“Yeah, Vic?” Fingers carded through his hair and he closed his eyes briefly and enjoyed the feeling of his fingertips scratching at his scalp. Victor let his fingers trail over Tawson’s exposed pecs and abs. Tawson’s body was insane. He flattened his hand on Tawson’s lower stomach, at the start of the sharp V that disappeared under his track pants. His fingers were only inches from the fabric.
“Are you okay with this? I know you’re worried about me,but I don’t want to rush you into anything either.”
There was no immediate answer. Tawson didn’t pull away, but he didn’t move either. Victor didn’t pull his hand away; he let his fingers brush over Tawson’s happy trail and circled his belly button. He was surprised when Tawson’s hand covered his own and guided him lower. He tightened his grip on Victor’s hand when he stopped over his groin. Victor could feel Tawson’s dick twitch at the touch. He understood what Tawson was saying.
Tawson didn’t get hard immediately, unlike Victor. He could practically feel the rush of blood to his own cock as he continued to palm Tawson’s. Tawson eventually let his hand drop and Victor took it a step further, pulling back to look at Tawson for any sign of stopping. They locked eyes and smiled. Victor leaned down and kissed Tawson.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Victor said against his lips. Victor kissed his jaw, down his neck. He worried that Tawson wouldn’t say stop at any moment. Not because he didn’t want to stop- he would in a heartbeat- but because he didn’t want him to push himself for Victor’s sake.
“I’m good, Vic.” Tawson’s eyes locked with his and he could see the honesty in them. He smiled and finally moved his hand to slip it under his pants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. That one thought made Victor laugh to himself. “Woah, woah. Did you justlaughwhen you grabbed my dick?”
“Oh no!” Victor’s face flamed with embarrassment. He hadn’t meant it like that, at all. “You’re not wearing any underwear and it made me think about how I planned on wearing the ones I sent you a picture of but I kind of ruined them. Your dick is, like, amazing. Perfect, even.”
“Now you’re laying it on too thick,” Tawson said. But Victorcould hear how his voice had changed from offended to teasing. Victor took the bait, though. He pushed the covers away from their bodies and pulled Tawson’s joggers down just enough. He was straddling Tawson’s calves, his eyes flicking from the cock he was now holding.
“Not as thick as you,” Victor said.
Tawson had the audacity to roll his eyes and scoff. But Victor felt him twitch in his hand. It was a new feeling and he liked it. They repositioned themselves at the same time. Victor laid on his stomach between Tawson’s legs, his hand slowly moving up and down in a loose fist. He wanted to taste him.
Victor made sure Tawson was watching him before he flattened his tongue and licked from base to tip, just like he’d done to Victor. He smelled amazing. Clean. His hair was groomed, clean lines. His cock was at least six inches and thick. He’d only been with one other guy, one other person in general, truthfully. And Tawson was definitely more in every sense of the word.
Victor closed his eyes when he wrapped his lips around the head. He felt Tawson’s hips shift, like he was fighting the urge to buck up into his mouth. He wasn’t the most experienced and he tried to remember the things that Tawson did last time they were this intimate.
He definitely wouldn’t be able to take him all the way down without some practice, but after a few sucks, he felt brave enough to go a little more. Tawson let out a long moan at the move. Victor really had no idea what he was doing. Victor wasn’t expecting the salty taste that hit his tongue, but it wasn’t unwelcomed either. Victor swiped his tongue over Tawson’s slit. He pulled off and took a much needed breath.
“Is this okay?” Victor asked. He wasn’tsure if he was actually doing much for Tawson. He felt sloppy compared to how quickly Tawson worked him over and had him coming.
“It’s perfect,” Tawson said.
Victor rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to lie to me, Tawson. I know I’m not experienced. If I’m not doing something right, I’d rather you tell me now.”
“You’re doing great,” Tawson said. “Feel free to add a little more pressure though. With your lips, I mean. And you can use your other hand to play with me.”
“Play with you?” Victor was almost sure he knew what he meant. He remembered the way Tawson jerked him off while sucking on his balls. Was that what he meant? He’d never even made it past a few strokes and bobs of his head the one other time he’d done this.
“Here.” Victor dropped his hand and frowned a bit when Tawson moved to sit up. “Get on your knees on the floor here. If you’re okay with it.”
Victor wasn’t sure what he was about to do, but he wanted to make Tawson feel the best he could. He was willing to learn. Tawson moved to sit on the edge of the bed. It was the perfect height; Victor’s face was only inches from his cock and balls again. Tawson took himself in one hand and used his free one to take Victor’s hand. He looked up at Tawson, waiting for instructions. “Shit, just looking at you like this is beyond words.”
He moved Victor’s hand to cup his balls. They were drawn tight already and his cock was leaking. Victor massaged them, mostly just feeling and smiled when Tawson let out a low moan. “That’s it,” he whispered. His hand left his cock to cup the side of Victor’s face. His thumb trailed over his lips, adding pressure until Victor got the hint to part them. Instinctually,Victor closed his lips and sucked. “God, Princess. I want you to keep doing that, okay? Keep your hand right there and open your mouth.”
Victor did just as he said. He could feel his own back straighten at the pet name. He’d only used it once since Victor told him that story, but it was nice. It had him wanting to do as good a job as Tawson said he was. He wanted to pretend, for just a little while.
“Vic, look at me.” Victor’s eyes flicked up to Tawson. “If you want to stop at any point, you need to tell me. Either pull off or tap my leg or something, okay?” Victor nodded. He knew the concept of consent. And despite only knowing him for a couple of weeks, Victor trusted him more than anyone. “I need your words, Princess.”
Victor could feel tears threatening at the back of his eyes. He did not want to cry. He moved his hand from Tawson’s balls to wrap around the base of his dick. “I promise. But please, teach me what you like. I need that.”
Tawson didn’t say another word, but he shifted just slightly on the bed. He laid one hand on the back of Victor’s head and guided his cock to rest on his tongue. Their eyes stayed locked on each other. Victor finally moved his hands to grip either of Tawson’s thighs as he was given what he wanted. His lips stretched wide and Tawson’s dick quickly filled his mouth. He pushed forward too quickly and felt his throat constrict. He pulled back and took a deep breath.
“Go slow, Princess. It’s okay.”
Victor could feel his own cock leaking. The whole situation had Victor so turned on. He didn’t want this to be over too quick so he ignored the way his cock bobbed with anticipation. He licked his lips and took a deep breath, moving forward togo again. This time, he wrapped his lips around the head of Tawson’s cock. His tongue explored, taking in every detail he could.
His hands roamed too. He squeezed Tawson’s thighs, moving up to his hips, and then tracking one hand back down to his balls and the other to pump what he couldn’t fit in his mouth. The noises and quiet praises Tawson gave spurred him on. After a minute, he dared to take him deeper. Victor felt the head hit the roof of his mouth. Tawson tasted delicious, bursts of salty precome landing on Victor’s tongue.
“Oh, fuck, Princess. Yes, that feels amazing.”
Victor found a rhythm. He moved his hand and mouth in tandem. He was getting used to it and he shifted his body, arching his back and adjusting the angle of his throat. Tawson’s hand gripped his hair and he let out several shuddery breaths. Victor reached his hand up blindly, covering Tawson’s hand with his own. He bobbed his head a couple of times, hoping that he took the note that Victor wanted Tawson to take the lead.
