"Touch me. I need you to touch me. My cock—stroke me."
He grins up at me, wicked and beautiful and devastating, eyes gleaming with filthy intent. "Say it again."
"Touch my cock. Please. I'm dying here. I need your hand on my throbbing dick—jack me off."
He wraps his hand around me finally and I nearly come off the bed, my hips jerking up into his grip like a reflex. His hand is warm and callused and perfect, stroking me slow and steady, with just the right pressure—firm at the base, twisting over the slick head, thumb smearing my pre-cum down the shaft until it's glistening.
"Like this?" he asks, watching my face, his eyes dark with hunger.
"Yes. Fuck. Just like that. Don't stop—feels so fucking good, your rough hand milking my cock."
He strokes me while his mouth continues exploring, mapping my body with lips and tongue and teeth. Kissing down my stomach, tonguing the trail of dark hair below my navel, getting closer and closer to where I desperately need him, each lick making my balls tighten.
"I love your body," he says against my hip, his breath hot on my skin, making goosebumps erupt. "I love how lean you are. How defined. I love that I can see every muscle when you move, every line twitching under my touch." He bites gently at my hipbone and I gasp, the sharp sting blooming into heat that pools in my groin. "I love these sharp edges. These angles. I want to memorize every single one of them so I can see them in my dreams—while I jerk off thinking about fucking you one day."
"Ivan, please. I need your mouth on me—suck my cock, take me deep."
He looks up at me, and licks one slow, torturous stripe up my cock from base to tip, his tongue flat and broad, tasting the salty pre-cum, the wet heat making my shaft throb visibly.
I moan. I can't help it. The sensation is overwhelming—hot and wet and perfect, his tongue dragging along the sensitive underside, flicking the slit, but not nearly enough to satisfy the ache building in my balls.
"More?" he asks, his lips brushing against the head of my cock, breath teasing the slick tip.
"God, yes. More. Everything. All of it—swallow my dick, make me fuck your throat."
He takes me into his mouth. Not teasing this time, not slow or tentative. He swallows me down as far as he can go, his lips stretched obscenely around my girth, throat working to take me deeper, his tongue pressing flat against the underside, swirling around the veins. I grab his hair, not pushing or forcing, just holding on, trying desperately not to thrust into the wet, sucking heat of his mouth—the tight suction pulling at my skin, the warmth enveloping me like velvet fire.
"Fuck. Ivan. Your mouth is incredible. So good—sucking my cock like a pro, throat squeezing me."
He hums around me and the vibration makes me see stars, buzzing straight through my shaft to my core. He's gotten so much better at this since the first time, more confident, more sure. He knows what I like now, knows how to twist his tongue just right along the frenulum, how to use his hand on what he can't fit—stroking the base firmly—how to suck hard on the upstroke, hollowing his cheeks, how to work the sensitive spot just under the head with flicks that make my toes curl.
"I'm not going to last long," I warn him, my balls drawing up tight. "If you keep doing that—deepthroating me like that—I'm going to come down your throat. I'm close, so fucking close."
He pulls off with an obscene wet pop that makes my cock twitch, strings of saliva connecting his swollen lips to my glistening head. "Not yet. I'm not done with you yet—gonna eat your ass first, make you beg for my fingers."
"What doyou—oh god—"
He flips me over onto my stomach before I can finish the question. I gasp, surprised by the sudden movement, and then his hands are on my ass, gripping the cheeks hard, spreading me open wide, exposing my puckered hole to the cool air, and his mouth is—
"Oh fuck. Ivan. What are you—your tongue on my asshole—"
His tongue licks over my hole and my brain completely short-circuits. Stops working entirely. The sensation is filthy and mind-blowing—hot, wet, and insistent, circling the tight ring of muscle, lapping at the sensitive skin, the flat of his tongue dragging broad and slow, making my rim quiver and relax under the assault.
I've never felt anything like this. Never even imagined it. Never knew it was possible to feel this good—his tongue probing, teasing the entrance, the slick pressure building a deep, aching need inside me, my cock leaking steadily onto the sheets beneath me. I'm making sounds I've never made before. Desperate, needy, animal sounds that would embarrass me if I had any capacity for shame left—whimpers and moans as he eats me out like he's starving for it.
"Is this okay?" he asks, pulling back slightly, his breath hot against me. "Tell me if it's too much—too dirty for you."
"Never. Please don't stop. Keep going—tongue-fuck my ass, make me wet for you."
He goes back to it with renewed focus, licking into me deeper, his tongue pushing past the tight ring of muscle, breaching me with wet thrusts that send electric pleasure radiating through my core. The intrusion is soft but insistent, the muscle yielding to him, every lap and swirl making my hole loosen, the sensations building—burning heat turning to bliss, my inner walls clenching around the tip of his tongue, craving more fullness.
I'm shaking, gripping the pillow, pushing back against his face shamelessly, grinding my ass onto his mouth like a slut in heat. It feels incredible. It feels like nothing I've ever experienced. Like something unlocking inside me, awakening nerves I didn't know existed, each lick sending waves of filthy ecstasy crashing through my body.
"You taste so good," he murmurs against me, and I feel the words as much as hear them, the vibration buzzing against my sensitive rim. "I'vebeen wanting to do this. Wanting to take you apart completely—rim your tight little hole until you're a sobbing mess, make you fall to pieces under my tongue."
"Fuck. You're doing an amazing job—eating my ass like that, tongue so deep inside me."
He pulls back and I whine at the loss, actually whine like I'm dying, my hole clenching empty and needy. "Hold on. Don't move. Stay just like this—ass up, spread for me."
