The first time they had touched and the only night before this that they’d been alone, the guitarist had been all brave and bold, way more than he’d expected. Yet Marc had seen Chris interacting with women before. He knew how dominant and controlling he really was. He had witnessed how much he loved to massage, grope, kiss, bite—he relished the contact. With him, however, there had still been hesitation in his actions. His hands had been somewhat shaky. His mouth had been lewd, yet distracted, as if his mind had been somewhere else. And he hadn’t touched him anywhere but the obvious places like his dick, his thighs when he’d straddled him, or his back.
It was as if he’d been afraid of having crossed memories about how it’d felt fondling a woman and how it was with him. Of making comparisons he wouldn’t have been able to digest. As if trespassing certain boundaries would have confirmed a reality he couldn’t fully accept yet.
Tonight, though… Tonight, he’d completely abandoned himself to his deepest impulses.
His palm was rubbing Marc’s dick with an eager frenzy while the other slipped between his legs and cupped his balls. His lips didn’t leave a spot of skin without attention, and neither did his teeth.
“Holy fuck,” Marc let out a guttural groan when Chris bit his pec, getting an animalistic grunt in response.
With a foot anchored on the floor and the other leg folded beneath his ass, the guitarist continued his adventure down the bassist’s torso. Reaching his hip bone, he planted open-mouth kisses over the biohazard tattoo that spread across his V-line while stroking his cock. Butterflies, or more like a fucking horde of dragons, fluttered inside Marc’s stomach, the anticipation burning every ounce of logic in his brain.
Chris. Was. Going. To. Suck. Him.
He’d never thought he would see this day.
With a hand running through tousled, brown locks, and his fingers scraping the lower shaved part, Marc glanced at him. Powerless. Submissive. People looked great down there, but this man was something else. So handsome and virile. Maybe that was why he was loving this so much, because no matter how straight Chris had always claimed to be, how strong, bratty, or dominant he was, he’d still locked everything away to show him how much he wanted this, too.
However, although he seemed determined, he was taking longer than necessary to take him between his lips; probably trying to gather courage and wrap his mind around the whole situation. But Marc was in no rush, and he’d rather wait than never have the chance to scout this enjoyable part of life with his friend.
For most, penetration was the biggest deal. And while it usually was the goal, Marc had always considered oral way more intimidating. Not because he was bad at it—he was actually proud of being able to make his partners come in less than a minute this way. But with the penis in a hole, both parties were getting something, and it didn’t necessarily happen while looking at the other, so intimacy wasn’t always there. Yet, pleasuring someone with your mouth without knowing if you’d get the same in return, having your face literally on their groin in such a vulnerable position, required a lot more focus, trust, and selflessness than fucking.
For Chris, in this moment, it also meant breaking the chains that had held him prisoner his entire life.
Second by second, he neared the base of Marc’s cock and, inhaling deeply, he finally touched his mouth to it. The bassist pressed his whole body down on the couch and closed his eyes, exhaling the air Chris seemed to be keeping inside.
Cautious, almost timid, he peppered his length, alternating kisses with gentle licks until he became more confident, before pulling the foreskin back and sucking the engorged head.
He suctioned on it for a few seconds, letting it off with a pop to flick the tip of his tongue over the frenulum. Then he went back to slurp on it with a circular motion that had Marc’s brain spinning wildly inside his skull.
“Oh my—fuck!” He gritted out a moan, fisting Chris’s hair and the side of the cushion.
That seemed to be enough for another wall to crumble down because next thing he knew, his cock was halfway into his friend’s mouth.
The bassist clenched his jaw and opened his eyes, yet he didn’t look down. He stayed there for God knew how long fighting the uneven heart rate and breaths while glaring at the ceiling. Blow jobs were one of the best things ever. He loved giving and receiving them. It was such an overload. But this was another level of insanity.
“Chris…” Marc ran his fingers through his hair. He knew it was his hand he was seeing, and his dick the one getting all the attention, but he was so close to combustion he didn’t recognize his own voice. “Can you open a little more and stick your tongue out?”
The mouth generates saliva on command, yet considering the latent nervousness of the guitarist, it was drier than normal. But that should be more than enough to end the slight discomfort.
Without missing a beat, Chris pulled away, did as he was asked, and swallowed Marc again. One palm was cupping his balls, the other following the rhythm of his mouth. Tongue flat against his hardness, sending all kinds of shivers through his limbs.
As the wetness flowed, Marc relaxed and let this incredible sensation cradle him into oblivion. He could feel the slickness wrapping his dick entirely, Chris’s hot breaths and soft groans against his skin, and the world around them becoming a wrinkled paper ball set on fucking fire.
“Fuck… you’re sucking me so good, baby,” he praised. “That’s it. Keep going.” He bit his bottom lip while gently thrusting up, marking the pace.
Chris might have never given a blow job, but he knew what certain things felt like, which he seemed to be trying to imitate, and he was definitely great at listening to his partner’s needs.
He kept going at it for another couple of minutes, varying the speed and taking Marc out from time to time to go back to tease the head of his cock. Up and down. Up and down.
It wasn’t an excessively messy or deep fellatio. But Marc couldn’t have asked for more, especially since he’d assumed it’d be a total disaster—first times tended to be sloppy. Not that he needed more, though. Some people had tried so hard to do things differently that his cock had ended up not wanting to know anything about this incredible act for months—teeth are dangerous weapons.
However, he would be lying if he said he couldn’t wait to test Chris’s limits. To fuck his face in a position where he didn’t have any control and was completely submitted to him. To see how far he could take him and hear him gag.
Oh fuck!Just the thought sent a jolt straight to his groin and tightened his balls.
“Chris… I’m close,” Marc said, fingers still grazing his hair.
He would love to have him swallow his cum, watch it dripping from his chin, but he wasn’t that evil. If a dick had the guitarist intimidated at the beginning, gulping down another man’s semen was probably a hard pass. He wanted to help him adapt and enjoy this new side of his sexuality, not make him freak out.
