Opening his legs, Johnny let Taylor sink between his thighs and curl towards the bottom of the bed. He could barely breathe as Taylor started kissing the tops of his thighs, dragging his fangs over his skin and pushing his legs up so they hooked over his biceps.
“Is this okay?” Taylor whispered, making Johnny squirm as he pressed a feather-light kiss to the tip of his cock.
“Y-yeah,” Johnny panted, running his fingers through Taylor’s hair and cursing the guy with the baseball bat for taking his strength away.
His knot pulsed every time Taylor dipped his head and kissed it, the sensation radiating across his hips and through his balls. Johnny had fucked plenty of people, been fucked by a couple too, but his knot had never reacted so keenly as when Taylor wrapped his mouth around it andsucked.
Johnny threw his head back, covering his mouth with his bandaged arm as Taylor licked him from knot to tip. His huge hands splayed under both of his arse cheeks, thumbs kneading the muscle and spreading him open. Johnny didn’t know if Taylor was actually going to go there or if he was just holding him still. Either way, his hand tightened in Taylor’s hair as he struggled not to fuck up into his mouth.
He was hallucinating, Johnny’s brain absolutelyhadto be making this shit up because he’d fantasised about this moment at least five thousand times only to be left with crippling post-nut regret and a messy hand.
He smiled into the darkness, his gaze drifting up to the ceiling as he silently thanked God, reasoning that the big man was omnipresent and had probably witnessed millions of blowjobs anyway.
“Tay,” he moaned against the rough fabric of the bandage. “Ah fuck, Tay.”
Theo hadn’t been lying when he said Taylor knew how to suck dick, becauseholy hell, the way his tongue wrapped around Johnny’s balls was sinful.
“You’ve gotta be quiet, JP,” Taylor said, popping off his cock. “William might wake up.”
Johnny pressed his lips together and fisted Taylor’s hair. “So stop teasing.”
Taylor growled against his length, the sensation sending a bolt of white-hot pleasure straight to Johnny’s balls. He mouthed his knot, tongue spreading over it as he pumped the entirety of Johnny’s length with his hand. Johnny was panting. Quietly. Shamelessly. Understanding now why his parents had their room on the ground floor, away from everyone else.
Ew, fuck.
He squeezed his eyes shut, hips bucking up as Taylor sucked him down over and over.
He cried out, gripping Taylor’s hair and holding his head down as he spilled deep into his throat. Johnny wanted him to take it all, every last drop.
Taylor was staring up at him, eyes dark and filled with feral hunger.Fuck,Johnny had wanted Taylor to look at him like that for so long, and now he was he felt like he he’d been set aflame.
Taylor suckedhard,cheeks hollowing and throat working as he milked every last drop from Johnny’s knot. He coughed a little as he wiped his mouth over Johnny’s stomach, hovering over his belly button and pressing his nose to his skin.
Johnny let out a delirious laugh. “D-don’t think you’ll be sowing your oats any time soon, Tay.”
Taylor’s lips pulled into a mischievous grin. “Not with that attitude,” he said, before opening his mouth and licking a wet stripe between Johnny’s ribs.
He shoved Johnny’s T-shirt all the way up to his collarbones, opening his mouth and biting hard on his left nipple.
“Ouch!” Johnny cried, slapping his back before smothering the shout against Taylor’s shoulder. “We agreed not to bite.”
Taylor chuckled. “Sorry, couldn’t resist. I always thought you had pretty nips.”
He braced his hands either side of Johnny’s head, holding his weight as though he might break him.
“Come here,” Johnny whispered, circling an arm around Taylor’s neck. He ran the flat of his hand up Taylor’s thigh until he palmed his cock through his shorts. He squeezed. “You hard for me, big boy?”
Taylor let out a ragged breath, his hips canting forwards and his shoulders dropping.
“JP, you don’t have to—oh fuck.”
He shuddered against Johnny’s neck, the tips of his fangs grazing his skin. Johnny managed to slip a hand inside his shorts just in time to feel Taylor’s thick cock buck. He came hot and hard into Johnny’s palm, the force making it dribble between his fingers. Taylor rocked into it, hand digging into the pillow as he chased the contact. Then he finally slumped.
They lay in silence for several minutes, Taylor’s body heavy over him.
Little by little the room pulled back into focus, the fuzzy edges falling away and leaving something dreamlike in their wake. As they lay there, Johnny could feel all of Taylor’s insecurities pouring over the bond. His fears, his doubts. The longing. Fuck, the longing was intense, and it settled so deep in Johnny’s chest it made his hands start to shake.
It felt like a mating bond, except it was just… them. How it had always been, except now Taylor was finally letting Johnny feel the extent of his emotions without the crazy edge of anger muddying everything.
