Arsen bit back a groan. Nothing turned him on like drawing swear words out of that innocent mouth. Ever wanted Arsen’s mouth on his cock. Arsen wanted that, too. But not yet. He wanted to drag this out as long as he could. He wanted Ever delirious by the time Arsen pushed inside him.
He bit at Ever’s chin, his jaw, sucked at his earlobe. “Like this?” he taunted.
“No,” Ever whined.
Arsen smiled against his skin, moving lower, to push Ever’s shirt to the side, nipping at his ribs, then running the flat of his tongue over one nipple, then the other. “Like this?”
Ever released a shaky breath, grinding against Arsen, another frustrated sound escaping. “No.”
Arsen still gave his other nipple the same treatment. “Then where,besenok?”
Ever laughed quietly, catching on to Arsen’s teasing. He tangled his hands in Arsen’s hair, pushing his head down with a steady pressure. “You know…” he panted. “Stop playing.”
Arsen smiled. “I’ll never stop playing with you.”
Still, he moved lower, placing open-mouthed kisses wherever his lips fell. Ever’s hip, his belly button. Anywhere. He loved the taste of Ever’s skin.
By the time his mouth hovered over where Ever wanted him, he was almost off the bed, so he slid to the floor then hooked his thumb in the waistband of Ever’s shorts, snaking them down and off.
Ever moaned like Arsen had already put his mouth on him. He was so fucking responsive. His noises were addictive. Arsen lifted Ever’s leg, kissing the inside of his knee, his thigh. Then he slid his hands under Ever’s ass and dragged him until his hips hovered at the edge of the mattress.
He splayed Ever’s legs wide, nosing at his cock. “Here? You want my mouth here?”
“Yes,” Ever whispered like a prayer. “But don’t make me come,” he added hastily.
Arsen bit back a smile, moving to the crook of Ever’s leg, breathing in the scent of him. At the rate they were going, they were both going to get off before the finale. “That’s a big ask.”
Ever sat up on his forearms, fixing him with a heavy stare. “I want to come with you inside me.”
Arsen was gut-punched, his cock so heavy it ached.Chert. He closed his eyes, willing himself to stay the course.Ne konchai, ne konchai. “You keep talking like that and this is going to be over before it starts.”
Ever flopped back on the bed again. “Fine,” he said dramatically.
Arsen shook his head, amused, then swallowed him down. Ever rewarded him with a porn-star worthy moan that shot lightning through his blood. He was so fucking sexy.
Arsen wanted so badly to just say fuck it and climb on top of Ever and fuck him until he was a drooling, sobbing mess, but he didn’t want to be another bad thing that happened to him. He wanted to make it so good for him. He deserved that. So, he vowed to take his time. To take him apart slowly.
The moment Arsen’s mouth was on him, Ever forgot all about not coming. It was so hot and wet, the suction so perfect, he could barely stand it. He knotted his hands in Arsen’s hair, telling himself to push him away, but his body wasn’t getting the memo, his hips curling, working him between spit-slick lips again and again.
When Arsen pulled off, Ever couldn’t stop the irritated whine that escaped, once more rising up on his forearms to give Arsen a stern look. Arsen gave him a dirty smile, kissing his belly.
“Relax, sweet boy. I’m not done with you yet,” he promised, putting Ever’s legs over his shoulders.
Before Ever could even guess what he would do, he was spreading him open, his nimble tongue spearing against his hole. “Oh, my God,” he heard himself say. That shouldn’t feel so good, right? Why did that feel so fucking good? Ever felt like he couldn’t breathe.
Arsen gently bit the inside of each ass cheek, the scruff on his chin abrading the flesh there in direct opposition with the soft, slick silk of his tongue probing him.“What?” Arsen murmured against him. “Didn’t read this in your romance novels?”
Ever shook his head, knowing Arsen couldn’t see him. But he couldn’t speak. It didn’t matter, though. Arsen was busy anyway, swirling his tongue in a way that made Ever dizzy. Did people do this? Lick and suck at each other’s most intimate parts?
If not, they should.
Fuck.
It felt so… Good wasn’t the right word, but it was all that came to mind. He couldn’t think; what little brain power he had disappeared with every swipe of Arsen’s tongue. Ever whimpered, moaned, writhed as Arsen took his time, licking and sucking and nibbling at him. He could come just from this, he was sure of it, and he found himself trying to test the theory by bearing down on Arsen’s tongue, wanting it inside him.
“Please,” he managed, voice as raw as his nerves, his heels working against Arsen’s shoulders, fingers so tight in Arsen’s hair, he worried he might start pulling it out at the root.
Arsen’s mouth disappeared, then the rest of him, leaving Ever’s feet to flop onto the cold floor. He laid there, too stunned to move, barely hearing the sound of the side table open and close over his heart beating in his ears.
