Kit complied, pure brain stem. He sat, legs wide, his chest rising and falling.
“We could make this quick, but I suspect that’s not really your style,” I said, raising a brow.
He licked his lips, shaking his head.
“Good. Now let’s take off your boots.”
He stood there, adorably passive as I worked off his boots. Now that I was focusing on my actual profession, I found I was more observant of the way people held their bodies. Kit’s body, for instance, was loose with lust, even as he tried to hide his wince.
After the boots came his socks, then he helped me slide his jeans down his long skinny legs. He quickly stripped off his shirt, sprawled before me in only his boxers, his cock nearly bursting through the fly.
I leaned in, running my nose along the length of him, inhaling his musky scent, letting it fill my lungs.
“You’re talking about taking your time, sweet man, but I don’t think I’m gonna last long.”
“That’s okay. I’ll take it as a compliment.”
Grabbing his waistband, I slid his boxers off and tossed them to the side. Kit’s cock, long and girthy, sprang up.
“It’s always the skinny ones,” I muttered, shaking my head.
Kit, who’d gone quiet, had no response to that. I ran my nose along the length of him again, this time without the fabric between us, and he inhaled sharply, a heavy pearl of pre-cum slipping down his length. Kit smelled like leather and spunk; a combination that made me way harder than it should’ve. I licked the drop of pre-cum and more appeared.
I cupped his warm balls, grinning as he whimpered under the attention. Carefully watching his body language, I took his head into my mouth and sucked. He cursed and mumbled, his hand going to my hair. I increased the suction and depth, and his hips came off the bed.
I’m a talented boy, so I knew if I went any farther, he’d come way too quickly, and I wanted to spend a little more time with him. I pulled back, tonguing his frenulum, sliding my tongue between his foreskin and the head of his cock.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he choked out.
“At least you’ll die smiling,” I joked, grinning as I placed a luscious, red-lipped kiss at the tip.
“One helluva way to go,” he whispered, his voice cracking.
I went back after him, at first a little at the head, then a little further down his length. The fact that he was panting and still ona hair trigger made me want to bury his cock in the back of my throat.
“Do I have to worry about a heart attack?” I asked after pulling away from him.
“Only if you stop.”
Laughing, I decided to let him see who he was actually fucking with. Widening my mouth, I slid further down, then relaxed the back of my throat, and took him all the way to the root.
“God, your lips,” he choked out.
I batted my eyes at him, loving that the visual of my red lips around his cock and my long eyelashes would take him right to the edge. Sometimes it’s just about the simple pleasures.
Slowly, deliberately, carefully I went up and down, pulling at his balls, swallowing and sucking. The sounds he was making for me were inhuman.
His hands, so calloused and tentative, seemed to float around me. Touched by his uncertainty, I took his hands and placed them on my head. When I sucked harder, he burrowed his fingers in my hair, gripping near the scalp.
“Gonna come,” he groaned, curling over my head as I took him deeper still. “Oh fuck, oh fuck . . .”
He tensed, spilling down my throat, crying out. Once I’d drained him dry, I pulled away and sat back on my haunches, delicately wiping at the corners of my mouth. He collapsed backward on the bed, his bare feet on the floor, his slicked cock beginning to wilt against his belly.
“Okay there, cowboy? I didn’t really kill you, did I?”
He rolled back up on his elbows, eyes practically crossing as he tried to focus on me. “If I died, and this is heaven, then I was a very good boy.”
I laughed, rubbing his thighs.
