“This is a bad idea,” Thomas warned.
Scott leaned back. “Not from where I’m kneeling.”
He took hold of Thomas’s cock and brought his lips to the head. Scott peppered kisses all over it, until his lips were sticky with precum and Thomas was restlessly shifting, cursing him out under his breath. Scott licked his lips, then went back for more, teasing Thomas’s slit, which oozed a steady stream.
For someone so ‘anti-vanilla’, his cock leaked, clearly enthused by Scott’s attention even if Thomas’s furious expression said otherwise. Scott didn’t know if the look was forhim, Thomas’s traitorous cock, or himself for not walking by and leaving like he’d said he would.
Scott sat back on his heels and opened his mouth up wide. It was Thomas’s for the taking, but he had to take it.
He had to admit he wanted Scott’s mouth.
“Fuck you…” Thomas growled. His fingers shook as he tangled them in Scott’s hair and pulled him back to his cock. “Fuck you for making me curious again…for making me want to know what this feels like.”
Scott took Thomas into his mouth all the way and began sucking. He lubed Thomas’s cock with his spit, sliding his mouth up and down Thomas’s length before bringing his hand into the action, pumping Thomas while tormenting the head of his cock with his tongue.
“I hate that it’s good,” Thomas hissed, growing even more irate. “I hate that your mouth feels like that. I hate that this is routine for you.”
He tightened his hold of Scott’s hair but didn’t pull him away.
“I hate that I’m not the firstThomasin your mouth.”
Scott lost his rhythm, spluttering when he swallowed and saliva and precum went down the wrong way. It was true, he wasn’t the first Thomas, and that hit Scott with a pang of sadness he couldn’t explain.
“I hate that everything you do to me you’ve done to at least a hundred other men.” Thomas took in a deep breath. “I hate that they’ve all felt what I’m feeling now.”
His thighs shook, and Scott gripped the back of them.
“And I hate that even knowing all that, I still want it. I still want this from you.” Thomas shook his head. “I should’ve walked past. I should’ve pushed you away.” He clenched his teeth. “I could right now… I could…”
He sounded less convinced the second time.
Scott took Thomas deep again, partly to shut him up, partly because he thought Thomas might talk himself out of being aroused, and Scott was desperate to give him something back. He didn’t have a gag reflex; he could thrust his mouth at a cock, and it knew where it would go, sliding down his throat.
Thomas grunted as if the wind had been knocked out of him.
“Fuck…”
One word, one curse, but it filled Scott with confidence. It didn’t hold a malicious tone, but an awed one as Scott jerked, and sucked, and stroked with his tongue. And yes, it was well practiced, but he knew what he was doing, knew how to make Thomas soar. He looked up at Thomas through his lashes, but Thomas shut his eyes not to see. That severing of a connection wasn’t uncommon, but it was the first time it stuck a knife into Scott’s chest, the first time it made a fire ignite in his chest. Scott had been gazing up at Thomas when he’d blacked out, but Thomas wouldn’t look back at him for this.
That wasn’t fair.
“Coward,” Scott murmured, with his lips resting on Thomas’s crown.
Thomas’s eyes sprang open. Scott kept their eye contact going while kissing Thomas’s tip and speaking to him with his lips still caressing the skin. “At least have the decency to look at me while I give you the best orgasm of your life.”
Thomas’s brow twitched, and his savageness returned. “Surely not all of your clients want to watch.”
The majority did, but some didn’t; Scott didn’t know whether it was a weak attempt to hold back or whether they really were uncomfortable knowing it was him destroying their dicks with his mouth.
It didn’t matter; it ended the same.
“You’re not a client,” Scott replied.
Then he began sucking and licking with vigour, staring up at Thomas in challenge. Thomas didn’t look away, or close his eyes. He watched with his stoic mask intact until Scott managed to crack it down the middle.
It didn’t take long, even Thomas seemed surprised when Scott hollowed his cheeks and sucked himjust right.
Thomas’s cock spasmed, shooting a wave of hot cum at the back of Scott’s mouth. He was ready for it and slowed the pace with his hand, gentled the harshness of his sucks, until it was only his rolling tongue getting the last drops of Thomas’s release.
