“Yes,” he groans, tightening his thighs on either side of my head and thrusting against my lips. “Open the fuck up and take it, Butch.”
A giddy feeling swoops in my stomach. He meets my gaze with a spark of pride and defiance in his eyes—the same one he had when he made it to the top of that rock on our first climb, the same look he was wearing outside a few minutes ago when he finished that run. I fucking love watching him unlock parts of himself he didn’t know existed, watching him push himselfin ways he never expected. And I fucking love that I’m the one nudging him every step of the way, helping him find this side of himself.
Confident, assertive Percy is hot as fuck, and since I wouldn’t want to undermine that moment of accomplishment for him, I stop teasing and take his cock into my mouth.
I swirl my tongue around him, sucking and stroking it with my mouth. I slide my hands underneath his ass and encourage him to thrust, to fuck my mouth, to take whatever he needs from me so I can get drunk on those desperate moans of his and watch the way his skin flushes as he gets closer and closer to coming.
His thrusts are stuttered at first, but it doesn’t take him long to find his rhythm, his gasps and whimpers coming faster, his thighs trembling more and more as his hips snap and his breathing gets harder. His cock fits so perfectly in my mouth, easy to seal my lips around, easy to lick and tease. My dick hangs heavy and hard between my thighs, a hot drip of precum slicking against my thigh.
“Butch!” Percy shouts my name again, panting, gasping,wailingas his cock starts to throb and pulse against my tongue, spasming with the pleasure that rolls through his body in waves I can feel from the clench of his thighs to the arch of his back, echoing in every sobbing breath he takes.
I suck him until he sags onto the couch and weakly pushes my head away, his legs unclenching from around my neck to fall open wide on either side of me.
“My turn,” he says breathlessly, crooking his finger to beckon me back up onto the couch. “I didn’t get the chance to show off my oral skills last night. So, climb on up.” He winks at me, a relaxed grin on his face and a dreamy, orgasm-drunk look in his eyes.
I scramble up onto the couch and he slides down a little, finding a position where I’m kneeling with my hands braced onthe arm of the couch and his face is between my legs. Percy wraps his hand around my cock, and my hips twitch forward involuntarily. The taste of his sweat still on my tongue and the adrenaline from our run has my libido cranked up to an eleven. Every hot flutter of his breath against my skin makes my balls ache and coaxes sticky little droplets of precum to pool at my slit.
He unfurls his tongue to catch them, and my hips jerk again, dragging the head of my cock along the hot, wet flat of his tongue. He doesn’t take me right into his mouth though. He laps at my cockhead for another few seconds, then shuffles down a little farther and sucks my sweaty sac into his mouth with a groan. The horny sound vibrates through my balls, making them even tighter and heavier, and my cock spasms.
“You’re right, this is even better,” he murmurs, mouthing at my sac and running his hands along my thighs. “Fuck, I’m not going to be able to watch you sweat again without wanting to bury my face between your legs.”
I groan in agreement and rock my hips, grinding into his mouth, my cock swinging impatiently with the motion.
“You’d better suck me before I make a mess of your couch,” I warn.
Cheeky bastard that he is, Percy pulls one ball into his mouth. The tender suction makes my eyes roll back and drags a guttural moan out of me. My cock jerks again, and I swear I can feel that wet tug around my balls all the way down my shaft.
“Percy,” I croak, and he hums around my ball, sending another delicious round of vibrations through me. “Percy,” I gasp again, and he releases me with a wetpop.
“Oh, did you mean you wanted me to suck your cock?” he teases, nosing at my shaft and then tracing the path of my throbbing veins with his tongue.
“Please,” I pant.
He reaches the head of my cock again, and this time he wraps his lips around me and swallows me down expertly. His silky tongue slides over my shaft, his tight throat grips me, and when I look down between my thighs, his eyes meet mine with a half-lidded, smoldering expression that sets my insides on fire.
He grabs my ass cheeks in both hands and encourages me to thrust. I rock my hips in a slow, shallow rhythm, stopping short of the fleshy back of his throat. Every time I pull out, I look at his saliva glistening on my shaft before I carefully thrust between his lips again. Percy digs his fingers harder into my ass cheeks on my next thrust and pulls me deeper into his throat, his muscles constricting around my cock as he swallows around me.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I groan, pulling back and snapping my hips forward much faster this time, trusting him to let me know if I’m being too rough. I fill his throat deep again, and my balls clench.
One of his hands slides off my ass, and his breathing gets heavier too, harsh and ragged every time I pull out and he can suck in another breath. Is he touching himself? Fuck, I think he is. That thought sends another rush of heat through me. I can’t take my eyes off his face as I fill his throat over and over again. His eyelids are fluttering and spit is dripping down his chin. I can feel his body trembling underneath me, and his muffled moans are getting louder and louder.
That hot, electric feeling tightens around the base of my cock and in the pit of my stomach, and with one more thrust, I throw my head back and let out a shout. My balls constrict and my cock starts to pulse against his tongue, shooting rope after rope of thick cum into his mouth and down his throat. Percy swallows every drop greedily, grunting and moaning, making filthy, wet noises around my dick as he sucks me through every shuddering wave of my orgasm until my balls are drained and I’m too oversensitive.
I slump over the edge of the couch to catch my breath, and Percy shuffles out from under me, breathing just as hard as I am.
“I hate to admit it, but you’re right. There’s definitely something to be said for morning cardio.”
I chuckle weakly and flip myself around so I’m facing him. I slump down on the couch and grab Percy’s arm to tug him on top of me so we can both fit while we catch our breath.
“I really do have to work on a paper this weekend,” he murmurs.
“Is that your way of telling me to hurry up and get the hell out?” I throw in a laugh so he won’t feel bad if the answer is yes. I’d much rather monopolize his whole weekend, but I get it. He has more important shit to do than stay naked and sweaty with me for hours and hours and hours.
“It’s my way of telling you we can only cuddle for an hour,thenyou need to get the hell out.” He grins and kisses the center of my chest.
I sink a little deeper into the couch and tighten my arms around him, feeling a post-sex nap coming on. I yawn and nod.
“An hour,” I agree. And if it ends up being two or three, I have a feeling he won’t complain.
