An embarrassingly long time ago. Yeah, he’d had to study, but now that he could feel the heat of Frank’s erection pressed up against his own through their pants, he wondered why he’d waited so long.
Well. It had been a long time since someone like Frank came along.
“Me too. All of the above.” Frank was back at that spot behind David’s ear, his breath sending tingles along David’s spine. “Fuck, I want to blow you.”
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.” Frank sank to the couch, grabbed David’s waist, and pressed his face into David’s inseam. Even through his pants and underwear, the warmth of Frank’s skin was heaven.
“I’m game if you are.”
Frank grinned up at him and then went for David’s belt. David started unbuttoning his shirt, but Frank stopped him. “Keep it on. I love a man in a suit.”
“Yeah you do.” David stuck his thumb in Frank’s mouth for him tosuck on while he dealt with David’s zipper. He held his breath as Frank fought with the waistband of his boxer-briefs—his favorite pair, purple Savage X Fenty ones—and pulled his dick out.
David had been with enough guys to see the whole gamut of reactions to his dick. It was hard to be a gay Black man and not be aware of certainstereotypes, which led to certainexpectations—expectations he didn’t exactly meet.
His dick was beautiful, if he did say so himself, but it was average sized, not some Weapon of Ass Destruction. He waited to see Frank’s reaction, fighting his nerves.
But Frank just made the samemmmsound he made when he tasted wine. He looked up at David with hunger, like he hadn’t just eaten a full meal.
Frank wrapped his hand around David’s dick and watched it intently as he pulled back the foreskin. But then he paused and looked back up, biting his lip. “Uh… should we do condoms for oral? I have banana and strawberry.”
“I mean…” David shrugged. “It’s up to you. I’m okay without, you know, since we’re both negative and all, but I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything.”
“It feels better, though, right?” Frank asked. The question sent Frank’s breath ghosting along his dick. David shivered. “With your foreskin and all.”
It did. It fucking did. David nodded.
“Okay then?” Frank stroked him again, slowly, licking his lips. Fuck, that tongue. Stained purple and oh so pretty. David wanted to feel it. He ran a hand through Frank’s sleek hair. He was sweating in his suit, even though the apartment was cool.
“Okay.” David had been watching Frank’s mouth all night—studying him as he sampled every meal, wrapped his lips around a french fry, or cradled a wineglass—but never in a million years had he imagined they’d wind up here, with those same lips just inches away from his dick. “Show me what that hot mouth can do.”
So Frank did, leaning in to lick all over David’s shaft, kiss the spot where his balls met his base, then finally, finally, taking David in his mouth.
David gripped Frank’s hair tighter, not tight enough to hurt (he hoped), but tight enough to stay upright, because fuck. Fuck!
He’d missed this. The sex, yeah, but connecting too. That feeling when the guy you were with knew exactly what to do to make you feel good. That flame in your stomach, impatient to return the favor.
“That’s right,” David muttered. “Dig in there.”
Frank’s tongue was teasing the space between his foreskin and his dickhead, and David trembled.
“Fucking hot mouth.”
He felt Frank give a little shiver and smiled to himself.
“Yeah, you like that,” David said, thrusting a bit, trying to get a rhythm going, but then he lost it as soon as Frank’s tongue found his frenulum, and his knees went weak. “Oh, fuck, Frank. Keep doing that.”
Frank blinked up at him for a moment, a confused look in his eyes. Those beautiful eyes. David nearly forgot what he was going to say, he was so lost in them. But Frank’s eyebrows shot up in a silent question.
“That thing with your tongue.”
Frank did, over and over, sending tingles that radiated from David’s dick straight to his core, lighting up his spine.
“Now suck it. Suck it hard.”
And Frank did, without missing a beat, adding one hand to the action with a little twist-stroke, the other hand going for David’s balls, cradling them gently while a finger stretched back to massage his taint.
