Emil made a wounded sound, and the way he made fists in lieu of touching Makai was pretty damn sweet and even hot on some level. Makai hummed at the feeling of the weight of the dick in his mouth. It was good, all of this was good.
Emil started to pant and, to Makai’s surprise, babble a little. “F-fuck, right there. Yeah, I… oh my God this is going to b-be over so soon.” It was obvious he could barely keep his hips from thrusting, but Makai felt the pressure of the aborted movement against his hand where he still held on to Emil.
He slurped up and slid down with ever-changing tempo. And, yes, it was over soon. The first burst of come made Makai pull away and bite Emil’s hip bone instead. It seemed to spur Emil on, and he whined loudly, unable to keep himself from grabbing Makai’s shoulders.
“Oh fuuuuuck,” Emil groaned, his knees shaking as he finished coming—partially in Makai’s hair. When he opened his eyes and noticed the come against the jet-black, he burst out in laughter that was just a little bit hysterical.
As Makai waited for him to clean up his mess, his own erection twitched at the gentle yet firm touch Emil used once more. “Never knew I had a kink about someone playing with my hair,” he said quietly.
Emil smiled, then winced. “The water is starting to get cooler.”
“Okay, you wash yourself and we’ll be done,” Makai said and got up, then did a quick scrub of himself and got out of Emil’s way so he could wash his hair.
He was taking off the plastic bag around his arm when Emil came out of the shower. When Makai touched his shoulder, it was cold and he frowned. “Get dry and get under the covers. Summer colds are a pain in the ass.”
“What about you?” Emil glanced at his now half-hard cock. There was something like fascination in his gaze, and Makai realized that there couldn’t have been many cocks Emil had seen before either.
“If you still want to when you’re in bed, we’ll figure it out. Now dry yourself before you freeze.”
Emil rolled eyes at him but did as he was told, mostly because his teeth were starting to chatter. “I swear, we need a bigger water heater if we want to do sexy stuff in the shower ever again,” he managed to say before bolting into the bedroom.
Makai dried himself as much as he could with mostly one hand, then took a dry towel from the cabinet and rubbed it against his hair until it started to feel dryer. He walked into the bedroom, holding the towel to his hair, still rubbing, and heard a gasp.
He moved the towel out of the way, and saw Emil sitting in bed, staring at him.
“What?”
“Enjoying the view,” Emil said, grinning. “Can I try to help you out?”
Makai’s cock perked up at the thought, and he got into bed and lay back against the pillows.
“Okay, I’ve held one other cock that isn’t mine, and let’s just say we were sixteen,” Emil started, grinning. “It was in the locker room at school, and there was no time to take a look, so….”
“Be my guest.” Makai relaxed further. Well,mostof him did. When Emil began to examine him like he wanted to learn every bit of him, it felt oddly touching, no pun intended.
Emil leaned closer and kissed his bare stomach first, making his abs jump. Then he moved downward and nuzzled Makai’s cock carefully.
“I like how you smell here,” he murmured, then almost hesitantly moved his hand to Makai’s inner thigh, near his balls.
Makai realized Emil was stopping for himself. Giving himself time to do something with his hands. Hesitantly, in an almost tickly way, Emil stroked the skin of his groin, figuring out the different textures on different parts, from the juncture of Makai’s thigh to his balls and then his cock and cockhead.
Makai had never felt desire like this. He remembered—although vaguely—how it had been with his girlfriend back in the day. It had never been like this. Not in a way that made his whole body burn slowly and steadily.
Emil wrapped his fingers around Makai’s cock and gave it a few strokes. He looked from the dick in his hand to Makai’s face and smiled a little. “I think I won’t have much problem with this,” he said quietly. “I mean, it’s different and it’s… I can see you like it.” Then he blushed. “And itisturning me on, too, so….”
Makai chuckled, then moaned when Emil licked the precome off his cock.
Immediately, it was obvious that Emil really liked what he was doing. The way he bobbed his head and worked his tongue along Makai’s cock, and the humming sounds he made occasionally and how his eyes fluttered… yeah, seeing and feeling all that made Makai let go and relax. He didn’t have to worry about Emil right then because Emil was okay, enjoying himself, and that was the thought that pushed Makai right to the edge.
“Oh fuck, coming,” he managed to utter as warning, and then his back arched, and he started to come, whole body twitching a little with the strongest orgasm he’d had in… well, too long.
He panted through the aftershocks and only then noticed Emil hadn’t moved away when he came. It also explained the hasty way Emil got off the bed and went to spit in the sink. Makai could hear the water run and Emil splash around, probably washing his face.
When he came back, he looked flushed. “A bit overwhelming,” he admitted as he got onto the bed and curled up next to Makai. They were both still naked but calmer, so the cats gradually migrated from wherever they’d been to the bed to be with them.
“Ow, claws, little dude!” Emil reached behind himself to lift Xander between him and Makai. “I guess it’s our fault for not getting under the covers, but I draw the line at claws on my butt.”
Makai chuckled. The chill Emil had felt postshower was obviously gone, and they were both too warm to cover up yet.
“Maybe we need underwear. I’m afraid my dangly bits might attract too much attention.”
“You didn’t mind my attention, though,” Emil snarked and went to get them boxer briefs from the dresser.
“Har-har. The cat isn’t going to blow me,” Makai deadpanned.
“Well, I fucking hope not!” Emil feigned outrage, and they both burst out laughing.
