“Fuck yes.”
He kissed his way down my body, taking his time even though I was practically vibrating with need. His mouth on my neck, my chest, the sensitive spot just below my ribs that made me gasp. By the time he reached my cock, I was already leaking, desperate for his touch.
“Please,” I said, not caring how needy I sounded. “Nils, please.”
He looked up at me, eyes dark with want. “I’ve thought about this every night. Dreamed about having you in my mouth.”
He licked a slow stripe up my shaft, base to tip, his eyes never leaving mine. I shuddered and fisted my hands in the sheets, already on the edge. Then he took me into his mouth, warm and wet around my aching cock. I let out a guttural moan at the exquisite sensation, my fingers tangling in his hair. Slowly, torturously, he worked his way down my shaft, taking me deeper. His tongue swirled around the head, teasing the slit.
“Oh god,” I moaned, fighting the urge to thrust up into that wet heat. His mouth was heaven, soft and slick and perfect around me.
I threw my head back against the pillow, panting, as he began to bob up and down.
“Fuck, Nils, your mouth,” I groaned. He hummed around me and I saw stars, pleasure zinging up my spine. I’d had blow jobs before, but they’d never felt like this, like I was teetering on the edge of a cliff, knowing that the fall down would be the trip of my life.
I’d never been with another man, and yet nothing about this felt strange or awkward. No, it felt as natural as breathing, as if I’d waited for this exact moment my whole life.
He pulled off for a moment, his lips glistening. “You taste so good,” he murmured before diving back in. This time, he took me all the way down until his nose was nestled in the curls at the base of my cock. I cried out, hips jerking involuntarily. He just relaxed his throat and took it, moaning like he’d never tasted anything better.
The sight of him, lips stretched around my cock, cheeks hollowed as he sucked, nearly undid me. He looked up and our eyes met, his dark with lust and something deeper, more profound.
Then he hummed around me, the vibrations making my toes curl. He brought a hand up to stroke what he couldn’t fit, working me root to tip. His other hand fondled my balls, rolling them gently. Pleasure radiated through me, building with each pull of his mouth.
“Nils, fuck, so good…” I panted. My thighs tensed as I got closer, pressure coiling tight in my core.
His hands moved to my hips as he picked up the pace, head bobbing faster. I was lost to the sensations, the slick slide of his lips, the filthy wet sounds filling the room. He took me deep again and swallowed around me. My back arched off the bed, a hoarse cry ripping from my throat.
He kept me on the precipice, alternating between deep, luxurious sucks and feather-light, teasing licks. My fingers tightened in his hair as I fought to hold on, to make this last. But it had been too long, and his mouth felt too divine.
“Fuck, Nils, I’m close,” I warned, my voice strained.
He just doubled his efforts, bobbing faster, taking me impossibly deep into the wet silk of his throat. His finger traced behind my balls to my entrance and pressed gently, not breaching me but adding delicious pressure. That extra stimulation pushed me over the edge.
My orgasm hit me like a freight train, pleasure exploding through every nerve ending. I distantly heard myself let out a wrecked moan as I spilled down his throat in pulse after pulse, my hips bucking wildly. He swallowed it all, working me through it, prolonging the ecstasy until I was shaking and spent.
Slowly, gently, he let my softening cock slip from his mouth. He pressed tender kisses to my hips, my stomach, crawling back up as I caught my breath.
“Come here,” I said, pulling him up for a kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it made heat pool in my belly all over again. “My turn.”
“You don’t have to?—”
“Shut up. I’ve been dreaming about sucking your cock for months, and I’ve had plenty of time to do some research.”
He groaned at my words, and I used his distraction to flip our positions. Now I was the one kissing my way down his body, learning all the places that made him gasp and squirm. The spot where his neck met his shoulder. The sensitive skin inside his hip bone. The V of muscle that led down to where he was hard and leaking for me.
“Beautiful,” I said, wrapping my hand around him. “Missed this. Missed you.”
“Adan, please?—”
I didn’t make him wait. I’d gotten good at this in my imagination, practicing in my mind during all those lonely nights. Now I got to test my fantasies against reality. I took him in slowly, savoring the weight on my tongue, the stretch of my lips around him.
Yes, it was a little weird, not gonna lie. This would take some getting used to. But not bad weird. Just different.
I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting the salty-sweetness of his pre-cum. Okay, that wasn’t a bad taste. He let out a guttural moan, his fingers digging into my shoulders. Emboldened, I took him deeper. His cock was silky smooth against my tongue, the taste of him musky and masculine. I took him in a little deeper before pulling off to lap at his length again. Deep-throating was still a few bridges too far, but I did what I could.
“Fuck, Adan, your mouth,” he panted, echoing my earlier words. Pride swelled in my chest. I was the one making him feel this good, reducing him to incoherence.
I started a steady rhythm, bobbing my head up and down his shaft. It was sloppy and I gagged a few times, but his moans told me I was doing something right. I was stroking what I couldn’t fit, twisting my wrist on the upstroke just how I liked it myself. His cock was hot against my tongue, the taste of him flooding my senses. I’d never felt so connected to another person, so consumed by the need to bring them pleasure.
