park said to tell you that weird shit turns you on.
Ben
What can I say? The more important question is why are you still texting me when you could be kissing Parker?
“You know,” Parker says, pulling my attention from my phone and back to them. “Thatisa good question.”
Tossing my phone to the side, I pull Parker in closer. Their lips hover over mine, our breaths mingling together.
“Are you gonna kiss me, Lan?”
“Are you gonna kiss me, Lovebug?”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, they’re closing the small space between us, slotting their lips over mine. Almost instantly, they tangle their fingers in my hair, pressing closer until there isn’t a spare bit of space between us.
My eyes nearly roll back when they suck on my tongue, drawing it into their mouth and moaning around it. It’s by far my favorite thing they do, and it nearly makes me lose it every single time.
At first, it’s just kissing. The wet slide of their tongue over mine, fingers tugging lightly where they’re knotted in my hair, but it quickly turns into more. Parker groans against my mouth as they rock forward, grinding their hard cock against my stomach.
We’ve never done this before. It seems like in every sexual situation we have, Parker’s leading and I’m following, which, for the record, I’m okay with. But this time, there’s an almost… hesitance to their movements. No, it’s not that. It’s more like we’re on equal ground. Parker’s not leading, and I’m not following. We’re just existing together with tongues and whimpers and the occasional clacking of teeth.
I sigh against their lips, some of my worry about doing things wrong fading into the background. I slide my hands down their waist to their thighs, then slip them under their skirt.
My fingers meet flesh, and I sit back, breaking the kiss. “Nothing under this?”
Parker’s pupils are blown wide, their cheeks flushed. But it doesn’t stop them from smirking at me like the menace they are. “No. Do you like that?”
I knead the flesh of their ass in my hands, then grip each cheek and pull them closer, thrusting up against them. “So much.”
“I like the way you’re touching me,” they whisper, then slam their mouth down on mine again.
“Fuck,” I breathe against their lips. “This feels good.”
Parker hums, grinding harder against me. Their skin under my fingers is so soft and warm, and I use my grip to drag them back and forth over my cock. They slump, body going pliant in my hold as I rut against them.
Breaking away from my lips, Parker rests their head on my shoulder, panting against my throat. I flex my fingers, a sheen of sweat breaking out over my body as I work them harder and faster over me. It’s unreal. The pressure. The feeling of their skin. The way their chest is heaving against mine.
My cock is throbbing, desperate for more.
Parker whimpers, clutching at my hair and trembling. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna come.”
“Oh? Do you want me to stop?”
Another whimper. A shake of their head. “Please don’t.”
I tighten my grip, those words all the permission I need, and pick up the pace, holding Parker tightly against my body. They’re almost completely lax in my arms, basically letting me do whatever I want. And what I want is to make them come so hard they forget their name.
I grind up, rocking my cock against theirs, mind blown by the heat and the friction even through our clothes.
“Close,” Parker whines.
I moan. “Do that thing again where you suck on my tongue.”
Parker gasps, attacking my mouth so quickly it makes my head spin, and when they close their lips around my tongue, sucking and moaning, I explode. I thrust hard against them, warm, sticky cum spilling from my cock and soaking my boxers.
Groaning into our sloppy kiss, Parker rocks against me one last time before a shiver races through their body and their dick jerks against mine, hot cum seeping through their skirt and over my shirt.
They giggle, and my heart nearly explodes. “That was fun.”
