Gabriel sat up enough to pull his jacket and shirt off over his head. Through hazy eyes, Blake took in his body. He’d eyed it enough times to know it by heart, but there was something about the slope of his shoulders, the flex of his biceps as he wrapped them around Blake and held him close—it sent a shiver down his spine.
Blake’s cock bounced free when Gabriel pulled his pants and boxers off. He hissed at the cold, hands flexing. There was something so…exhilarating about being naked out in the open. There was no one but the trees watching them, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d even jerked off outdoors, let alone this.
If Gabriel felt any of that, he didn’t show it. He tugged Blake lower, throwing his legs over those broad shoulders so he could settle down. His arms flexed as he wrapped them around Blake’s thighs, spreading them wide. Gabriel’s hot breath ghosted alongBlake’s taint, and his toes curled, back arching as pre-cum dribbled onto his belly.
Expectation curled in his gut, but Gabriel didn’t take Blake’s erection into his mouth; he ducked lower, licking a long stripe along Blake’s ass.
“Wait,” Blake gasped, trying to push himself up. “You can’t?—”
“Oh, I can.” Gabriel’s smile was sly before he bit into the soft flesh of Blake’s inner thigh. “Just lay back and take it, pretty boy.”
It was like nothing Blake had ever felt. His tongue was so warm, so soft, but the ridges of his taste buds caught on every nerve ending on his sensitive rim. As much as he wanted to watch Gabriel, he couldn’t hold himself up. He dropped to the porch, fingers digging into the quilt, desperate for something he could hold onto.
Gabriel prized open Blake’s shivering thighs, his back flexing as he pressed the flat of his tongue against Blake’s ass. He moaned, eyes closing. Pleasure spiked; Blake felt like he was melting, his entire body a live wire ready to detonate at the slightest touch.
Blake’s cock drooled as Gabriel nibbled, pulling his cheeks apart so he could wiggle the point of his tongue into that tight furl. It was different than a finger. Wet. Hot. Flexible. Blake keened as he pressed in, wriggling his tongue to soften him.
His brain was quiet, his body out of his control. The pleasure was so good he didn’t know if he wanted to press his ass further into Gabriel’s mouth or pull away. The quilt rucked up around his upper body, his hips held still under Gabriel’s iron grip.
Gabriel licked into his ass and added a finger. Then two. Scissoring them, stretching his ass so he could lick deeper. Nibbling at his furl until Blake shouted, then soothed it with his hot breath and kisses. His scruff was a new sensation. It rakedacross the crease of his thighs and tickled his ass. It dragged against sensitive skin, and Blake’s chest heaved.
Four fingers in, and Gabriel curled his fingers. Blake came. The orgasm hit him like a deer in the headlights—he’d seen it coming but was unable to move until he was having an out-of-body experience. His back bowed, heels digging into Gabriel, as pleasure was ripped out of his spine through his dick.
When he came back, Gabriel had his hand in his backpack, a bottle of lube appearing.Always prepared.
His face was soaked in spit, skin glistening, lips swollen and red. His smirk was devilish as he finger fucked lube into Blake’s oversensitive hole before drizzling it onto his dick. It was a good dick, long and thick, with a curly bush of dark hair at its base. Blake particularly loved the thick vein on the underside, the one that made Gabriel bite his lip when he kissed it.
“You look good fucked out, covered in your own cum,” Gabriel said to him, voice low as he crawled up his body and hiked Blake’s legs onto his hips where he wanted them.
“You’d look even better covered in mine.”
The blunt head of his dick pressed into his loosened hole with a twinge. Blake whined, thrashing a little as the sting of oversensitivity threatened to overwhelm him. Gabriel pressed him down, wrapping an arm around his neck to hold him close. He kissed Blake, hard.
“Fuck, baby, I nearly lost it,” Gabriel said as he slowly sank into Blake. His cock was always long and hard, but Blake felt like it was coming out of his throat. “Watching you squirm like that? God, I could do that all day. Wouldn’t even need to put my dick in you.”
Gabriel bottomed out, and Blake could feel his full balls resting against his ass, his hairy thighs tickling him. He wrapped his loose arms around Gabriel’s neck, pressing his nose into his neck. He smelled like sex and sweat.
“With a tongue like that, who needs your dick?” Blake’s voice was raspy.
Gabriel’s arm tightened around him. “Oh, Blake. I’m going to make you scream for my dick.”
With a snap of his hips, Gabriel pulled out and then slammed back in. Hard enough that Blake shouted, nails scrabbling for purchase on Gabriel’s slick back. He did it repeatedly, setting a punishing pace that dragged along his fucked-out walls and bruised that button that made pleasure whizz down to Blake’s toes.
Blake could barely breathe; his lungs couldn’t expand where there was so much thick flesh and pleasure coursing through him. His aborted breaths and moans punctuated the slap of skin on skin. Gabriel clutched him so close he couldn’t move, couldn’t roll his hips into the pleasure, could only accept the pistoning of his cock.
And it was fucking glorious.
Blake was nothing but desire. Arousal sparked, and his dick began to stiffen up, legs tightening around Gabriel. The press of Gabriel’s stomach against his sensitive shaft was enough stimulation for him to feel another orgasm coming.
“I’m going to cum,” he panted.
“Who’s going to make you cum?” Gabriel growled, his teeth dragging along the shell of Blake’s ear.
“Y—You.”
Gabriel bit his ear. “Who?”
Blake thrashed, his hips bucking. “Gabriel! Gabriel!”
