“Hello, Mr. Callahan,” Jamie said in a low voice, his fingers stroking against Kyle’s back over his dress shirt.
Kyle’s cock twitched in his dress pants as Jamie addressed him by his new last name. Most people these days kept the name they were born with, but there was something about carrying Jamie’s name that felt like ownership in the best way. It was the reason when Jamie had asked if he would take his last name that Kyle had said yes without hesitation.
“I know you asked everyone to donate to charities in our name instead of giving us gifts, but I feel like I should give you one of my own, Mr. Callahan,” Kyle said, licking his lips.
Jamie raised an eyebrow, his mouth curving upward with a teasing arrogance that Kyle always found enticing in these moments. “Is that so?”
Rather than reply, Kyle downed his glass of champagne in one long gulp, watching the way Jamie’s eyes flickered to his throat. Kyle leaned back far enough to set the glass on the table before sliding off Jamie’s lap and settling on his knees in front of his husband. There was enough space between the couch and the table for Kyle to fit without touching either piece of furniture. Jamie helpfully spread his legs to provide a little more room, still holding on to his champagne glass as he stretched that arm out along the top of the couch.
Kyle started to undo Jamie’s belt, glad he was wearing a suit instead of his dress blues. Suits were definitely easier to get out of than a dress uniform. When Jamie didn’t stop him, Kyle continued to undo the button and zipper of the dress pants until he could pull down Jamie’s underwear far enough that his half-hard cock was freed.
He leaned down and eagerly licked at the head, dragging his tongue over the sensitive skin there. Jamie inhaled deeply, and the sound made Kyle smirk before he wrapped his lips around the head of Jamie’s cock. He suckled at the tip, making sure to hold the length of it up with his other hand so that he didn’t stain Jamie’s pants.
Jamie settled his free hand on the back of Kyle’s head. “Undo your pants and touch yourself. I don’t want you to mess up your suit.”
He hummed an affirmative that made Jamie’s cock jerk between his lips. Kyle did as he was ordered, making swift work of his own clothing to get a hand on his own cock.
Jamie’s fingers tightened around his neck. “We don’t have a lot of time, so I want you to make me come using that mouth I love so much.”
He flattened his tongue and didn’t fight the push as he swallowed Jamie down his throat until his nose pressed against Jamie’s body. Kyle swallowed reflexively around the hardening length in his throat, unable to breathe, but not minding one bit. He knew Jamie liked it when he choked on Jamie’s cock, and Kyle wanted to please his husband. So he did his best to work Jamie’s cock to hardness using his mouth and throat until tears pricked the corner of his eyes and spots danced across his vision. Only then did Kyle finally pull back to breathe.
Kyle gasped around the thickness filling his mouth, the weight of it heavy on his tongue, Jamie’s hand keeping him on the cusp of choking again. His knees dug into the carpeted floor while Jamie’s thighs pressed against his shoulders, boxing him in. Kyle felt engulfed in a cocoon of safety as he pleasured his husband.
“I have a gift for you, but you won’t get it tonight,” Jamie said as he urged Kyle forward again. “I’ll give it to you on our honeymoon.”
He couldn’t even begin to guess what Jamie had gotten him, he just knew he would like it, whatever it was. Kyle dropped his jaw a little more as Jamie snapped his hips off the couch and thrust into Kyle’s mouth. His cock slid all the way down Kyle’s throat with enough force that his balls slapped against Kyle’s chin.
Kyle closed his eyes, his hand faltering on his own cock as Jamie fucked his mouth a few more times before easing off. He pulled back far enough to suck in a much-needed lungful of air before he went back to working Jamie over. He knew they didn’t have much time, but Kyle made the most of it. It was a little sloppy, but a lot of fun, because he always enjoyed choking on Jamie’s cock.
He moved his head up and down the length in his mouth even as he rocked his hips into his own hand, jacking himself off. Jamie smoothed his hand over Kyle’s hair, careful not to mess it up. “Don’t come yet.”
Kyle’s groan was cut off as Jamie’s cock slid down his throat, cutting off his air once again. His own cock was heavy and hard in his hand, and Kyle knew he could’ve come in just a couple more strokes. Rather than tease himself, Kyle held on to his cock with loose fingers and focused on Jamie instead, sucking Jamie off with a skill he was proud of.
Too bad they don’t give out medals for cock-sucking.
Kyle knew if they did, he would have earned it the first night he and Jamie ever had sex. It seemed like so long ago after everything they had gone through. Kyle had unintentionally broken his own rules at the time, but in the grand scheme of things, it was the best decision he’d ever made.
He knew when Jamie was getting close, and Kyle did his level best to bring Jamie to the edge and over as quickly as possible. By the time Jamie came, spilling down his throat, Kyle’s jaw ached and the corners of his mouth burned. Jamie’s hand was like a vise on the back of his neck, keeping him in place, as if he would ever want to leave. Jamie held himself stiffly against Kyle’s lips and hand, but the tension drained away as he spilled his release down Kyle’s throat.
Kyle couldn’t taste it, but he milked Jamie’s cock down to the last drop until he started to go soft in his mouth. Only then did Jamie allow him to pull all the way off, gasping for breath, breathing in the scent of his husband. The ache in his jaw and puffiness in his lips rapidly faded due to his accelerated healing, hiding evidence of their time together.
Jamie dragged his hand around the side of Kyle’s neck, fingers curling gently around the tie he wore. He tugged on it, and Kyle blindly followed the pull until he was sitting on the couch beside Jamie instead of on his lap. He made a noise that was a little too close to a whine of protest, but Jamie ignored his silent plea. Instead, Jamie pushed at him until Kyle was lying on the couch, one leg dangling over the edge, the other hooked over Jamie’s shoulder. Kyle still had his hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, holding it at an angle so it wouldn’t drip precum on his suit.
Jamie smirked at him as he pushed Kyle’s hand aside andwrapped his own around Kyle’s cock. His fingers were firm and warm, and it didn’t take much for Kyle to come once Jamie gave him permission.
“You can come, but I don’t want anyone to hear you. Your pleasure belongs to me and me alone,” Jamie told him, his eyes boring into Kyle’s.
Kyle tipped his head back, spine arching as he came silently beneath Jamie’s deft touch, cum spilling over still-moving fingers. His mouth worked soundlessly around the words he wanted to say but which were locked behind his teeth as he shook through his orgasm.
Release left him spent and breathless in the best way. When he could think again, Kyle blinked his eyes open and moved his head until he could see Jamie, who held up his cum-covered hand. Without a word, Jamie extended his arm, holding out his hand for Kyle to taste the offering coating his fingers.
“Clean me up.”
He opened his mouth and licked at Jamie’s fingers, tasting himself on his husband’s skin. He stared Jamie in the eye as he slowly licked his fingers clean of the mess that Kyle had made. When he finished, Jamie handed Kyle a refilled glass of champagne to wash the taste of cum and sex out of his mouth.
He sipped at the champagne slowly, watching with an almost lazy satedness as Jamie used a napkin to wipe his hands, then themselves, before doing up his suit and then Kyle’s. He felt loose-limbed and happy and didn’t resist when Jamie tugged him back into a sitting position beside him. Jamie settled his hand high on Kyle’s thigh before nodding at the plates on the table.
“Come on. Let’s eat.”
