“Uh-huh.” He could smell Coke’s need, the heat, and Dillon kissed Coke’s chin before heading south. He wanted a taste.
He spent a minute on those hard, dark nipples, lips teasing one to a hard peak. He let his tongue dance with it a moment, too, really getting Coke good and sensitive. Sweet.
“Dillon. Dillon, fuck. I…” A tiny bite had Coke jerking, cock leaking against him.
“Taste so good, babe.” He licked a little to ease the sting before moving on, following his favorite glory trail of all time.
“Love your mouth.” Coke’s cock was waiting for him, curved over that ripped belly.
“Love tasting you.” It was a great partnership. Like chocolate and peanut butter.
He lapped up the clear drops at the tip, fingers going to stroke Coke’s balls.
Coke moaned for him, muscles shifting under skin, the heat going up at least five notches in the room. Yeah. That was how he liked it. Coke’s legs parted, hips moving slow and easy. Dillon played with the heavy balls, tickling the thin skin covering them even as he sank down and took Coke’s dick all the way in. Deep.
He heard Coke’s strangled cry, felt the fat cock throb on his tongue.
He loved how Coke responded to him, loved every breath and shiver and drop of pre-cum. He went hunting for more, tongue working up and down. His fingers slid back, circled Coke’s hole, and Coke groaned, legs parting farther.
“Babe.” His finger slid right inside Coke’s body, which was tight and hot and amazing. So was the way Coke moaned.
“Yes. Want you.” Coke’s body squeezed his fingers.
“Me, too. I mean, I want you.” He wanted whatever he could get.
“Good. Another finger, cowboy. I need.”
“I got you, babe.” He did. He had Coke so good. He put two fingers in.
One of Coke’s legs drew up, and his lover moaned, riding him nice and easy.
“That’s it.” His lips moved against the head of Coke’s dick, and his fingers pushed in and out rhythmically.
He glanced up. Coke’s face was a study in need, in abandon. That look was his. Only his.
Dillon gave Coke another finger, knowing that would verge on pain. Not cause it, though. Just push Coke to the edge.
Coke grunted, cheeks flushing dark. “Oh, fuck.”
“That’s it.” Dillon murmured a few other inane things before sucking Coke back in, needing to feel Coke’s response.
One of Coke’s hands landed on his head—not pushing, but solid, touching as that sweet dick swelled, jerked between his lips. Right there. Coke was right there. One deep push of his fingers, one more swallow, and Coke was calling out his name, spunk pouring into his mouth.
Dillon took it all, his hips rocking a little at the amazing flavor that filled his lips. Fuck, he loved that.
Coke sank to the mattress, murmuring broken words, petting his hair.
“Better, babe?” Dillon kissed Coke’s belly.
“Uhn.” Ooh. Incoherence. He approved.
“Oh, good.” He climbed up and started humping Coke’s leg. Coke’s fingers wrapped around him, strong and sure, helping him out. “Oh. Oh, yeah, babe. Harder.”
“Anything.” Coke had calluses on his calluses.
“I need more, babe.” He needed pressure and friction.
Coke hauled him up to where he straddled the broad chest, both hands wrapping around his cock and pulling hard enough his eyes crossed.
