Page 73 of Trigger Discipline

Blake hissed as his cock was exposed. It was throbbing, head purple and slick. Gabriel couldn’t take his eyes off it long enough to finish getting the underwear off. Blake suddenly felt self-conscious.

He’d never put any stock intosize matters,but looking down at his dick compared to Gabriel’s hands, he came to the jarring realization that he didn’t know what Gabriel was working with. And judging by the way he was rutting up against him, the soldier was packing some heat.

Gabriel noticed the tension. He petted Blake’s thighs and laid a soft kiss on the crest of his hip. “Shh, hey,” he called softly, letting his kisses travel to Blake’s navel.

Looking up at him from under his lashes, Gabriel took Blake’s hand. “Cover your eyes.” He placed Blake’s hand over his eyes. “Don’t think. Turn off that beautiful mind and justfeel.”

Blake’s fingers curled over his eyes, breath kicking up without his sight. He’d never done this—never lost his sight before. It was jarring. All his other senses went haywire—he could hear Gabriel’s ragged breathing over the blood rushing in his ears. Feel the sheets wrinkling beneath his back. Taste the sweat and kisses on his lips.

And he could feel.

Gabriel was pulling the rest of his clothes and shoes off. They hit the floor with a solid thump. He stoked up the arches of Blake’s feet, over the bones in his ankle, and the curve of his calf. His callouses caught on Blake’s skin, tickling and pulling at his skin and hair. Blake flinched when Gabriel bent to kiss his knee, his lips soft and insistent. He laid open mouthed kisses—wet and warm—up his legs, pressing them even farther apart so he could nose into the crease of his thigh.

Teeth pressed into his skin, stinging, and Blake yelped. Gabriel chuckled, his breath tickling over Blake’s sensitive balls.

There was a long moment when the room was silent. Gabriel’s hands rested on his thighs, but he didn’t do anything. There were no touches or kisses. Nothing except the silence pressing in on him. Blake tried to wriggle, to move. To find some kind of contact. But there was none. Nothing to hold onto.

And he felt like he was untethered. Floating adrift in a sea of black with nothing to orient him. Is this how an astronaut would feel in space? With no compass or gravity to find his way?

But then hot breath rolled over his dick moments before the head was sucked into a warm, wet cavern. Blake shouted before he could bite down on his lip, his thighs tensing as Gabriel licked at the head of his cock like a lollipop.

Gabriel’s mouth on his cock brought Blake crashing back to Earth. It was too much. Like every point of his body was focused on his erection, on the way Gabriel lightly sucked while licking, pressing his tongue into the crease, and teasing up under his mushroom head. His body throbbed with pleasure.

He couldn’t see, but he could hear. And it was obscene. Gabriel’s mouth was loud, slurping with abandon, occasionally moaning with pleasure, the vibrations rolling up his shaft like the sweetest torment.

Even biting down on his lip, Blake was still whining. Pitched, petulant little things that might have embarrassed him if he wasn’t so consumed with being drawn into Gabriel’s orbit. He took most of Blake easily, the blunt head of his cock hitting the spongy back of his throat. Gabriel licked up the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft, and Blake’s legs jerked up, nearly wrapping around Gabriel’s head.

The soldier didn’t seem to mind; if anything, his sucking became more enthusiastic. He pumped Blake’s cock, fisting what he couldn’t swallow with a spit-slicked hand. His free hand petted up Blake’s thighs, sliding down to occasionally fondle his balls, pulling in a way that was just this side of painful.

Gasping and bucking under him, Blake’s fingers tightened over his eyes. Pressed so hard stars exploded behind his lids. His other hand buried in the sheets as he felt his orgasm coming.

“I’m g-going?—”

It was so good, but not right. Abruptly, he grabbed for Gabriel, blindly reaching for the back of his head. Gabriel stopped sucking right as his orgasm was beginning to build at the base of his dick.

Removing his hand, Blake blinked up at the ceiling. His vision was blurry, and the low light in the house stung. He found Gabriel’s head and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Not yet, I want—I want to come with you,” Blake panted. “I want to see you.”

Gabriel licked precome and split from his lips and pushed himself up to brace on his knees. Deftly, with the grace of a man who knew he just about sucked Blake’s soul out, he slid his pants down to mid-thigh.

Blake was right—Gabriel’s cock was big. Long and curved, it drooped under its own weight. The cut head was thick, drooling pre-cum like a faucet.

Suddenly, Blake understood the fascination Gabriel had with his dick. He couldn’t look away. He took in the coarse unmanicured dark hair, the angular veins embossed under the thin skin. It didn’t hurt that it was framed by a set of thighs that looked like they could crush a watermelon.

Or a particularly willing paramedic.

Blake reached for Gabriel, and he came to him. They kissed as Gabriel took both cocks in his hand. Blake nearlysaw stars again at the contact. It was warm, tight, and Gabriel’scock.The knowledge that they were rubbing together, slicked up with their combined cum, had him right on the precipice of an orgasm again.

His legs began shaking, fingernails digging into Gabriel’s back as the head of his cock fit snugly up against Gabriel’s. The big soldier above him groaned. His entire body went taut, hips thrusting messily in the circle of his fist.

Blake went first. His toes curled and his back arched as his orgasm exploded out of him, tentatively at first, like it wasn’t sure he would let it this time, and then harder than he’d ever cum before. He clung to Gabriel, face buried in his neck as he overdosed on pleasure.

Gabriel continued stroking him, prolonging the orgasm until he was hissing in sensitivity, his dick screaming, but not sure if it wanted more or less. He whimpered through clenched teeth until Gabriel started jerking, his hand tightening until hot cum exploded all over Blake.

They collapsed into one another, uncaring of the sticky mess smeared between them. Blake’s eyes fluttered closed as he tried to match his ragged pants to Gabriel’s. With them closed, he tried to do what Gabriel asked—feel. Their sweaty, tangled limbs, the buzzing afterglow of an orgasm. Even the slight sting of oversensitivity when one of Gabriel’s callouses brushed against his dick as he moved to let them both go.

Gabriel was boneless on top of him, his softening dick nestled against Blake’s hip.