Tor shook his head. “Of course not. Just happy to be with you.”
Pel’s hand stilled for a second on Tor’s cock, and then it moved fractionally once again as Pel leaned down and kissed the head.
Tor sucked in another breath.
Pel grinned. “You’re very charming.”
“So are you,” Tor assured him.
“Said no one but you ever,” Pel said with a roll of his eyes.
“I’m greedy,” Tor told him, “and happy to keep all your charm to myself.”
Pel leaned all the way up so that he could press a kiss to Tor’s lips. Tor kissed him back eagerly.
“So charming,” Pel said, before he moved back down and sucked the head of Tor’s cock into his mouth.
Tor let out a punched-out noise of pleasure and concentrated on stilling his hips. Pel began to suck experimentally, making Tor groan. He didn’t seem to know what to do with his tongue at first, and then he let it slide over the underside of Tor’s cock.
When he began to experiment with the strength of his suction, Tor assured him with a voice that didn’t sound normal that he was doing extremely well.
Pel popped off to grin at him and suck in a few deep breaths. “I can see what you mean about breathing. I know I can breathe through my nose, and I often do, but with my mouth full, I keep finding myself thinking I can’t breathe.” He narrowed his eyes as he took in Tor’s cock, his fist still wrapped around it, the head glistening with spit. “I’m going to figure this out.”
He was diving back in before Tor could say, “I’m sure you are.”
It didn’t take him long to work out a rhythm, his hand stroking as he sucked. As he grew more confident, he worked on taking more of Tor’s cock—and Tor worked on trying not to thrust down his throat.
Mindful of the fact that Pel wanted to know if Tor didn’t like something, he tried to be vocal about all the things hedidlike, which was, honestly, everything. He liked the heat and the suction and the fact that it wasPeldoing this.
Every once in a while, Pel pulled off for a moment, sucked in a breath, and rested.
“This is way more of a workout for my jaw than I thought it would be,” he confessed a little bit shamefacedly.
Tor raised a haughty eyebrow. “You mean you don’t spend a lot of time sucking things?”
This made Pel laugh. “No, I guess I don’t. I have the feelingthat’s about to change.”
Pel went back to it, leaving Tor laughing and groaning with pleasure. There was no doubt that Pel was a fast learner, and Tor could feel the heat building in him, had to clutch at the bedclothes and fight to still the abortive movements of his hips.
“I’m going to come,” he finally gasped. “Only swallow if you want.”
Pel popped off of his cock and tightened his grip slightly, shuttling over Tor’s whole cock. Tor groaned, his come spurting over Pel’s hand and splattering Tor’s chest.
Pel leaned down and lapped at Tor’s softening cock. Tor groaned, his cock twitching as though it hadn’t just come.
Pel released him and brought his hand to his mouth, lapping at the come there. He made a face.
“It really is a bit weird-tasting, isn’t it?”
Tor laughed, wrung-out and happy. “Told you.”
“But I’ll try swallowing.” He looked altogether determined.
“I don’t doubt you can do anything you put your mind to,” Tor agreed. “Did you want to come up here and cuddle? I’m feeling very pleasantly fucked out.”
Pel considered him for a moment, and then he said, “Aren’t we supposed to clean up first? No sticky cooling come?”
Tor made a face. “Oh, yes.”
