“Yeah?”
“I’ve never played a game that manages to be so gay and yet so painfully straight at the same time.”
“Oh my god, right? The whole vibe between Sora and Riku…”
“Which Sora? There were twelve last count. Wait, you played the sequels, right?”
“All but the one on the phone.” David had tried it a bit, but he hated playing games on his phone. His battery drained way too fast.
Farzan grinned and scooted forward to press a sweet kiss against David’s lips. David had gone soft, but his dick started coming back to life, especially when he felt Farzan’s own warm length against his thigh.
“Mm. So.” Farzan leaned up again. “You have a sex playlist?”
“Oh my god.” David wiped a hand over his face, reached for his phone, and turned on his actual sex playlist, some bass-heavy lo-fi beats that felt warm and erotic to him. “Better?”
Farzan didn’t answer, just kissed him again, and David was so overwhelmed with the warmth of Farzan’s skin, the sweet musk of him, that he thought he might get off right there. He rolled over, earning a brief huff of surprise from Farzan, then bracketed him with his arms as he pushed up to hover above him.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he breathed, and Farzan only leaned up, his lips desperate for David’s. David teased him a bit before giving in, drawing Farzan’s tongue into his mouth to caress it, tease it, bite it just a little, drinking in the way Farzan purred under him. He broke off from Farzan’s lips to make his way down Farzan’s jaw and neck and chest, kissing one nipple while he curled his fingers in Farzan’s chest hair. Farzan bucked under him.
“You like that?”
Farzan gasped in assent.
“Yeah, you do.” David kissed the other nipple, adding a few love bites, as his stomach heated and his skin tingled. Farzan moaned in time with the music.
David continued his journey down, licking the sweat off Farzan’s stomach, his belly button, the valley of his thighs, before finally going down on Farzan’s rigid cock. He used one hand to press his thumb against Farzan’s taint, while his middle and ring fingers traced light caresses further back, toward Farzan’s hole.
David’s own dick was so hard his foreskin had pulled itself back, and his core kept clenching and unclenching, driving the prostate massager against his button in a delirious rhythm. He was dripping now—prostate play, whether from a toy or a partner, always had him leaking—but fuck, he couldn’t think about that now, not when he had Farzan’s dick in his mouth, twitching and flexing and warm against his tongue. Farzan’s breath came in little gulps; his hips bucked up to meet David’s lips.
He let Farzan out of his mouth with a pop and sat up on his knees.
“How do you want me to get you ready?” he asked, lightly scratching at Farzan’s balls, enjoying the little shiver that wracked Farzan’s body. He was desperate, desperate to touch, desperate to feel, desperate to plunge right into Farzan and feel that warmth and connection. He could feel Farzan’s desperation too, the twitching of his dick against his stomach, the gooseflesh all along his thighs, the hunger in his gaze.
Farzan blinked and swallowed.
“Can I be honest?”
“We’re totally naked.”
Farzan chuckled. “I’m not, uh, super into rimming for some reason.”
“Giving or receiving?”
“Either. Is that okay?”
“Of course.” David was a fan, but he knew it wasn’t for everyone. He kneaded harder with his thumb, gratified when Farzan ground back against him. “Fingers okay, then?”
“Yeah.”
David reached for the lube, slicked his fingers and Farzan’s muscle, and slowly, gently pressed his index finger in.
“Like this?”
“Yeah.”
Farzan was warm inside, warm and tight, and David searched for Farzan’s prostate, hooking his finger until he got another one of those hitches in Farzan’s breath.
“You like my finger in you?” David asked. “Soon it’ll be my dick.”
