When he choked out a “fuck,” I pulled off, feeling smug, licking along his length. He sat up a little, leaning back on his hands as I replaced my mouth and tongue with my hand, planting my knees on either side of his thighs. He was taking deep breaths to try and wield off his orgasm, watching my hand stroking his cock. I leant forward, capturing Theo’s lips in another kiss, my fist tightened around him, the speed of my strokes increasing. Theo gasped, grasping the material of the sofa tightly with his fingers.
“I’m gonna come,” he muttered.
“Yes,” I smirked, boring my hazel gaze into Theo’s. “Do it.”
“Fuck,” he repeated, voice strained. We kissed again, though it was a little awkward through Theo’s moans. I leaned my head down a little to lick along his throat as he came into my fist and on his own stomach, gasping.
It was probably the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed.
He shivering as I only slowed and didn’t stop my hand movements, kissing along Theo’s neck and jawline until Ireached his mouth, then kissed him again. I wiped my hand off on Theo’s halfway-pulled-down sweatpants. He kicked them the rest of the way off, then pulled my track pants down lower on my hips as he kissed me, slow and sensual.
He snuck his hand into my underwear and wrapped his fingers around my hard cock.
Sensing that Theo was internally freaking out- he wasn’t the best at hiding it- I tilted his chin up and kissed him again. Somehow, it worked; he relaxed, pulling my cock out, appearing to test the weight of it in his hand. He was funny- I had to resist laughing at him, mainly because if I did it wouldn't be great for setting the scene.
He settled for stroking me, his grip loose, at first, then tighter. I moaned with pleasure.
He placed his tongue on the head of my dick, testing the waters. I ran my hand through Theo’s hair, pushing it out of his eyes; the latter appeared too embarrassed to look at me, opting for keeping his beautiful eyes down. I didn’t mention it.
Still, he circled his tongue and sucked on the inch or two he’d taken in, using his hand to stroke the base.
I spoke soft words of encouragement to him, though I could hardly focus on what I was saying. Eventually he got braver, sucking harder, faster, incorporating a little bit of teeth.
I moaned loudly, a gruff “Danes”the only warning Theo received. He got the message and pulled his mouth away, stroking my dick until I came, hard, all over my tan chest, feeling pleasure all the way down to my toes. Panting, he raised his gaze to meet mine; I was panting equally as hard, but felt amused at the same time. It must have shown.
“What?” Theo breathed, frowning.
“Nothing.” I hummed, tilting my head “wouldn’t want to put you in a bad mood.”
He scowled.
“Just…that was…pretty gay.”
“Fuck you.” Theo grumbled, running his relatively clean hand through his hair, fisting it and tugging “I…”
“I won’t tell.” I assured him, tone softening “promise.”
Theo grunted. “Somebody could have seen.” He murmured, gaze flickering towards the windows and wincing “we shouldn’t have done that.”
“You started it.” I shrugged nonchalantly “and nobodydidsee. So we’re cool.”
I could easily see his internal panic attack. He wasterribleat disguising his emotions.
“Hey.”I touched his shoulder “you good?”
“I don’t know.” Theo hissed “am Isupposedto be good?”
“Uh…” I shrugged helplessly “you want to shower? I’ll clean up the sofa.”
It was the wrong thing to say; his panic only seemed to worsen, evident in the way his eyes widened, taking in the mess we’d made for what must have been the first time.
“I’ll clean it.” I repeated in a gentle tone, trying to calm him down “go shower. It’s fine.”
“Okay.” He whispered, backing away.
The ‘what am I doing?’ Was written all over his face. I understood him. I’d gone through the same thing. But it was still hard to see.
CHAPTER 11
