“Em-Emory…you don’t have-have to—ahhhhh!” Cameron barely contained his cry as Emory rolled them between his fingers.
He loved the feeling of holding such a delicate part of his lover in his hands. The velvety, wrinkled skin slid across his fingertips as he teased the orbs inside. Cameron moaned, and precum spurted into the back of Emory’s throat.
Cameron sat bolt upright and pushed roughly at Emory’s shoulder. Emory’s lion yowled in alarm, and Emory dropped his hand and pulled his mouth off of his panting, shaking lover.
“Sorry! Sorry, I…I didn’t mean to do that,” Cameron said as he began anxiously wringing his hands in front of his chest.
Emory tilted his head, just like his lion was. Cameron stopped fidgeting, and a ghost of a smile graced his lips.
“You…didn’t mean to push on my shoulder?”
Cameron grimaced and shook his head. “I didn’t mean to, uhm…get anything in your mouth like that.”
Cameron lifted a trembling finger to Emory’s lips and brushed a little bit of wetness from the side of Emory’s mouth.
Emory tilted his head to the other side, as his flabbergasted lion did the same. “It's…sort of par for the course with blow jobs, honey. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Cameron bit his lip. “I…haven’t really gotten a lot of those. I’ve given a lot! But…Thomas didn’t really…do that. He thought it was gross because of all the fluids and stuff, and you and I didn’t talk about that before, so I wasn’t sure if you…also didn’t like that?”
Emory did his best to remain calm, but every instinct was once again screaming at him to go hunt Cameron’s stupid ex down. “Cameron, I know not all alphas like to give as much as they receive, but I am not one of them. I love giving and receiving blow jobs, I love giving rim jobs, eating out, and otherwise playing with my partner with my mouth, my hands, and my dick. I will tell you if something you do goes too far or is not okay with me, but I promise nothing we have done has come anywhere near close.”
Cameron bit his lip. “You seemed to want me to, uh, move against your mouth before. Is that…okay?”
Emory tried to slow his racing thoughts enough to note the specific language Cameron was using. He wished he had the wherewithal to write all of this down on that list Christopher had started, but he would just have to hope that between him and his lion, they would remember.
“I want you to enjoy yourself, honey. If that means grabbing me, pushing on me, ‘moving against my mouth,’ or anything else like that, I want you to do it. I’m quite a bit stronger than you, so if you try to push me or move your hips too hard, I’ll stop you before you make me uncomfortable.”
Cameron’s hands were now clenching and unclenching into fists. “Okay. I… It felt good to…move in your mouth. And…I can touch you? However I want?”
Emory straightened up until they were eye level, and he wrapped his arms around Cameron’s back, pulling him right to the edge of the counter so he could hug him to his chest. “Yes. Please, Cameron. Touch me.”
Cameron wrapped his arms and legs around Emory's back and tangled his fingers in his hair so he could crash their mouths together. To Emory’s delight, he shoved his tongue in Emory’s mouth, lapping up the final traces of his flavor.
Emory growled into the kiss, tangling his fingers in Cameron’s curly locks. He allowed Cameron to control the kiss for a minute before he tilted Cameron’s head back and began exploring the heat of his mouth, dueling with his tongue until Cameron began whimpering desperately. He rubbed his hips against Emory’s chest and then pulled back from the kiss.
Cameron’s ocean blue eyes gleamed with mischief as he gripped Emory’s shoulders. With a fair amount of force, he pushed down.
“Good. Show me what you want, Cameron,” Emory said, bending over until he was at eye level with Cameron’s crotch again.
There was something cathartic in watching his timid lover finally take control of his pleasure. He slid his fingers up through Emory’s hair until he could grip it in one hand. “I…I really liked it when you took it all the way in your mouth.”
Emory grinned a toothy grin, allowing Cameron to guide his head. In the past, he didn’t like being manhandled by his hair. He’d had a few feisty lovers try to grip his hair during sex, and he usually guided them away. This felt different, though. Cameron was so gentle, making sure not to pull even a single hair on Emory’s head. He was showing Emory what he wanted and begging him to take it.
“Okay, honey. I’ve got you,” Emory said, a refrain his lion kept chanting in his head and that Emory couldn’t help but repeat out loud.
Cameron dropped both hands behind himself and tipped his head back as Emory captured him between his lips and swallowed him down.
“Oh, gods, Emory,” Cameron moaned, and Emory growled, causing another small spurt of precum to dribble into his mouth.
He bobbed his head, rubbing his tongue along the dripping tip and underside several times, making Cameron whine much louder than before.
Emory cupped his round parts and rolled them back and forth, teasing the soft skin behind them with his fingertips.
“Yes! Oh, yes, yes,” Cameron cried, moving his hips in time with his cries. Emory stroked his hip with one hand as he pressed his fingers into Cameron's taint.
“Please! Emory, you feel so-so good. I can’t… I want… Please!” Cameron begged, reaching for Emory’s hand, but pulling back at the last second.
Emory’s lion huffed, and Emory was spared from holding back a sigh by still having Cameron in his mouth. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to drastically change how Cameron felt with just one blow job, but his rut had several more rounds to go. Maybe he’d be able to make a lasting difference by the end of the night.
