George was breathing heavily, one arm slung over his face. It felt like forever before he finally spoke. “God,” he breathed. “That was…” He trailed off.
Roughly, Theo said, “It must have been all right. You nearly choked me.”
Slowly, George moved his arm away. “Oh, hell,” he said. “Did I? It just felt so—so bloody good.” He gave a nervous laugh.
An unexpected wave of relief rushed through Theo. It seemed that George was not eaten up with regret. Not yet anyway.
“Is it my turn now?” George asked, levering himself up onto his elbows. He gazed up at Theo, his gaze glimmering in the darkness. Softly, he added, “Will you tell me what you’d like?”
“Honestly?” Theo husked.
“Please.”
“I’d like to feed you my cock. While you lie there, and take it.”
George hitched a breath at his frank words. Then he cleared his throat, a nervous sound. “All right. How do you want me? Like this, or…?”
“Just like this,” Theo murmured, rising up on his knees. “On your back, lying still and good, while I fuck your pretty mouth.” He smiled. “How does that sound to you?”
George swallowed audibly. “It sounds—” He broke off, then tried again, his voice cracking on the words. “Yes, I want that. I want you to use me however you need, Theo.”
And there it was again, that glimpse into George’s deeper desires that Theo had already guessed at.
“I want you to use me…”
Urgent lust thrummed through Theo. He shifted further up the bed, stroking himself with one hand as he moved into place, before leaning in and letting his achingly hard prick brush over George’s wickedly full lips.
George opened his mouth on a groan, his tongue sliding wetly, inexpertly, over the head of Theo’s cock, and all Theo could do was moan with pleasure and slowly press further in, allowing the warmth of George’s mouth to envelop him, inch by inch.
In his restricted position, George could control nothing, but still he managed to show his eagerness, opening his mouth wide and arching up, working Theo’s flesh with his tongue. As Theo repeatedly pressed in and drew out of his mouth, going a little deeper each time, George moaned, seeming almost drunk on the pleasure.
Theo stroked George’s cheek as he slowly worked his cock in, marvelling at George’s eagerness and lack of self-consciousness. He watched with a kind of awed wonder, as George took Theo all the way in, to the root, whimpering with pleasure when Theo began to slowly fuck in and out of his mouth.
Theo wanted it to last forever but his pleasure built quickly and his climax, when it came, crashed through him with startling intensity, tightening all the muscles in his body. Tiny lights sparked in his vision, and blood roared in his ears as George gracelessly swallowed his release. Finally, Theo withdrew and collapsed onto the pallet beside George, dazed.
After a little while—seconds? Minutes?— he realised George was talking.
“—seemed to enjoy that.”
“What?” Theo slurred. He shook his head. “Sorry. My brainbox hasn’t recovered yet.”
George laughed softly. “Not bad for a novice then?”
“Not bad for anyone,” Theo said, smiling. He closed his eyes, exhausted now. “I’ll get up in a minute and get a cloth to clean us up with.”
“I’ll get it,” George murmured. The pallet shifted. Theo heard the splash of water. And then George was back, kneeling beside him on the pallet.
“This’ll be cold,” he warned, before swiping a wet cloth over Theo’s belly and crotch. And yes, it was cold, but George’s hand was gentle. Gentle in a way that felt strangely alien to Theo.
When he was done, George pulled the blanket back over Theo, then rose again. As he crossed the attic, a floorboard creaked under his foot.
More splashing as he washed himself.
Theo felt loose and contented. Warm under the blanket. He couldn’t keep his eyes open
By the time George made it back to the bed, he’d already drifted off.
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