Even with his headphones sitting on the keyboard, he could hear his friends whistling and cheering. The chat on the side was flying far too fast for Arsen to read it, but he was sure it was borderline pornographic. He didn’t even care. His hands were sliding under Ever’s ass, his fingers teasing under his shorts. Fuck it. Arsen gripped him tight and stood, Ever clinging to him like a koala. Arsen didn’t get far. He dropped to the edge of the bed, Ever still in his lap. The camera couldn’t see them, and the mic likely couldn’t pick them up, either. But, honestly, Arsen didn’t care. Ever clearly didn’t, either.
He was already pushing Arsen’s hoodie off his shoulders, his palms splaying over his chest. As he let his hands roam, his tongue darted out, licking over his lower lip.
He traced the tattoo around Arsen’s nipple. “What does ‘Press Start’ mean?”
“Press the button and find out,” he teased.
Ever’s eyes were all pupil as he looked at him then back down to Arsen’s chest. His fingers dragged over Arsen’s nipples. He groaned, bucking up against Ever so he could feel how hard he already was.
The way Ever’s eyes lit up was everything. He bit his lip, concentrating as he ran his thumbs over the tight peaks, making Arsen shiver.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” Arsen managed.
Ever smiled, then leaned his weight against him, like he was asking for something. He wanted Arsen to lie down. He complied without thought, liking the way Ever looked on top of him.
Ever hovered over him, then placed an open-mouthed kiss right in the center of his chest, his tongue darting out to lick at the skin there. Arsen gave a shuddery breath but held still, letting Ever do what he wanted.
His hands slid down to Arsen’s ribs, but his mouth closed over one nipple, licking over it like a cat, before he scraped over it with his teeth. Arsen hissed, his hands squeezing Ever’s ass and grinding his hips against him. “Where did you learn that?”
Ever looked up, face serious as he said, “Romance novels.”
Then his head dipped once more, and he was sucking, then licking, then tugging at Arsen’s nipples with his teeth until it was Arsen who was coming unglued.
“Is this okay?” Ever asked quietly.
“Whatever you want is okay,” Arsen answered, meaning every word.
When Ever slid off the bed to the floor, Arsen instantly regretted giving Ever free reign. Was he pushing him too far too fast? Felix and Noah both said Ever was an adult and capable of making his own decisions. This was his decision, right? Who was Arsen to refuse?
When Ever’s hands caught in the waistband of his shorts, Arsen lifted up, letting him slide them off, pushing up on his elbows to look down. Big mistake. The sight of Ever looking up at him with those wide eyes and that perfect face was too much.
Ever came up on his knees, his hands gripping Arsen’s thigh as he rubbed his face against his cock, then licked a broad stripe along the vein that ran along the underside. Fuck, maybe Ever was partkot. He certainly enjoyed using his tongue.
Arsen gripped the sheets as Ever explored, not taking him in his mouth but kissing his inner thighs, the crease of his leg, running his nose along the dip just above his hip bone. It was fucking maddening.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation even as he cursed it. It took him by surprise when Ever’s mouth closed around him, causing his whole body to tense. There was no hesitation, no timidity.
Ever gripped the base with his hand, bringing his lips down to meet it, sucking hard enough to make Arsen moan. “Did you learn that from romance novels, too?” he asked, breathless.
“Mm,” Ever hummed, sending the most delicious vibration along Arsen’s dick.
As Ever worked him over, Arsen decided he would write the biggest thank you note to Barnes & Noble, maybe even to every author in the romance section.Chert. It should be illegal for someone to look so sweet while doing something so goddamn dirty.
Arsen’s fingers threaded through Ever’s hair, but then he stopped. He didn’t want him to feel forced or rushed, didn’t want to inadvertently bring up any bad memories. He dropped his hand to his thigh. Ever took his wrist and put his hand back on his head without missing a beat.
Fuck.
Still, Arsen tried not to grip him too tight or work himself too deeply into Ever’s mouth, but it was impossible. Ever was even better than he could have imagined. Even though Ever blamed the novels, part of Arsen feared the real reason Ever had gotten so good at this. And it wasn’t from anything good.
But Arsen didn’t want to think about that. It wasn’t the time. Others might have forced Ever, but he wanted this. He’d initiated this. He wanted to make Arsen feel good, and fuck, if he wasn’t doing a perfect job. He’d imagined this scenario too many times during too many cold showers.
Ever was better than any fantasy. He ran his tongue along the crown of Arsen’s cock, then licked over the slit.
Arsen’s eyes rolled behind closed lids. “Oh, fuck. You’re so good.Da, vot tak.Zdes. Zdes.That feels so fucking good.”
Dirty talk wasn’t really Arsen’s strong suit in any language, but as soon as he said it, Ever pulled off, lips spit-slick and parted, chest rising and falling rapidly, that same dazed expression from earlier on his face. “Say it again.”
“That feels so good,” he repeated.
