How could he even breathe?
But Harrison neither seemed to care nor want oxygen as he put his mouth to work in earnest, his moans vibrating over every sensitive area between Jett’s legs. He licked and sucked on the sensitive rim, tongue swirling around the edge before thrusting inside as far as he could reach.
It was such intense pleasure that Jett’s toes were curling with every movement. His sweaty hands gripped the headboard, eyes drilling holes into the wall as he willed himself not to look up.
He tried to keep his moans quiet, but when Harrison lifted him enough to kiss and use that sinful tongue on his balls, they increased in volume.
Jett was going to come like this—he didn’t have a choice. His cock was leaking, making a mess of the clean sheets and Harrison’s black hair. Something about seeing it smeared on the dark strands made him feel close to feral, and he accidentally rocked his hips on Harrison’s face.
“Sorry—”
Harrison lifted him again, and Jett cursed when the pleasure paused right before he reached his peak.
“Ride my face,” Harrison said between gulps of air. “You’re not hurting me.”
No, he wasn’t hurting him. Harrisonlovedthis.
Jett smacked the hands that were pinning him in place, and Harrison reluctantly let go. He wasn’t disobeying the order; he just wanted to switch their positions so things were more equal for them.
“Jett—”
He sucked the wet spot on Harrison’s joggers, inhaling his musky scent as the bitter, salty taste of precum registered on his tongue.
Harrison had no more complaints as he yanked Jett’s hips back, thrusting his tongue inside him and letting out a wrecked moan.
Jett’s hands trembled as he removed Harrison’s thick cock from his pants and gently kissed the head, rocking his hips hard enough to cut off the moan leaving Harrison’s mouth.
Grinning, he suckled the flushed tip of Harrison’s cock, and was rewarded with another burst of precum on his tongue. He followed the beading fluid to the source, moving his hips in a steady rhythm as he licked the slit, swirling his tongue the same way Harrison was doing inside him.
He didn’t have enough experience to take every inch of Harrison’s cock down his throat, but neither of them would last long, and he wanted to see how far he could get. Jett stroked the hard length a few times in warning before sinking his mouth down on it, remembering to breathe through his nose.
Harrison’s stomach muscles flexed, his muffled moan overtaking Jett’s whimper when the cock bumped the back of his throat roughly.
All Jett could taste and feel was Harrison. He was so close to the edge that it wouldn’t take much to tip him over. He didn’t know what he liked more, the feel of throbbing flesh against his tongue or the breathtaking pleasure of grinding on Harrison’s face.
He bobbed his head, taking more into his throat with every downward glide. What he couldn’t fit in his mouth, he stroked with his hands. It wasn’t his most refined blowjob, but it was the most fun he’d had giving one.
Another flex under him was the only warning Jett got before his mouth was suddenly flooded with cum, the extensive amount nearly suffocating him. He tried to swallow as much as he could, but he didn’t last long, pulling off so the rest could spill onto his face.
There was a garble of curses from between his legs, and Jett cried out as two of Harrison’s fingers pushed inside his hole, crooking to graze hisprostate. It took two thrusts to have him spasming, coming hard on Harrison’s fingers while he stroked his cock and licked around the fingers moving inside him.
Legs tingling from overuse, Jett moaned, and Harrison kept going until he was boneless and limp on top of him.
He had no idea how loud they had been in the end. The orgasm had been intense enough to drown everything else out, even the sound of his own voice.
Jett figured Harrison didn’t actually have a death wish, so he rolled off him, letting the man breathe for the first time in what felt like hours.
“Your mouth is like fucking sin,” Harrison said, his words slurred. “The fuck you doing to me? Trying to give me a heart attack?”
Jett stared at the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to his ceiling. They weren’t working with the light still on, but his mind was too muddled right now. He thought they were still beautiful, plastic and all.
“Are you—” Jett sucked in more air when his panting stole what he had left. “Are you sure that wasn’t a proposal?”
Harrison’s ragged chuckle was almost a giggle.A giggle.
“Shut up, Fraser. I got plans.”
Jett rapped his knuckles on Harrison’s abs. “Okay, buddy. I believe in you. Set the fucking tone.”
