Ian did, until he was arched forward and clawing drywall, his back muscles strained, his cheek pressed hard against the wall, sliding in his own sweat.
He nearly collapsed onto Sam’s head, but managed to push himself to the side, closing his eyes and gasping, head bent uncomfortably against the headboard.
What the hell was that?
It was an amazing blowjob, that’s what it was.He wouldn’t have pegged Sam as being a champion cocksucker, but that would teach him not to judge a book by its cover.
Slowly, the blood receded from Ian’s ears, and he became aware of some other rhythmic noise: a hand working a cock.Ian cracked his eyes to see Sam jerking himself off.“Stop that.”
Sam stopped instantly, even though he must have been close, hips lifting off the bed.Ian’s voice hadn’t even been hard or commanding.“I don’t get to come?”Sam asked.
Ian straightened himself out on the bed so his neck wasn’t at such a painful angle.He looked into Sam’s face.“C’mere.On your knees, straddling my shoulders.”
Sam blinked at him.“Why?”
Why?“It’s up to you.You can come in your hand, or in my mouth.”It was the least the kid deserved after a performance like his.
Sam clambered up his body so fast it was downright flattering.Ian grinned at him.“Thought so.”
Ian was licking at Sam’s glans, which Sam found heart-stoppingly amazing.It’d been more than three years since anyone had sucked him off.
It was Ian’s other hand, though, sliding along behind his balls,shudder, that found his secret—his guiche piercing.Ian pulled his mouth off, making Sam jerk when cold air hit his wet skin.He looked down to see Ian leering at him.
“What’s this?”Ian ran a finger across the bar buried under Sam’s skin.
“You know what it is,” Sam said.His heart pounded in his ears, going faster than it had been with Ian’s tongue sliding around his dick.No one had ever touched his guiche except him and the girl who’d pierced him.And now Ian’s finger dragged across his skin from bead to bead along the barbell, pressing lightly.It felt better than Sam would have thought, having someone else play with the piercing.
Ian smiled bigger.“Turn around, Sam.I want to see it.”
Sam hesitated.Ian just looked at him, waiting for him to comply.Not smiling anymore, but not angry.Sam didn’t know if he cou—
Ian tugged gently on one bead of the guiche, and Sam arched his back and pushed up onto his knees.It felt like having an unreachable itch scratched, only a thousand times better.
He turned around, his muscles shaky and not really supporting him, his legs straining to hold his ass right above Ian’s face.
“Nice,” Ian said, like he’d found a new plaything.Sam felt his voice resonating in the guiche.Then Ian licked him, tongue sliding across the skin-covered bar, under the ends, between the beads and Sam’s skin.
Oh God.Oh fuck.Sam dug his fingers into the bed.Ian blew on the skin he’d wetted.“Oh God,” Sam whispered, his head falling forward.Then Ian’s thumbs were pulling his ass cheeks apart, and Ian’s wet finger was sliding from the guiche to Sam’s asshole.Sam sucked in a breath and straightened up, tensing with anticipation.
Sam had always been tight, and Ian had a fantastically thick finger, and he used a light touch to tease Sam before finally pushing steadily inside, making Sam clench even tighter for a second before loosening.
“You’re snug.”Ian’s voice sounded admiring.Even excited.“You’ll feel so good on my cock.”
Sam whimpered and shoved himself back onto Ian’s finger.Oh God, Ian’s knuckle was stretching him wider.The spit wasn’t enough, but Sam wasn’t about to complain.It ached and pulled a little, which was perfect.
Then Sam felt something amazing—hot breath on his asshole and Ian’s tongue licking around it.Sam locked his elbows to keep from face-planting.Ian licked him, sparking up Sam’s nerves and lubing his own finger when he started to stroke.He worked in a second finger, grunting in a pleased-caveman way when Sam squeezed both with his ass muscles.Ian slid in and out more and rubbed less, but it was still achingly good.Sam needed that friction so much he was rocking his hips, breathing out small noises.He just needed to feel full.“Yeah.”
“That’s good?”
“Oh, fuck.”
Ian laughed, blasting air across Sam’s ass.“Must be a yes.”
When Ian’s fingers slid across his prostate, Sam groaned and jerked, his elbows shaking and his back bowing, knees slipping on the sheets.
“Make yourself come,” Ian said, his jaw scraping whiskers against Sam’s ass cheeks, making Sam shiver.
Sam held on tight to his dick, moving as fast as he could make it, while Ian finger-fucked him harder, winding up the nerves.But it was Ian’s tug on his nuts that made Sam howl and come.He was certain he shot off fireworks, releasing all that painfully built-up pleasure.
