“Good boy,” Easton growled as he leaned forward, lowering himself over Darian’s body.
A hand wrapped around Darian’s shaft, slick and sure, and then a mouth closed around it with wet heat, tight suction, and a perfect glide of tongue along the underside. Darian choked around Easton’s length.
He tried to keep focus, to match the rhythm Easton set with his mouth, but it was impossible. Every pulse of pleasure down below blurred the edges of thought. He pulled back to gasp for air and licked a broad stripe along the base of Easton’s cock, lips catching on the ridge, then sucked him back in.
Above, Easton groaned, hips tightening. He didn’t thrust, didn’t drive in deep, just held himself there, letting Darian set the pace.
“Such a pretty mouth,” Easton murmured, voice thick. “So obedient when it’s full.”
Darian moaned in reply, the sound muffled but sincere. He slid one hand higher to cup Easton’s ass, squeezing gently, fingers kneading the curve. The other roamed to his back, nails scraping lightly against damp skin.
Every time Easton’s mouth descended, Darian’s body arched. His cock throbbed, nerves raw, the plug shifting just enough with each movement to send delicious friction through his core.
He couldn’t tell where one sensation ended and the next began. His world had collapsed into heat, weight, and need.
Easton adjusted his grip, tightening the seal of his mouth around Darian’s cock. The suction deepened, slow strokesbecoming more intent, more focused, like he knew every twitch of muscle, every pulse of blood. Darian gasped around Easton’s shaft, his throat fluttering. Pleasure coiled inside him. The sensation thick, urgent, and consuming.
He tried to focus, to keep up, but it was a losing battle. Easton was relentless. Not with force, but with skill. Tongue curling under the crown, lips sealing him in like velvet fire. Each downward drag made Darian’s hips jerk, the movement tugging the plug deeper, adding to the burn and stretch already prickling at his rim.
“Fuck—” he breathed into the underside of Easton’s cock, barely getting the word out before being filled again.
His own moans turned breathless, desperate. The rhythm between them fractured into ragged need.
Easton hummed around him, and that sound tipped Darian over the edge. His fingers curled tight around Easton’s thighs, nails biting into skin as heat shot through his belly.
Easton didn’t stop. He held Darian steady, swallowing him down in greedy pulls until Darian’s vision whitewashed. The orgasm ripped through him with dizzying force, his back arching, mouth falling open in a silent cry. He spilled into Easton’s mouth, shaking, and helpless.
As Darian convulsed beneath him, Easton let out a guttural groan, the sound vibrating through Darian’s core. A moment later, his cock throbbed against Darian’s tongue and then he was coming too, hot spurts hitting the back of Darian’s throat. Darian drank him down without hesitation, clinging tight, wanting all of him.
They stayed locked like that. Darian trembling beneath, Easton braced above, both of them panting, sweat-damp and wrecked.
The world narrowed to skin and heat and the ragged rhythm of shared breath.
Easton eased onto his side and tugged Darian with him, careful not to jostle the plug still snug inside him. The boy gave a low, contented hum as their bodies aligned chest to chest, legs tangled, foreheads nearly touching. Easton’s arm came around to cradle the back of Darian’s head, fingers combing gently through the damp curls clinging to his nape.
They lay like that, just breathing, letting their heartbeats calm together in the hush of the sunlit room.
For a long time, Easton said nothing. He just held Darian close, as little aftershocks still rippled through his frame.
“Jesus, boy,” he murmured into Darian’s hair. “That mouth of yours is dangerous.”
Darian blinked, dazed but delighted. A warm flush crept over his cheeks, deeper than the pleasure glow already painting his skin. His lips parted, but no words came, just a dreamy little noise that made Easton chuckle.
“I mean it.” Easton nudged their foreheads together, voice dropping. “It’s been a long damn time since I came that hard.”
A shaky exhale. Darian squirmed, his thighs tightening around Easton’s as if needing to feel all of him again.
Easton ran his hand down Darian’s spine, palm firm and steady. “The way you opened up for me, took everything I gave you without a moment of hesitation…” He pressed a kiss to Darian’s temple. “You’re something else. You know that?”
Darian’s reply was barely a whisper. “Wanted to be perfect.”
Easton’s hand stilled.
“Hey.” He pulled back just enough to meet Darian’s eyes, serious now, his fingers cupping the boy’s jaw. “You don’t have to be perfect. Just honest. Just mine.”
Easton let the silence stretch. His touch never stopped moving. He grazed his thumb over Darian’s cheekbone
Eventually, Darian sighed and buried his face in Easton’s throat, his voice muffled but warm. “Feels like I belong here.”
