Viggo came back and took a seat next to him, leaning back and resting his scotch on his thigh. He nudged Bjorn with his shoulder and took a long sip of his drink, radiating satisfaction. He grinned. “It went fucking fantastic.”
Bjorn smiled to himself, happy.
“He climbed under the table and blew us,” Viggo mused, stroking his jaw and turning to Bjorn. “We didn’t ask him to do that, right? He just did it on his own?”
Bjorn nodded. “He did.”
Viggo took a sip of his scotch and shook his head, chuckling. “And then you made him gag on your cock. Fuck, I almost came in my underwear when I heard that.” He reached over and punched Bjorn’s arm. “How much could he take?”
Bjorn licked his lips, his cock twitching at the memory. “Like two inches, maybe?”
It had taken everything he had not to push Sebastian down on his cock and make him choke more. He’d wanted to dominate him – wanted to make him feelowned– and Bjorn didn’t know quite what to do with those feelings.
Sebastian made him want to take charge in a way that was completely new to him. He liked it, but it also worried him. It would be so easy to take things too far.
“Nice.” Viggo’s voice was rough.
“He said yes to another date,” Bjorn said, his cock twitching in anticipation. He couldn’t wait to take Sebastian out again.
Aside from getting a blowjob – which had been amazing – Bjorn had thoroughly enjoyed talking to Sebastian and listening to his opinions on everything from parent-teacher conferences to whether or not frozen yogurt was a good dessert. Sebastian was just easy to talk to, which in Bjorn’s experience was rare. People were usually intimidated by him, both by his size and by his severe countenance, but Sebastian seemed to have seen right through that.
As far as Bjorn was concerned, the evening had been close to perfect, though he hoped that the next time they went out, they could end the night in the bedroom rather than with a chaste goodnight kiss on the sidewalk.
“He did,” Viggo agreed. He placed his scotch next to his bulge, tracing the line of his cock with his finger. “I still can’t believe he crawled under the table.”
Bjorn chuckled, sharing Viggo’s disbelief. It seemed very out of character, totally at odds with how shy Sebastian seemed to be about sex, and he wished he knew what he’d been thinking.
“I shouldn’t have teased him, after,” Viggo mused. He took a sip of his scotch, and Bjorn watched his throat bob as he swallowed. Placing the glass back down on his thigh, Viggo sighed. “He was into it, but I was right up against his limit. He definitely didn’t like the waiter seeing him.”
Bjorn agreed with Viggo’s assessment. He’d seen the change come over Sebastian when their waiter came back with the napkins.
“I don’t think he’s an exhibitionist,” Bjorn said, thinking it over. “He crawled under the table in spite of being in public, not because of it.”
Viggo made a humming noise of agreement. “We’ll dial it back in public,” he said, decisive. “We don’t want to make him uncomfortable.”
Bjorn agreed, though in fairness to him and Viggo, Sebastian had crawled under the table and sucked their cocks without any prompting from them.
“He seemed to have fun, after,” Bjorn said, thinking back to what had happened when they’d left the restaurant.
They’d taken Sebastian to the laundromat, giving him one of Viggo’s spare dress shirts to wear while his clothes were in the wash, and then they’d taken turns giving him blowjobs in the back seat of the car.
Viggo had his turn while Sebastian’s clothes were in the washer, hands on his hips and sucking him down like he was possessed by a demon, and then after putting Sebastian’s clothes in the dryer, it was Bjorn’s turn.
The feeling of taking Sebastian’s cock and balls in his mouth at the same time, sucking and licking while reaching around to finger his ass, was like heaven. Bjorn had felt greedy, his spit-slicked finger rubbing over Sebastian’s prostate and making him squirm, his chest rumbling with a sub-vocal growl as he drank down the boy’s load.
After making Sebastian come twice, his clothes were dry and they went out for ice cream.
“He did,” Viggo agreed.
“What about in private?”
“Hm?” Viggo asked, shooting him a look and lifting his brow.
“You said we should dial it back in public,” Bjorn reminded him. He cleared his throat and adjusted his bulge. “What about in private?”
Viggo took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring. “We dial things up slowly, making sure we don’t overwhelm him.”
Bjorn’s balls pulled tight.
