Rabbit had never given anyone head before, but his hesitancy didn’t just stem from not knowing what to do. What if someone came to the door and heard?
Baikal grabbed him by the nape and pulled him forward, his intentions clear, but Rabbit slammed his palms onto Baikal’s muscular thighs and pushed back, straining to keep distance between himself and that veiny cock.
“Stop resisting.”
“I have to perform in ten minutes!” Rabbit reminded.
Baikal clicked his tongue. “You have to perform right now, actually. This goes in your mouth,” he jerked his hip, the tip bumping up against Rabbit’s lips, “or this,” he held up his palm, making sure he saw the lube still coating his hand and wiggled his fingers, “goes all over your clothing.”
“You wouldn’t.” Rabbit was in uniform, the wispy white shirt made of a fine material that definitely wouldn’t hold up if there was junk smeared on it. And he didn’t have a replacement, no spare he could even borrow from someone else. The university rules were strict, and since this recital was taking place on campus grounds, he couldn’t just wear anything up on that stage.
“Is that a challenge?” Baikal snorted. “I would. In fact, maybe I should. I went out of my way to buy your favorite flavor specifically to help you through your attack, but if I ruin your fancy outfit and you can’t perform anyway, that means I’ll be free to take you however I see fit.”
“You planned this from the beginning,” Rabbit accused. He’d made it seem like this was his choice, but it never had been. Not really.
“Tick tock, little bunny,” he said, using that lubed hand to hold himself by the base and angle himself better for Rabbit. “Get sucking, or this escalates past a blow job and ends with me fucking a different hole of yours.”
Rabbit hesitated again. If they had sex now, wouldn’t that mean he’d be free from this deal? Maybe he should—
Baikal chuckled, somehow able to pick up on his train of thought. “If I take your ass right now, you best believe you won’t be able to walk for days, let alone stand on a stage without falling. You really want everyone here to know you’ve been fucked by me?” He pretended to consider. “I don’t hate the idea. They’re already aware who you belong to.”
“The hickey,” Rabbit realized, not sure how he’d been too stupid to before, “and dragging me out in the middle of class…You did those things on purpose.”
“I was staking my claim,” he confessed.
“Is that what you’re doing right now too?”
“No,” his grip on his neck tightened, “this is about helping you overcome your inner demons. From now on, little bunny, if you need something to lick and suck, I’ve got you covered. I want to erase the negative emotions that bubble up within you whenever you’re forced back to that memory. Instead, I want you to recall the taste of my cock on your tongue. The feel of it,” he ran the tip over Rabbit’s sealed lips, painting them with a mixture of lube and precome, “The way you choke and gasp with it buried to the back of your throat.”
At the lewd suggestion, Rabbit inhaled sharply, and Baikal seized the opportunity to hook his thumb into the corner of his mouth and force him to open for him.
He pushed that velvety head past his lips, settling over Rabbit’s tongue, and paused. “If you don’t move, I will.” He caressed a strand of silverish-white hair over his forehead, but the intimate gesture belied the barely veiled threat his words brought.
If Rabbit left Baikal in control, this would be messy and rough and wholly unpleasant for him. Which meant either he complied or he regretted not doing so.
“I know you’ve never done this before,” Baikal said. “That’s fine. I get off on being your first. Just do your best, and if your best ends up not being good enough…”
He’d take over from there.
Rabbit instinctually swallowed, but with the cock still in his mouth, all that ended up doing was clamping his lips and pressing his tongue around it. A burst of salty mint flavors exploded on his taste buds, nothing like his candy bar, and yet…Not entirely unpleasant either. With his lips still sealed on him, he took another tentative lick, sliding from the bottom of that mushroom-shaped head to lap at his slit.
Baikal groaned, the fingers holding the base of his skull splaying as he rocked forward ever so slightly. His cock slid in even deeper, and Rabbit readjusted his tongue, swirling it around more of that thick shaft, watching Void’s face closely to gauge his reaction as he continued to explore.
He traced the pulsing vein with the flat of his tongue and then sucked, drawing him in more. Rabbit had always preferred the mixture of chocolate with mint instead of just the latter on its own, but he was starting to rethink that. There was something about the salty, sweet and cool taste of Baikal’s precome mixed with the lube. Hollowing out his cheeks, he sucked him in deep, wanting more of that particular flavor, choking a bit when Void’s cock hit the back of his throat.
A rumble made its way up Baikal’s throat, the only warning before he suddenly gripped the sides of Rabbit’s face. With one hard thrust, he drove it in, hands tightening when that had Rabbit spluttering and his gag reflex almost going off.
His lips were already starting to hurt from the strain of keeping them so wide, the girth of that member slamming in and out only eased by the lube and saliva that dripped from Rabbit’s mouth with every pump of those hips. At some point, he’d started to cry, fat tears rolling down his ruddy cheeks, his fingernails digging into the material of Void’s jeans over his thighs.
Every time Void pulled back it was with a pause that lasted barely a full second, only long enough to tease Rabbit into believing he’d be able to take in a full breath before that cock was ramming back in and cutting off all flow of oxygen.
Rabbit didn’t even think of asking him to stop though, too hyper-focused on the taste and the struggle to breathe enough to prevent himself from passing out. It was all he could think about, his only option to hold on for the ride and wait until Baikal was finished using his mouth as his own personal fuck toy.
It happened suddenly, one final deep thrust and then Void was growling and more of that salty taste coated Rabbit’s tongue in hot waves. He swallowed them down, sucking and licking the other man through his orgasm, completely riveted by the blissed-out expression on his face.
A knock on the door had them both jumping, the sound followed by a voice from the other side of the wood, Rabbit’s notice he was expected on stage in five minutes.
Baikal pulled out of him, but before Rabbit could say or do anything, he hauled him up onto his feet and shoved his stomach up against the table.
