Caleb grunted, arching his hips, sinking one hand into Hawk’s hair. The tug stung just enough to add to his pleasure, sending shockwaves down his spine. Hawk bent his head to get a better angle, then sucked Caleb in deep, running his tongue along the underside of Caleb’s dick, pressing against the ridge there.
He loved Caleb’s cock. It was the perfect size. Just weighty enough to feel heavy in his mouth. Just thick enough to stretch his lips. Just long enough that he could get most of it crammed down his throat.
Hawk had never sung praises to somebody’s dick before, but Caleb’s was perfect for him.
He grunted, bobbing his head up and down, tongue and lips active, keeping his teeth back out of the way. No one needed to nick somebody with their teeth and ruin the day. He almost laughed at the crazy things that went through his mind, but he wasn’t going laugh at Caleb while he was sucking his dick.
Caleb pulled his hair harder. He looked up, meeting that green gaze to find Caleb’s expression tense. His jaw was tight, his teeth were gritted, and he had twin flags of red on his cheeks.
Hawk popped up for a moment, licking his lips to clean himself up a bit, and grinned. “You doing okay?”
“Fuck you, am I doing okay? Jesus Christ, Hawk, you’re killing me here.” Caleb’s voice sounded raw.
“I’m doing my best.” He bent down even farther to nuzzle at Caleb’s balls. The heavy sack had pulled up tight already, and Hawk mouthed there, opening his lips to suck on it.
Caleb moaned, the sound almost a high-pitched whine, and reached down to push Hawk’s head back where he wanted it more. “Suck, Hawk.”
Hawk licked at Caleb’s slit before he took a tight little kiss around the glans. “I want you to come into my mouth. You can thrust. I don’t mind.”
“Thank fuck.” Caleb started thrusting up as Hawk took him in again, pushing off the bed with his good foot, his hips rising as Hawk pushed down. They got into the perfect rhythm, and he reached up with one hand, propping himself on the other elbow so he could roll Caleb’s balls in their sack.
It was all about the sound of wet lips and tongue sliding on Caleb’s cock, Caleb’s hard moans and grunts, and feel of Caleb’s legs around his head. He couldn’t get enough, and he sucked with indelicate greed. His body was on fire, his own hips moving as he rubbed against the bed, seeking the friction he desperately needed.
The taste of Caleb’s need, the feel of his skin, the tiny prickle of rough hair on his thighs, everything combined to make Hawk crazy. His ass cheeks clenched, and he was going to come so fucking hard. If he didn’t get Caleb off soon it would be too damn late.
But it didn’t matter because they were in an endless loop of pleasure at this point and Caleb was working for it, his muscles pulling tight under his skin to lift him up and roll him back down, his abs like a washboard, his flush extending all the way down his chest. And Caleb tasted so fucking good Hawk couldn’t get enough of it.
Hawk managed to plunge deep until his lips met his ownfingers at the base of Caleb’s cock, and Caleb let out a choked cry, thighs closing in around his ears.
“Fuck. Fuck, Hawk. I’m gonna come.”
He just kept going because he wanted that so bad. He wanted to taste every drop of Caleb’s come. When Caleb shouted and pushed up so hard he gagged, that was it. Caleb filled his mouth with salty hot fluid, giving him everything he had.
Hawk swallowed it all down, licking up any drops that tried to escape, before he pulled off and patted Caleb’s belly, probably a little harder than he needed to. “I want to come on you.”
“Christ, if you cameinme, I would be the happiest man on earth, but I don’t think we have time for that. Get up here.”
When he slid up Caleb’s body and looked into those eyes, they were blown out, the pupils huge. Caleb was panting for him, his lower lip swollen where he’d been biting it.
“Come on, Hawk. I want to see. Show me.”
Hawk pushed right up on his knees, making sure he didn’t smack Caleb’s foot with his own, and grabbed his cock, which was ready to blow any second. He only had to stroke two or three times before his back arched impossibly, feeling like it was going to snap his spine, and his head fell back as he came all over Caleb’s chest and belly. He hung there for a minute, suspended, trying not to fall over on Caleb’s bad leg. Then he managed to tip himself to the other side, narrowly missing falling off the damn bed.
His arm slapped Caleb’s belly, and they both grunted.
“Damn.” Caleb blinked at him. His breathing started to slow, his eyes sleepy. “That was?—”
“Yeah, it was.”
“Let me go get something to clean you up, babe.” He kissed Caleb’s closest nipple before rolling off thebed, limping some as his knee protested the fact that he’d been kneeling, even on the mattress.
“You okay?” Caleb called.
Hawk grabbed two hot, wet washcloths, one for Caleb’s belly and chest and one for his knee. “I’m good. Great. Just a little bit sore in the knee.”
“Are you getting old?” Caleb teased him as he came back.
“No. I am, however, cold.” He swiped up all the stickiness on Caleb’s skin before the other hot washcloth on his knee and curling them into the covers.