“Sorry.” Jared chuckled. “It’s hard to keep it at bay when you’re so soft and glossy... and fucking naked,” he rasped, thumbs pressing and parting Dylan’s asscheeks. “Fuck. I think I’m done with the relaxing massage.”
The mattress dipped beneath Jared’s weight when he scooted up and propped on his palms. Painfully slow, he kissed his way up Dylan’s neck... his ear... his jaw, putting his self-control to the test.
Dylan was struggling with the contradictory ball of emotions squeezing his heart. But whenever he was around Jared, common sense fled, leaving him with nothing but primal desire.
Reaching a hand up, Dylan fisted a handful of Jared’s hair and pulled that naughty mouth to his. A dire need detonated within him as the kiss escalated from slow and sensual to brutally messy. Tongues wrestled and sparks flew, igniting each of the fibers in his body.
“Strip,” he demanded.
“Your wish is my command,” Jared husked.
The rustle of clothes inundated the room while music continued playing, and soon they were both completely naked.
“This is what you want?” Jared teased, pressing his hard cock between Dylan’s asscheeks.
“Yes.” He bit his bottom lip, relishing the sensation of that throbbing member against him.
“You’re so fucking perfect, you know that?” Jared said in breathless pants as he continued grinding.
Dylan usually didn’t care about praise or recognition, but when those words escaped Jared’s lips, there was no stopping the warmth spreading in his chest. It dug deep into his lungs, making his rib cage suddenly feel too small to breathe.
“Your face on my ass, now.”
Jared immediately changed his position, replacing his thick cock with his thumb. “Can you get on all fours?”
Of course, Dylan complied. Jared’s pleasure kink transformed him into a helpless mass of promiscuity. The way he was always eager to do anything to please Dylan, to hear him scream, was the biggest turn-on. Not to mention how good he was at sex. Not just blow jobs and quickies in the bathroom, but actual, real, mind-shattering, toe-curling sex.
His hands massaged Dylan’s skin, spreading him wide. Anticipation grew like weeds, breaking through his defenses, when Jared pressed his face between his cheeks.
His mouth closed over his hole, then he flicked his tongue over it, only to lap him entirely from the perineum to the top of his crack.
Dylan’s cock was already twitching, begging to be touched, but he refused, wanting to focus solely on the sinful things Jared was doing to him.
Spitting on him, Jared started to rub Dylan’s puckered entrance, mouth gliding down again until he was sucking his balls. Without any resistance, one of his fingers slid inside. He probed him, easing deeper, churning and making him see fucking stars.
As Jared’s second finger joined the party, scissoring Dylan open, he also touched his dick, gently pulling it backward and sucking on it.
“Fuck!” Dylan dropped his head down. Jolts of electricity swirled. His ass clenched, and like an aftershock, pleasure traveled up his spine. “Jared… oh, fuck, baby boy…”
Perching on an elbow, ass lifted up in the air, Dylan reached behind with his free hand. His fingers threaded through silky locks, fisting them as he groaned.
The slurping sounds stopped for a moment. Then Jared’s mouth cruised up again, and he buried his face in Dylan’s ass. His fingers had already loosened the ring of muscles enough for his tongue to push inside easily. He licked him over and over and over again. Dylan grunted, abandoning himself to the sensations encapsulating him.
“I want you to ride my face,” Jared’s voice came out both mellow and hoarse, kind of muffled too, as he practically begged with his mouth glued to Dylan’s hole. “And your cum all over me.”
It took Dylan a second to process the words. He didn’t even register when Jared peeled himself away, his soul and entire existence floating in a parallel dimension. But when he lay on his back and motioned for Dylan to straddle his chest, facing away from him, his already swollen cock hardened even more.
Between the oil, spit, and all the pre-cum, the towel underneath their bodies was a mess. But if his friend didn’t care, he wouldn’t be the one worrying about it.
Moving on top of him, Dylan bent down to suck Jared’s dick. There was no way he’d ignore such an offering.
Dylan sucked him eagerly, losing himself when Jared’s short stubble scraped his skin again. He was sure it would leave him with a burn, but he liked the idea of feeling this man on him even when they weren’t touching.
With his face pressed as far as it could go against Jared’s groin, Dylan relaxed his throat. He alternated between deeper and shallower motions, accompanying his mouth with a hand while the other squeezed Jared’s balls.
Their breaths turned erratic. Muffled groans echoed through the room as the imminent orgasm began to spin inside of him, mercilessly choking every cell in his body.
Dizziness hit. Black dots danced in his retinas as Jared’s tongue speared in and out of Dylan’s asshole while he simultaneously rubbed a finger over his prostate. Dylan pushed back against his fist until his friend’s grip tightened on him and his balls drew up tight, still sucking Jared’s cock into the back of his throat. Jared’s entire body stiffened, fingers still churning in Dylan’s ass.
