“I want to suck you,” George breathed, provoking a soft astonished gasp from Theo. Drawing back, he gazed at George in the darkness. He could make out the contours of George’s face now. The sweep of his high cheekbones, the fascinating curve of his mouth. Unthinkingly, he lifted his hand, dragging his thumb over George’s full lower lip.
“You don’t have to kiss me,” George husked. “I know you don’t like it.”
The pang of disappointment that pierced Theo at those words took him by surprise, and he frowned, annoyed at himself. He wasn’t interested in kissing George, he told himself, just being contrary. Reacting to being told he couldn’t have something.
Shaking off that thought, he shifted, moving George onto his back and covering him with his own body. He ran his hand up one smooth, lean flank. George’s skin was warm satin beneath his fingers, his body pliant and yielding. He moaned at Theo’s touch, all aching surrender, and somehow Theo knew in that moment exactly what George wanted, what he needed. A little bossiness. A little firmness.
He thumbed George’s nipple. “Have you thought about sucking me before tonight?”
George whimpered. “Yes. God, yes.”
“Have you ever done it before, with anyone else?” Theo nosed at George’s throat, sucked softly on the smooth flesh.
George hissed a breath. “I—ah—no.”
“Hmm,” Theo murmured against his neck. “I'll be your first then?”
“Yes.” George arched up against him, chasing more sensation.
“You’ll need to be tutored,” Theo said, lifting his head from George’s neck to look at him. He brushed his nose against George’s and their lips grazed, not quite kissing. “I think I’d better show you how to do it first,” he murmured. “Then you can try.”
George moaned and bit his lip, his assent wordless but unmistakable.
“Good boy,” Theo said softly. “Now, lie back and pay attention to what I do.”
George whimpered at the Good boy comment, but he did as Theo said, lying back, his arms at his sides while Theo began inching his way down George’s body, dropping kisses on George’s smooth skin as he went.
When he reached George’s cock, George moaned again, parting his thighs, and Theo settled into the space. He smoothed his hands over George’s inner thighs, spreading him wide before lowering his head to nuzzle at George’s crotch, his belly twisting with lust when he realised the front of George’s thin linen drawers was soaked. He was leaking again, just like last time. So desperate, Theo thought hazily, his cock throbbing almost painfully.
“Christ,” he whispered, transfixed. “You’re such a needy boy.” He lightly traced the hard length of George’s shaft through the damp linen and George groaned helplessly, his hips twisting and arching even as he kept his hands fisted by his sides. Theo took a firm hold of George’s hips, stilling his movements, then rubbed his cheek against George’s shaft, before mouthing at the head of his cock through the thin fabric. His head swam with the pleasure of it—the mingled sensations of scent and touch and taste. George’s bittersweet flavour on his tongue.
“Let’s get these off,” Theo rasped, rising up on his knees to undo the fastenings of George’s drawers before tugging them down over his hips and all the way off. George’s cock was dripping, a sticky, glistening thread connecting the flushed head to the flat plane of his belly.
“Oh God,” George breathed. “Theo. Please.”
“Be patient,” Theo replied, his voice hoarse. “You’ll get what you need when I decide to give it to you.”
Taking hold of George’s perfect prick, he delicately stroked him, just once, relishing George’s full-body shudder and the desperate, pleading noise he made. “Oh God,” George gasped, “I’m not even going to last a minute. Please, Theo.”
Theo ignored that. “You’ve not to come till I tell you. Understand?”
George whimpered.
“Do you understand, George?” Theo repeated more firmly, but with a note of faint amusement in his tone.
This time George nodded frantically. “I’ll try,” he whispered, fervently.
Satisfied, Theo bent his head, licking a long, slow stripe up George’s hard length, loving the guttural, urgent groan that provoked. Then he set about his task in earnest—teaching George how to make a man come with his mouth.
He started gently, licking and nibbling around the flared head before engulfing it in his mouth and slowly working his way to taking the whole shaft into his throat. He let it be messy and wet, and unpretty, let himself gag noisily when George helplessly arched his hips, making his cock prod insistently at the back of Theo’s throat.
“Sorry!” George gasped when Theo choked. He pulled out, but Theo just laughed and leaned back in, relishing the man’s disbelieving groan of pleasure as Theo took his shaft back into his throat, just as deep as before.
George’s hands were in white-knuckled fists at his sides. “Theo,” he groaned. “I’m going to—Please, please can I come? Please?”
Theo pulled off him briefly. “Yes. Do it now,” he rasped, then quickly swallowed George back down.
He was just in time too. George came in an unholy rush, his spend flooding Theo’s mouth, making him choke a little. Theo stayed where he was, though, gripping George’s hips when he tried to pull back, wanting all of it. All the graceless mess of it, and all the heedless pleasure too. He swallowed once, twice, uncaring of the messy trail that spilled from the side of his mouth. Then he eased off, wiping the remnants of George’s climax from his chin as he sat back on his heels.
