Angel wriggled around but he sat and let me slip food between his lips, over and over again, until the plate was clean. Watching his mouth move as he chewed, and the way he opened for me, pliant and sweet, had me nudging my hard cock against his ass in no time. When he was finished, I ate while he snuggled on my lap.
“I have dessert.” I rubbed against him, rocking him in my arms, and he sighed out a happy sound. I dropped the fork on my plate. He crossed his arms over the one I had anchoring him in place at his waist—the cast unwieldy—and I kissed his cheek. “Wanna feed this to you,” I said and pumped my hips to give myself a tease of friction.
He laughed. “Do you? I only like sugar and caffeine for desserts, Big Brother. Does the thing in your pants qualify?”
I grinned. “Up for a sec.”
He did as I asked, and as soon as he was on his feet, I slid out from under him and made a beeline for the fridge. I knew exactly what I was after. I moved a few bags of salad because I’d quickly learned anything sweet was asking to be consumed if Angel could spot it. I came back with a bottle of strawberry syrup.
He gasped like he’d discovered a murderer, and it was me, in the kitchen, with the treats. “You had it hidden!”
“Get your toy out,” I said and grabbed my dick through my pants. I sat back down and spread out. I gave the table a push and moved it away from us by a couple of feet, not giving a damn about the scrape across the tiles.
He swiped his tongue along his bottom lip, and I didn’t think he was trying to be a flirt… or was he? I didn’t care. I couldn’t look away from his delectable mouth. I loved the ring in his lip and the metal in his tongue. The piercings made him unique and shiny. I’d never had my cock in a mouth with a piercing and I was more than intrigued. It was a slow torture as he fumbled open my belt and eased his hand into my suit pants. He stroked along my trapped cock and then hoisted me out of my boxers. The waistband went below my nuts in a way that was almost, but not quite, uncomfortable. It felt damned good to be free. His tongue traveled across his upper lip as he ran his curious fingers along my shaft and up to caress around the flared head.
I shooed his hand away and popped the top on the syrup bottle.
“Oh… are you…?”
“Yep.” I upended the bottle and drizzled the bright red sauce along my cock, not caring about my pants or anything else that wasn’t my entranced little brother.
Angel moaned and went to his knees. His body quivered as he gripped my thigh with his good hand and leaned forward. I grasped the base of my shaft and breathed through the amazing tingles created by the cold sauce and his warm breath ghosting over the head of my cock. I drizzled a large dollop right onto my slit and he went after it.
His mouth was pure fire. I dropped the sauce on the table and closed my eyes in bliss as he darted forward and sucked in more of my cockhead. Heat seared through me and my muscles tensed as I fought to hold still. He licked and sucked at my shaft, chasing the candy sweetness, and the hard ball of the piercing on his tongue was a shocking difference from the softness of the rest of his flesh. The sensation overload had me fighting down the need to stuff his throat. The perfume of strawberries hung in the air, and I curled my fingers in his soft black hair.
“Salty and sweet,” he rasped against my skin, and I shivered and tilted my cock toward him.
“You missed a spot,” I said and pointed down to where some of the sauce had dribbled onto my balls. He bent and slurped at my sack, and it was the most amazing thing that had ever happened in my life, simply to have his eager mouth on me.
“Yes,” I hissed.
“More, please, Big Brother,” he begged and used those excited brown eyes on me in an almost evil way. How could anyone resist? He licked his lips, chasing the taste of his dessert.
I added more syrup to my cock because I was a selfish man and loved spoiling him anyway. Angel couldn’t get even half of me in his mouth, but he worked, sucking and licking from base to tip, which curled an urgent need into my groin. The head of my cock throbbed so badly that I drew in a loud breath through my gritted teeth. He popped his pretty lips around my cockhead again and sucked like he had a lollipop. He flicked his piercing against me and the bliss destroyed my willpower. I fucked his mouth gently and stopped when I hit the back of his throat and he gagged.
The pleasure was too good to feel guilty, and the hot glance he sent me let me know he wasn’t upset. “Here,” I said. “Give me your hand.”
“Yeah, teach me how to handle you. You’re big all over,” he said in the type of whisper that could be heard across the room.
Angel gripped the base of my cock, almost like he needed a point to steady himself, and I guided his shy tempo as he sucked. His brows furrowed and he paid plenty of attention to what he was doing. I loved the way he flicked his tongue into my slit and kept glancing up to check on me.
My thighs tensed against a rush of frantic heat as he sucked enthusiastically on my tip and began to stroke me from his mouth down and then back to his lewdly-spread lips. I kept the pace slow and steady, but he sped up any time I stopped holding him back. His ass bobbed as he worked, and it occurred to me he was probably hard and hungry to fuck, which we wouldn’t be doing for a little while. The thought of him needy and lying across my bed, ready with his thighs spread for me to work my thick cock into his asshole, stole my breath.
Angel whimpered and sucked farther down my cock. I ended up stuck at the back of his throat, and he gave a guttural moan. My balls drew up with the vibration and sex tension battered at me.
“Up,” I roared and took over, jerking myself off.
He straightened and spit dripped down his chin in a glossy thread. His swollen red lips gleamed like stained glass. I’d never seen anything so beautiful.
Cum spurted in a small fountain from my slit, hitting him square in the chest.
“No.” He dove and covered my cockhead with his mouth. I slapped my hands to the table top, and he held my twitching shaft still while he continued to suck softly on me. I unloaded into his mouth and let out a growl. The pleasure was completely fucking unreal, but I had to hold off and keep some control so I didn’t hurt him. It was a sweet and sour moment. He sat up and stuck his cum covered tongue out at me before he curled it back into his mouth. He grinned as he swallowed.
“That you’ll eat without a fight and not the salad?” I asked with a laugh.
He shrugged. “I like it.”
“My turn.” I pushed the dishes out of the way and hoisted Angel to his feet with my hands under his arms. He let out a gasp as I spun him and pushed him forward.
