“I can’t kneel for you.” Sid offered him a smirk that was equal parts sad and wonderful. “Well, I can, but not long enough to do this properly. Can we take this a little lower?”
Dante followed his direction, slid down the trunk of the tree with his back to the bare wood. Sid lay between his legs, gaze twinkling like the stars hidden by the sleeping forest. He pressed Dante’s thighs apart and freed Dante’s cock from his underwear.
Don’t look. Don’t look. Dante bit his lip and stared at the blackness above him, Sid’s light touch already taking him apart.I’m not going to make it past his fucking tongue.
The thought alone made him twitch, and Sid chuckled. “Don’t fight it. I need to see what you really want.”
“I want you,” Dante blurted.Shut up.
“You have me,” Sid whispered. He took Dante deep into his mouth, cramming him down with zero gag reflex.
Dante gasped, unprepared for the sensation of his crown hitting the back of Sid’s throat. “Fuck!”
Sid hummed and did something—some fucking sorcery—that squeezed Dante tighter. Then he began to move, bobbing his head up and down with long, slow sucks and teasing licks. It was messy and bold and so intimate that Dante could barely stand it. He closed his eyes. Opened them again and cried out louder as Sid’s hot gaze met his.So good. He’d had blowjobs before, but nothing like this. Sid’s tongue was sin, and his mouth was fucking heaven, and Dante was going to die with his teeth grazing his dick.
Pleasure and pressure built in his gut. His hands flew to Sid’s head, caught in the primal urge to push Sid down and take more.
No. Dante let his hands fall.
Sid growled, reached out with his own, and put them back.
Dante found purchase in Sid’s soft hair and lifted his hips in a tiny thrust. Atorturousthrust that made him groan.
Sid hummed around him, cupping Dante’s balls with one hand, fingers teasing below.
On instinct, Dante lifted his hips higher, legs falling wider, giving Sid access to whatever he wanted, but Sid didn’t push. Perhaps sensing Dante’s brain had left the building, he tapped and stroked, then withdrew his hand and held Dante’s thigh in a bruising grip instead.
Dante had no clue how he felt about that. Just that disappointment warring with relief and blinding pleasure was the strangest feeling in the world. And it was a fight he couldn’t win. He lost track of Sid’s hands, lips, and tongue, and sank into a trance of growing ecstasy. A heady coil he’d buried deep for so many years began to unfurl, and a low, desperate groan escaped him. “I’m gonna come. Pull off if you don’t want it in your mouth.”
Sid stayed where he was and sucked Dante harder, the fingers of one hand digging deeper into Dante’s thigh while the other flailed upward.
Dante snatched it and brought it to his lips, using Sid’s fist to muffle his yell as he came like a rocket down Sid’s throat.
Despite his efforts to be quiet, the gravelly sound echoed around them, bouncing off the shadows, reverberating in Dante’s brain, and merging with the after-buzz of pleasure that left his limbs boneless.
Stunned, he slumped against the tree, gazing at Sid. “I’ve never—” The words died on his lips as Sid sat up, his dick a stone column in his jeans. “Come here,” he said instead.
Sid shook his head. “You don’t have to.”
Dante knew that. And the truth was, he didn’t have the first clue how to suck Sid’s cock, but he wanted to touch it. He fucking had to touch it. Right now, or he’d spend the rest of his life regretting it. “Show me,” he whispered.
Sid licked his lips. “I want to, but I’m scared you’ll look at it and it will run and hide.”
“Showme.”
Sid took a breath and undid his jeans, revealing not only the thickest, longest dick Dante had ever seen, but also that he wore no underwear.
Dante’s heart skipped a tremulous beat. He reached for Sid with a shaky hand and echoed his light touch, trailing his fingertip along Sid’s heavy shaft.
Sid’s cock jumped and he groaned. “You have no idea how that feels.”
Dante reckoned he could guess. Then he remembered Sid had spent who knew how long convincing himself he was too broken for this. Too broken to feel, and...
Fuck that.
Dante sat up and guided Sid forward to straddle his waist. He bent his knees to support him from behind and held his hip to steady him from the front.
He met Sid’s gaze. “All right?”