“Fuck, Weston,” he whispers as I speed up the pace. “You’re going to make me…”
I feel him pulse in my mouth.
He’s so close. And I want to give this to him.
He leans over and grips my head as he comes on my tongue. I stay on him, keeping him in my mouth and taking every drop, swallowing around him as he slowly releases his grip on my head.
I’ll give you this whenever you want it.
As long as you keep wanting me, too.
I swallow around him again as he catches his breath.
It didn’t feel like enough, somehow.
Am I that crazy for him that I wish I could already make him come again?
He’s slowly sliding out of my mouth now, and I expect him to mess with me even more. Maybe even leave.
But that doesn’t even seem to cross his mind. When I stand up, he leans in right away, pressing his lips to mine in a soft kiss at the same time as reaching a hand down to squeeze my cock.
“Your turn,” he murmurs as he pulls back, the look in his eyes still as electric as before.
You’re still with me. Small fuckin’ miracles.
He carefully gets downon his knees and wastes no time. He grips my base in his hand for a moment, and then when his mouth slides over my cock, he takes me deep into his throat. The rush of sensation is overwhelming.
I watch his lips pull off of my dick in an obscene way. He faintly smiles at me and it kicks something loose inside me.
Oh, God. That smile.
Devious but tender at the same time, like for once, he has nowhere else in the world to be but here, with me. I shouldn’t have doubted him. Shouldn’t have worried that he’d leave me high and dry.
He slides right back onto my dick and the realization hits me harder.
I want you too much.
I like you too much.
“Sev,” I whisper as I reach out an arm to grip the tile wall. “I want to come for you.”
He keeps his rhythm steady as the wave builds inside me and starts to crest.
I belong to him now.
I belong to someone that I can’t belong to, someone who has me wrapped around his goddamn finger like I’m a feral animal begging for more.
Tension builds and releases, radiating through my body as I lose control. He takes my come just like I took his, swallowing while holding my gaze the whole time.
“Fuck you,” I whisper softly.
He slides off, biting his lower lip as he looks up at me. “Was it that good? Honest answers only.”
“I can’t stand how good you are.”
“You love it, Wes.”
When he stands up he’s smiling again and I’m shaking my head, still in disbelief that this can even be real.