Sam stopped and looked up at Ian.
“You can explore.”Ian’s voice sounded strained.“Feels good.”
Something was missing.Sam slowly stroked Ian’s cock again, watching his face.Glassy eyes; check.Parted, wet lips; check.Breath coming faster; check.Hmmm.“Where’s your tie?”
“What?”Ian asked.“My what?”His slitted eyes widened.
“That tie you had on earlier.The red one.Put it on, please?”
“You want to suck me while I’m wearing a tie?”Ian looked befuddled.Sam lowered his head to avoid smiling in Ian’s face, and watched his own hand smoothly stroke down and up Ian’s cock, the blunt tip appearing and disappearing, slightly wet and glistening.It was so tempting, but ...Sam looked back up.Ian had stopped breathing.
Sam made himself meet Ian’s eyes.“Yeah,” he whispered.“Please wear the tie?”
Ian started fumbling in his suit pockets, then his coat pockets, finally pulling it out of the parka.“This tie?”He ran his hands along it.Sam could hear them smooth across the fabric.
“That tie.Please?”If Ian wrapped that around Sam’s dick, would he be able to feel the difference?Know when Ian had his hand on silk or on skin?
Ian brought the tie around the back of his neck, almost dropping it.“You have a fantasy about being on your knees in front of a guy with a tie on, don’t you kiddo?”He was trying to knot it, throwing one end around the other in a way Sam knew wasn’t going to work.
Sam swallowed and tilted his head back a little more, continuing the slow stroking rhythm.“I do now.”
Ian’s fingers looked like they were doing more harm than good to the tie.Sam ducked his head quickly, hiding another smile.He had a feeling Ian wasn’t in this position very often—the one of being unsteady and possibly flustered.Sam let go of his dick, stood up, and reached for the tie.“Let me tie it.”
“I know how to tie a tie,” Ian said in a breathy but sharp voice.
“I figured, since you manage to dress yourself in the mornings.Just let me do it.It’s part of the fantasy.”That last bit was supposed to be a way for Ian to save face, but Sam realized it was true.The only thing he’d like better than knotting Ian’s tie and kneeling to suck his cock would be to have Ian wrap the tie around his wrists and bind them together.
Sam looked up from the red fabric.Had Ian heard that noise he’d made?He was still watching Sam’s hands.
He concentrated on the knot again, but his fingers now shook.He might, kinda sorta, want Ian to tie him upsomeday, but not tonight.He didn’t know Ian.Couldn’t actually trust him.Maybe if they saw each other a few times ...
He dropped back to his knees, gripped Ian’s dick again, and let himself taste—slowly, in small doses, licking every part of his head.When he slid his tongue under Ian’s foreskin, Ian gasped and gripped his hair tighter.He had no idea what that hand was doing to fuel Sam’s fantasies, like the one of Ian grabbing his hair while fucking Sam’s mouth ...
Sam sucked Ian in by millimeters, looking up to see his eyes were closed and his teeth were clenched.I put that look on his face.Sam took all the little victories he could.He knew he wasn’t the best cocksucker in the world; Marley had told him so enough times.He just really, really liked to do it.Liked the flavor and the noise and, yes, liked being on his knees.
If this was just sex between them?Ian could damn well suffer through a mediocre blowjob, because that’s what Sam wanted to do.
He focused on learning all about foreskin.He discovered he could slide it back, and it would turn itself inside out and cover Ian’s cock in sensitive, almost raw-looking skin.Sam formed his mouth into an “o” and slid his spit-slicked lips up and down the pink, all the way to where it ended at a rougher patch.Ian grunted, yanking on Sam’s hair, which sent messages like “action imminent, prepare the troops” straight to his nuts.He moaned, looking up, and Ian’s slitted eyes met his for an instant.
Some circuit completed itself when they locked gazes.A current traveled through Sam and flowed into Ian’s body, but then Ian closed his eyes and it ended.
Sam’s own aching dick clamored for attention, but he let the tension build.Ignored his complaining knees and closed his eyes and sunk himself into the feel and sound of bringing Ian off.He sucked cock mostly by sound.The sound of his tongue sliding over skin, the sucking noises, but most importantly the sounds Ian made.Little involuntary noises, the feels-so-goodmmmmm’s and vocal exhalations.Softuh’s and surprised grunts when Sam got creative.Moans stifled in the back of his throat.Sam felt each little sound like a drop of water hitting his body.
When the feel of Ian’s fingers gripping his hair ached as much as Sam’s dick, and Ian’s hips were rocking fast, Sam grasped him with a hand and used his tongue to follow a vein down Ian’s shaft until Ian’s balls were bumping his chin.
Fuck, it smelled so good right there, like concentrated skin and that sweat smell and musk unique to Ian.Ian’s scent was so thick in this one perfect spot that Sam could taste him in the air.It made his muscles weak and invigorated him at the same time.
Straining his eyes, he could just see the shaking tip of his tongue reaching for Ian’s balls.His firstrealtaste of Ian was almost sweet.Sam brought the flavor into his mouth and savored it.Was it his imagination that men in their thirties tasted differently?Aged like fine wine.
“Sam?”Ian asked, still breathing heavily.
Sam was beyond caring what Ian wanted.He jacked his hand up, slipping foreskin over the head of Ian’s cock to keep him busy while Sam gave into temptation and ate Ian’s balls.Sucked them in and rolled them around, dragged the broad flat of his tongue across soft skin and hair.Worked his way behind them to taste the flavor right there, because that’s where the gold was.
And thank God for wide mouths, because he could fit both of Ian’s nuts in at the same time.Barely, but he’d gladly look like a chipmunk to suck on them like this.He felt Ian’s hand close over his on Ian’s dick, forcing Sam to stroke him faster, foreskin slipping back and forth.Sam could see Ian’s red tie at the edge of his vision, knuckles flying past, and Ian’s thighs tensing and trembling.
He gorged on testicles until he was gasping, drool running down his chin, the sound of skin on skin loud in his ears.Ian yanked on his hair, but didn’t really care what the message might be.
Sam almost gagged from stuffing too much of Ian into his mouth and down his throat, but then he found that secret, concentrated taste he was looking for: the caviar of ball fetishists.Licking him there was a full-on mouthgasm.Sam moaned and kneaded his own dick roughly, happy to find his hand already on it.
