Othello separated Des's butt cheeks, groaning at the sight of his quivering hole. Leaning forward, he dragged his tongue along Des's hole up to his balls then back down again.
"Oh, fuck," Des screamed. His body was shaking. "Do it again."
Othello complied, this time swirling the head of his tongue around the head of Des's cock before sucking the shaft down to the hilt, touching the back of his throat. Des tried to move his hips, but it was impossible with Othello's tight hold.
"Othello," Des yelled. "Oh damn, so good."
Othello moved back up, spearing his tongue and dipping the tip of his tongue into the piss hole before he sucked him back down. Othello fondled and lightly pulled on Des's balls, bobbing his head up and down on the delicious cock in his mouth, fevered, moans coming from Des's lips as his body trembled, letting Othello know he was close to cumming.
Oh, sweet baby, this is only the beginning.
"Othello, oh fuck," Des chanted continuously, trying hard to thrust into Othello's mouth.
Des released his legs, and they fell on either side of Othello's head. He grabbed the back of Othello's neck, digging his nails into his skin, calling out his name, which sounded like music to his ear, but he wanted more. He was a greedy bastard, even with sex. Othello loosened his grip on Des, who thrust up, meeting his every move. Pulling off Des's cock, he glided his tongue back down his shaft, sucking on his balls, making them nice and wet before grazing his teeth on the iris.
He knew what the mark did to carriers. It gave them a euphoric high during sex. Othello was thankful he’d kept the soundproofing from the original building, with the way Des was calling out his name as ropes of cum shot out on his stomach and chest. Othello didn't let up. He sucked on the iris mark, leaving his own mark before moving back to his testicles, running his tongue along his perineum and then back up, licking the cum off his cock, stomach, and chest, swirling his tongue around the nearest nipple. Des's taste and scent surrounded him, and it turned him on more than he thought possible.
"Othello, please," Des whimpered. "Fuck me."
Othello raised his head and gazed at Des, whose eyes were lust-blown. Othello didn't respond; he simply moved up and claimed Des's mouth. He devoured his mouth, grounding his cock on the silk sheets, seeking friction. It had been a while since he fucked anyone, and even though he could wait a little longer, he couldn't deny how good Des felt writhing beneath him.
He sat back and reached for the bottle of lube and condoms on the nightstand. He threw the box of condoms to the side, broke the seal on the lubrication, and squirted some on his fingers.
"Put your legs on my shoulders."
Des did as he asked, and Othello hummed, placing soft kisses on his shins and moving his lips down to his thighs. He continued all the way down until he pulled Des into a sweet kiss as he pushed a finger into Des's hole, eliciting a throaty groan vibrating on his lips. Slowly, he moved his finger in and out of Des's hole, lightly brushing over Des's prostate, making him whimper, writhing and grinding his waist.
Othello pulled away from their kiss, and Des cried out his name, with tears streaming down the sides of his face, and Othello’s cock twitched at the beautiful sight before him. When Des's muscles relaxed, he added another finger, stretching Des's hole. He leaned down and sucked Des's renewed erection into his mouth, grasping his own and jerking it in the same rhythm as his mouth and fingers.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Des chanted. "So good, so hot."
Othello added two more fingers and sucked harder, relaxing his jaw and taking Des's cock down to the base, the head touching the back of his throat and his pelvic hair brushing his nose. The scent of sex smelled so good on Des that Othello couldn't help stroking his cock faster. Des gripped the nape of his neck, thrusting into his mouth, fucking him with abandon.
He stroked his cock faster along with the fingers in Des's hole. The rigid veins on his tongue pulsated, and he could tell Des was on the cusp of cumming, and he wouldn't be far behind. He needed to cum to take the edge off, so they could do other things for the rest of the night. He rubbed on Des's prostate, pushing his fingers deeper, and was rewarded with thick white ropes of hot cum filling his mouth, sliding down his throat, andDes chanting his name like a prayer to his god. Othello growled around the cock still in his mouth, cumming in his hand.
Drinking Des's cum down, he moaned in sweet delight. Slowly Othello let Des's cock slip from his mouth and pressed his forehead on his thigh. He gently removed his fingers from Des's ass. Moving up his body, he captured his lips in a toe-curling kiss. Othello wanted more, but he could tell the doctor was tired. Des didn't need to say it. Othello simply knew.
You need to work on your stamina, Doc.
"Be right back," he told Des, rolling off him and heading to the bathroom. He licked his lips, tasting the remnants of Des's cum.Fuck, he is so delicious, and I want more.
Othello washed his hands, grabbed a wet washcloth from the warmer, and returned to the bedroom. He smiled, seeing Des sprawled out on the bed, completely knocked out. Shaking his head, he cleaned up the sleeping form, stopping to inspect the carrier mark. He wasn't going to dwell on the mark but enjoy the moment. They had a ten-year age difference between them, and as much as he hated having flings and his words earlier tonight, he wouldn't force Des to stay by his side forever.
So the best thing was not to bring up the children talk. Besides, Des might change his mind in the morning. Throwing the washcloth to the floor, he crawled into bed, pulling Des close to him.
He really fits perfectly in my arms. And he's seriously my type.
"Don't disappoint me, Doc. Let's ride this relationship shit until the wheels fall off. I don't care if you're rich or poor; just don't cheat on me." He kissed Des's forehead, then settled down andwent to sleep with the gorgeous man nestled against him—something he hadn't done in a long time.
Des groaned,annoyed by the ringing and hoping that it would shut the fuck up.
"Yeah," came a deep, sleep-filled voice, causing Des to open his eyes and connect with unfamiliar surroundings. Turning his head, he smiled, seeing Othello, and moved close, laying his head on his chest and listening as he spoke on the phone. The night's events came back to him. They didn't have sex, but oh gods, he couldn't believe how he acted. He buried his reddened face in Othello's chest, feeling his arms tighten around him.
"I'm taking a couple of days off, so set the meeting up for when I get back," Othello instructed.
The conversation ended, and Des looked up to see Othello gazing at him. Des leaned up and connected their lips for a quick kiss, then hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to clean up. Unlike the last time when he’d covered up his body, he didn't care this time. What was the purpose after all they did last night? When he returned to the bedroom, Othello was tying the sash on his robe.
"So am I to assume you taking time off has something to do with me?"
