“You disappoint me in many ways, Tay. But sex is not one of them.”
Taylor half snorted, half sighed out a laugh. “That was the most back-handed compliment you’ve ever given me.”
Johnny hummed and kissed his balls. “What? Just trying to help you relax. I was only going to say that you’re really shit at remembering to put the recycling out.”
Taylor’s head dipped, his top lip peeling back as Johnny slowly withdrew his thumb and pressed the tip of his middle finger inside. God, he was tight, and the way his thick thighs twitched when Johnny pressed it in all the way made him want to leave his handprint across his arse.
“It’s… unnecessary… separating… plastic… cardboard,” Taylor panted, tipping his head up as Johnny slid his ring finger in alongside it.
“Gotta look after the planet,” Johnny muttered.
“Y-yeah,” Taylor moaned as Johnny crooked his fingers andrubbed. “T-turtles. Straws… in their… noses. Oh fuck.”
“Mhm, turtles,” Johnny confirmed, biting his lip as he pressed the heel of his palm into Taylor’s perineum. “And what about all those orangutans, huh?”
“Ngh—” Taylor’s breath was hot against Johnny’s knee, his stomach clenching the more Johnny rubbed. Finding his prostate in sixty-nine was pretty fucking easy, and he had Taylor’s cock twitching and dripping in no time.
“P-palm oil.”
“Mhm, exactly,” Johnny replied, forgetting just what the fuck they had been talking about.
Taylor cried out as Johnny slipped down between his legs and started licking the tip of his cock. He was rewarded with a steady stream of come dribbling into his mouth, making him feel like a guinea pig sucking on its water dispenser.
“Ah—ngh,” Taylor moaned, canting his hips so his cock ran all along Johnny’s throat. “Feels like… like I need to piss. But in a… in a really good way.”
Johnny smiled, nuzzling up onto Taylor’s knot. “That’s your prostate. Nice, right? But please don’t piss on my face. I know I’m a great best friend, but I’m notthatgreat.”
The flush across Taylor’s chest darkened every single one of his freckles, and he arched his back as though chasing the feeling of Johnny’s fingers inside him. Johnny’s own hips surged upwards, his cock growing needy.
Taylor got the message when his dick slapped him across the face for a third time, and he wrenched Johnny’s knees apart, sucking him right down to the knot.
Opening his jaws even wider, Johnny let Taylor fuck his mouth with wet slaps, bruising his throat and awakening something feral in his wolf.
It was rough and messy andloud,and the point where the two single beds met was beginning to split through the sheer force of their rutting hips. Johnny was sinking further between the two mattresses, his feet getting tangled in the old-fashioned valance sheets. He pawed at the edge of the bed with his injured hand, but the fingers were still stiff and weak.
He tried to shout “Taylor! The bed! We’re falling!” but Taylor’s cock was stuffed so far down his throat that all that came out was “Ka—we—f—l—ngh!”
Taylor growled, sucking Johnny harder, clearly mistaking his cries for help as moans of passion. Which they were, because somewhere between the threat of impending injury and Taylor’s tongue, Johnny’s orgasm hit like a freight train and all he could do was scrunch his eyes shut, try to pull out and hope for the fucking best.
Taylor moaned, deep in his throat, sending tremors of pleasure coursing through Johnny’s legs. He spilled the first few spurts into Taylor’s throat,hell, he was so deep it probably bypassed his throat and went straight into his belly. The rest went on his face and the thought did somethingwildto Johnny’s instincts. Without even thinking he let go of the bed and wrapped an arm around Taylor’s body, holding him down to stop him getting away.
Taylor’s hips bucked hard, his insides clenching around Johnny’s fingers over and over again until his balls drew tight and he spilled onto Johnny’s tongue.
There was a whoosh of air, theshuckof wood on carpet, and suddenly Johnny’s back hit the floor. Taylor’s knees cracked hard on either side of his head, taking some of the other alpha’sweight, but it didn’t stop his cock from impaling Johnny’s throat like a tracheal intubation device.
“Fuck!” Taylor cried, ripping his cock out of Johnny’s mouth and shoving one of the beds away. “Oh my God!” he said, scrabbling to his knees and frantically touching Johnny’s face. “Are you alive? Dear God, please tell me I haven’t killed you.”
Johnny spluttered. “Not… not dead. Just severely winded.”
He patted Johnny’s chest, running his hands over his ribs and neck. “Are you sure?” he said, drawing level with Johnny’s face, eyes full of concern. “Fuck, JP. I could have broken your fucking jaw.”
Johnny coughed out a laugh, bringing his hand up to touch his mouth. It didn’t feel broken but his throat hurt like hell. “You’ve… uh… you’ve got something on your—” He laughed some more when he realised Taylor’s face was covered in come, some of it sticking to the lashes of his left eye.
“No, shit,” Taylor growled, swiping it away and blinking rapidly. “I think you’ve blinded me. It’s all blurry.”
Johnny rolled his eyes. “You blind. Anyway,you’rethe one that nearly knocked my fucking teeth out.” He brought his hand up to his mouth again for dramatic effect. “I can actually taste blood, though.”
Taylor gasped and leant forwards, pulling Johnny’s mouth open to inspect his teeth. “Oh God, have I fucked up your—ouch!”
