Oz swallowed. “Go for it,” he said, his voice suddenly rough.
Seth didn’t need to be told twice. He tugged Oz’s belt buckle open, flicked the button at the top of his fly, and then shoved his pants down and out of the way.
Oz’s head made a thud as it hit the wall behind him. Seth smirked to himself, knowing that there was better to come.
He traced the line of Oz’s cock through his underwear, running the tip of his finger along the length. Oz gasped above him, pressing his hips against the wall to give Seth free reign.
Eager, Seth hooked his fingers into the waistband of Oz’s boxer-briefs and slid them down, licking his lips as Oz’s cock sprang free, straining up toward his belly.
“I never got a close look at you before,” Seth said, curling his hand around Oz’s cock and giving a few quick tugs, just enough to leave him leaking precome. “This is a beautiful cock.”
Oz whimpered, spreading his legs a little wider, a silent plea for more contact, more friction, more anything. Seth stroked him lazily, smirking to himself. Aside from being hot, Oz was rewarding to fuck. Seth never had to wonder whether or not he was enjoying himself.
Seth wet his lips, eager for his first taste of Oz. He held onto the base of Oz’s cock tightly and leaned in, closing his eyes as he pressed the very tip of his tongue against the slit.
The unmistakable salty tang of precome made him shiver. It felt so good to taste the evidence that Oz was getting off on this.
Seth would never admit how much he liked to please his partners, normally, but he got the impression Oz would appreciate it.
“Having fun?” he asked, looking up to see Oz biting his lip, eyes closed.
A tight bubble of arousal swelled in Seth’s gut. It was so hot that he could do this to Oz, turn him on this much.
“Please keep going,” Oz responded, screwing his eyes shut.
If the anticipation was this good for him, Seth was about to blow his mind.
“I could make you wait,” Seth said, leaning in so that his breath ghosted over the sensitive head of Oz’s cock, smiling to himself when Oz whimpered in response.
“I was good,” Oz complained, obviously not into the idea of waiting any longer.
“You were good,” Seth agreed. “Your little rebellious streak is very sexy,” he added, keeping his mouth close to Oz’s cock, letting every breath brush over it.
A little light torture would make the orgasm better. The more Oz wanted it, the more he’d enjoy it.
Seth wanted Oz to think fondly of him when they parted ways.
Oz squirmed, but kept his hips pressed against the wall. He definitely wanted this, and he was showing incredible patience to ensure he got it.
It didn’t seem right to deny him any longer.
Seth opened his mouth to press the flat of his tongue against the head of Oz’s cock, savoring the taste of precome. He squeezed the base, tugging just a little as he wrapped his lips around Oz, sealing them closed and sucking lightly.
Closing his eyes, Seth moved his free hand to the front of his pants, pressing the heel of it against his own erection for much-needed friction. He moaned at his own touch, his eyes rolling back in his head as the shock of pleasure hit him, his oversensitive cock twitching against his fly.
Greedy now, he slid his lips down the shaft of Oz’s cock, opening his own pants one-handed at the same time. Seth grunted and whimpered as he struggled with his belt and fly, sucking harder on Oz in his frustration.
Stars exploded behind his eyelids when the head of Oz’s cock nudged the back of his throat. Oz gasped above him, his grip on Seth’s shoulder tightening.
Seth really hoped he was going to leave another bruise there. The first set had faded, and he’d missed being able to press into them and remember the way Oz’s cock had filled him up, the scent of his skin, the burning heat of him as he held Seth up against the wall as though he weighed nothing.
He moaned again at the thought, Oz deep in his mouth, his cock vibrating with the sound. A spurt of precome hit the back of Seth’s throat, forcing him to swallow around Oz, ramping the tension up a notch.
Finally, he managed to get his hand into his pants to free his own cock, wrapping his fingers around it eagerly and forgoing technique in favor of jerking himself off hard and fast, the sensitive skin catching and rubbing. It might have been uncomfortable if he hadn’t been so turned on, but his need was too urgent by now to care about that.
“Seth,” Oz gritted out above him, more a moan than a word. “Oh, Seth.”
Seth hummed in response, pressing his tongue against the head of Oz’s cock again, working it back and forth with all his strength. He loved the way Oz felt in his mouth, the way he tasted, the way he smelled. All of it ramped up his arousal, every new sensation as intense as the last, every one of them going straight to his cock.
