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Troian threw Qwill a quick wave before heading out the door himself. I'd long finished my breakfast, so I looked over to Qwill who wasn't paying his plate any mind. He was staring back at me.

“Finally alone.” I said, giving him a knowing glance.

Qwill chuckled, shaking his head. “I’d love to stay, but I have work soon as well and I need to head back home before I head to work.”

“Are you sure you like work that much?” I teased, loving the sound of his laughter that followed.

“I do. Like I said before, I know it's simple, but I like helping people. That's how I like to look at it, anyway.”

“I’m sure you help plenty of people.” I stood up, revealing the obvious lump in my jeans where my dick strained to be wrapped in his touch. “Are you sure you can't helpmebefore you leave?”

Laughing incredulously, Qwill shook his head. “You really are horny, aren't you?”

“Horny for your fat cock.” I let my eyebrows bounce up and down suggestively, earning me another chuckle from Qwill.

With a playful levity, Qwill stood up from his seat at the bar and walked over to me. His hand reached out and cupped my jaw, and seeing the gentleness reflected in his golden eyes made my knees weak. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in to me, our lips crashing together in a dance of desire. His hand left trails down my jaw and Qwill's fingertips weaved their way down my chest, still annoyingly covered in the shirt I'd thrown on at Bas' earlier request.

This was the first time Qwill and I had been intimate together since the incident with the Rhodes twins and I had no intention of wasting it. I knew that Qwill needed to head to work, so I was fine with making this a quickie. Breaking apart from our feverish make out, I sank down to my knees. Qwill caught my resolve and held my gaze.

“Are you sure?”

“You have to head to work,” I said back, a devilish smirk upturning my lips. “Emphasis onhead.”

His light laughter served as the preamble fanfare as I toyed with unbuttoning his black shorts, feeling accomplished when his shorts were easily pulled down from my grasp. I dived in immediately to his crotch, mouthing the outline of his dick over his lime green underwear. Qwill gave me an excited growl of a groan.

“Fuck, Ilovewhen you do that.” He told me, one of his hands finding their way into my dark hair, only making me more eager to suck his dick until he was trembling.

His continued moans as I mouthed his fabric-trapped cock kept me motivated, inhaling the scent of him. His dick's aroma of fresh water mixed with the musky scent of his genitals was fucking intoxicating.

Unable to wait any longer, I grabbed the waistband of his underwear and dragged them down, his dick popping free from its cloth prison and bobbing delightfully in the air as it begged to be touched. I'd seen Qwill's dick a fair amount of times now, but I was still captivated by the girth of his sizable green cock. The dark green beads around the base of his shaft called to me, leaning forward and teasing them with my tongue as I remembered how sensitive they were. As soon as my tongue lashed out to lick them, Qwill's entire body shivered, his breath shaky and lowering in register. I made sure to lap at each of the beads, seeing the tensing in his legs as I went on.

“Thayer,please.” He beseeched, sounding like a professional symphony to my ears.

I rocked back on my heels, distancing myself from his dick as I fisted his shaft in a slow, agonizing motion. “Please what, baby?”

A whimper fell out of his mouth, and I couldn't help but smirk. I was torturing him, I knew that. But I was also relishing in every single second of it.

“Please,” he growled in desperation. “Suck my dick.”

Smearing the earlier smirk off my face, I leaned forward and licked on the underside of his head, teasing his frenulum with the tip of my tongue. When I saw his legs shake one final time, I decided to finally put him out of his misery and engulfed the head of his dick, swirling my tongue over it generously.

“Ahh, fuck.”

Qwill's verbal encouragement would've made me smile if my mouth hadn't already been full. I'd tortured him long enough considering he was needing to leave for work, so I took as much of him into my mouth until my gag reflex activated. I felt his cock jolt in my mouth as I gagged on it, Qwill excited by the sounds I was making. Eager to make him climax, I started bobbing my head up and down his cock, swirling my tongue over the head whenever I retracted backfar enough. I'd already worked him up enough from teasing the beads around his base, watching in ecstasy as his legs shook.

Still taking his dick down my throat, I reached into my pants and fished my cock out through the zipper, fisting myself, using the plentiful pre-cum that had formed since I started sucking him off as lube. The slick sounds of me jacking off filled the space, along with the occasional gag from Qwill's thick cock.

His hand tangled in my hair. “I’m so fucking close.” He warned.

I immediately let his dick fall out of my mouth with a quick pop, wrapping my hand around him and pumping with intent.

“Come for me,” I encouraged, already feeling him expanding and flush against my palm. “Come all over my face.”

The prospect of my words proved to be too much for Qwill, his dick ridged and angry as he started to groan low and drawn out. He started painting my face with his cum, thick lines of his orgasm spraying all over my face exactly like I'd wanted. My tongue was out, catching a few haphazard lines that didn't quite make it to my face.

Though I'd sucked Qwill off before and I knew that he came a lot, I'd wanted to see just how much he could come. I stopped counting after the tenth rope started decorating my shirt. God bless those beads around his dick, because kneeling before my guy, covered in his essence, I'd never been happier.

My own orgasm was rapidly approaching from being covered in his, my balls tightening as I kept fisting my cock. Qwill was still coming when I felt the white hot blitz of my climax hit its peak. I swallowed what was sitting on my tongue as I started howling, coming around my fist and pumping my seed onto the kitchen floor.