pushing down the leg of my jeans. Another bulging-eyed stare from the hostess told me my attempts to hide it were in vain, and I realized I could never return to the restaurant.

Worth it.

Now we’re almost home, and all I see of Azrael is the curly dark hair at the back of his head, bouncing as he sucks me. Slick heat slides along my cock, my focus barely on the road as I finger the plug in his ass.

It’s a miracle we don’t end up in a ditch.

The truck screeches to a halt as I slam it into park. “We’re here.” He doesn’t move, only sucks harder with a quiet determination that makes me grab him by the back of the neck, giving a slow roll up into his mouth. Our entire dinner was a non-stop edge session, so my fuse is embarrassingly short. “Az, baby, you gotta… you gotta give me a minute. I’m too close.”

He lifts his head, lips shiny and swollen as his tongue darts between them. Heavy-lidded eyes watch as I climb from the truck, my cock jutting from the fly of my jeans. I tug him out, tossing him over my shoulder as he shrieks in laughter.

Clothes scatter in all directions as I yank them from his body. Shoes first, then socks and pants, and when we stumble into the bedroom, all that’s left is his shirt.

I drop him onto the bed and he’s a goddamn vision as he squirms, palms running over his stomach and chest as his cock lays over his hip. “God, you’re fucking perfect,” I mutter, and he forms a sweet smile. Fully clothed aside from my shoes, I straddle his chest. “Open your mouth.”

Obediently, he shows me his tongue as I press my heavy cock between his lips. My eyes roll into my head as he catches suction, and my hips lurch forward as he draws me in. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” My volume builds with each thrust, and I know I need to stop before it’s too late, but I can’t help myself from wanting more.

I’m teetering on the edge, panting between clenched teeth until the tension claws at my insides, and I rip away at the last second. My cock throbs in my hand as I pitch forward, circling his mouth and coating his lips with a mix of spit and pre-cum.

“Aren’t you going to feed me?” he taunts, and I groan as I fall back on my haunches, sitting on his chest.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” A deep breath sucks into his lungs as I climb off, shucking my clothes into a pile, then forcing him to sit as I yank the shirt from his torso. “Right now, I want something else.”

“Oh?” A loud, unrestrained laugh spills from him as I hoist him into the air and spin us around, until I’m lying on my back and he’s awkwardly balanced above me in a plank. We share a grin as he catches his balance, and I guide his legs onto either side of my body.

His erection bobs as he knee-walks up my body, and I lift my head, whining when I can’t reach him. “What do you want, baby?” he teases, and my hands land on his ass as I tug him closer. He stumbles, falling forward as his cock shoves deep into my mouth.

Crackling tension splinters through my body as I cough, a surge of pre-cum weeping onto my belly. “Shit, sorry,” he mutters, trying to pull back, but I yank him closer again. My moans are stifled, and the struggle to catch my breath has my spine arching and hips bucking.

Tears streak down my cheeks as his eyes meet mine. “You like that, do you?” His lip pinches between his teeth, but his hesitation only last for a second before he thrusts deeper. Spit flies out from around his cock as I cough.

A loud, gasping inhale fills my lungs as he pulls back, his face flushed crimson and palms braced against the wall for support. “Don’t let me be too rough with you,” he mutters, a gentle hand wiping at the spit on my chin.

“You won’t be,” I promise, my breathy voice causing him to smile. He glances over his shoulder, where my cock aches against my abdomen.

“Hmm, turns out sweet, innocent Beau loves to be used, doesn’t he?”

“Ye—” I start, cut off when he plunges between my lips again. He watches me closely as his hips roll, fucking my mouth, but there’s nothing for him to worry about.

I’m loving every second of this.

His cock bumps the back of my throat again and again, and I gag and sputter with each thrust. Slickness coats my face, both from the tears leaking from my eyes and the spit from my mouth. The sounds are obscene as he pitches forward, slipping deeper.

My moan rumbles my entire chest as my hips flex, thrusting into the air as the squelch of his cock invading my throat gets louder. For a few blissful seconds, he’s so deep inside me he blocks my windpipe, slowing the flow of oxygen with his groin flush against my lips. Unable to breathe, I tremble as he holds there.

“Do you want my cum yet?” He gives me a moment to fill my lungs, tracing his fingers through the mess on my face. “Because if not, tell me now. I’m really fucking close.”

“Not yet,” I rasp, sounding like my throat is full of sand. “C’mere.” I dot kisses on his thighs and all along his cock and balls as I steer him higher. The base of the plug is slippery as I grab onto it, and there’s resistance as the flare starts to work out of his body.

“Beau,” he groans, bracing on the wall again.

“Push it out on me, darlin’.” The plug slips loose, and I position myself underneath him. A few warm drops land on my chin and my hips surge again as I lick it away.

“Come on, sweetheart, give me what I want.” His muscles flex as he bears down, then a rush of creamy liquid drips from his hole onto my lower lip. It slides down my throat, hot and heavy, and my tongue searches for more.

I always need fucking more with him.

Hooking his thighs, and I yank him closer, covering him with my lips. He shouts as I suck, murmuring a string of curses as cum floods my mouth. My tongue slides out, working inside him and searching for more as he swivels his hips.

“Why are you so good at that?” he whines as he pushes down, and I can’t help it as I smile, swallowing a few times as I drink him down. I spread him further, licking over his needy hole as he presses his weight onto my face. A few more drops of cum drip down my throat, and I’m ravenous as I search for more.

Palms slapping against the wall, Az’s head falls back onto his shoulders as I lick every single surface I can reach. “Beau,” he whines, his motion becoming choppy as he grinds faster. “Beau, baby…” The words come out in gasps as he clenches, delirious. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

Heavy breaths puff from my lips as I lift him off me, dragging my tongue over his fluttering hole for a few more licks. “Need you now,” I growl as I flip us, dropping him onto his back as I slam my mouth down on his cock. Move for move, he meets me—thrusting up as I drive down, gagging in a wet series of coughs.

“Get up here.” He grabs my leg, moving it over his body until wet heat surrounds my cock. My name leaves him in a chant until I drop my hips and thrust into his mouth. We’re connected in a never-ending loop—him thrusting into my mouth as I drive into his. Push and pull, give and take, back and forth.

And even though I’m already covered with the taste of him, I’m starved for it. Starved for everything he’ll give me as I sink deeper. Streams of his release shoot deep into my throat as he shouts, and I fight to swallow before it escapes.

His cum on my tongue and the rhythmic thud of his muscles pounding against my lips sets me off. My hips stutter forward as Azrael swallows around me, and the relief hits me with such intensity, flashes of light form behind my eyelids as I squeeze them closed. My mouth sags open as the orgasm wracks through my body, Azrael’s spent cock slipping free and thudding against his skin as I pant.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters as I flop to the mattress, barely remembering to lift my leg to avoid kicking him. The bed dips as he moves, and I peek out of squinted eyes to see him hovering over me. A pearl of cum sits on the corner of his mouth, and he gives me a shaky smile as I wipe it away with the pad of my thumb. “That wasn’t too much?”

“Too much?” My voice is wrecked, rough and raspy, as I fight to catch my breath. “That was barely enough. Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready for more.” My arm lifts in a vague gesture, but I’m too exhausted for my false bravado, so it thunks back down to the mattress.

He arches a skeptical eyebrow at my prone body, half melted into the bed. “Ten minutes, huh?” A snort of a laugh leaves me as my eyes drift closed.

“Maybe fifteen.”