“I’m taking my time.”
“Come on. What are you waiting for?”
Linc bit the back of his calf. “Don’t rush me.”
His dick shriveled. “Do you not want to?”
Linc’s head popped up at once. “Of course I do.”
“Then get on with it!” He was whining now, but he didn’t care.
“You’re bossy.”
“I’m horny, and you’re still treating me like I might break. Look.” He gestured at his flagging dick. “This is your fault.”
His balls were in Linc’s mouth in a second. One, then the other, sliding out of his lips with a pop. He sucked Avery’s length down with an intensity that made his eyes roll back in his head. His stomach clenched as he cried out, “Yes. Yes. More.”
A finger slipped between his legs, along his crack. Avery spread his knees while his blood boiled.
“Say yes,” Linc said.
“I did.”
“One more time.”
Avery reached down to spread his cheeks apart. “Please fuck me with your dick.”
Who knew he’d had the magic password all along? One second, Linc was all attentive and careful touches. The next, he was devouring Avery. He gasped as Linc nosed past his balls and licked a wet stripe down his taint. Linc hesitated for one last second, but Avery whined and bucked his hips and then finally—oh, thank God, finally—Linc pressed the flat of his tongue against Avery’s hole.
“Ohhh.” The word was barely a word, more like a long exhale from the depths of his chest as Linc tongued him. No one had ever done this for him before, and, yes, he was going to need it to happen a lot too, maybe even more than the nipple sucking. Each wet and warm pass sent tingling shocks all the way up his body.
“Okay?” Linc asked. He blew a stream of air across the drying spit on Avery’s ass, making him tremble.
“I’ll tell you when I’m not.”
So Linc kept going, firming his tongue and gently pressing it inside. Avery’s dick pulsed at the invasion, and he gripped himself, circling his thumb over the leaking tip.
“Yeah. Yeah. That. Keep doing that. Oh my God.” Spit drooled down his ass as words fell out of his mouth. He stroked himself gently, not wanting to get too excited too quickly. Linc worked him open endlessly, tongue swirling and stretching. The lube cap shut with a faint snap. At the first cool press of Linc’s finger, Avery tensed.
“Still okay?” Linc said. His finger was at Avery’s entrance, but he didn’t move.
“I’m fine.”
Linc circled him, teasing the muscle. Instinctively, Avery lifted his hips away from the pressure.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
“You’ve done this before. To yourself. Right?”
“Mm-hmm.” Not recently. Lately he’d been more into—
Something stung inside his thigh, and he flinched. “You bit me!” But then he sighed as Linc’s finger slipped inside.
“Needed you to relax.”
“Biting virgins is a terrible cliché.”
