There was always later. One of the things Riley was still getting used to was that there’dalwaysbe later. That he and Brent were staying together this time, building a home.
They even had a dog together. That was probably the part that made it easiest to believe.
Brent’s fingers brushed through Riley’s hair, not pulling or tugging, just touching. It was the fond, gentle touch of a lover, and Riley was never going to get enough of it.
Riley closed his eyes, sealing his lips around Brent’s cock to put a little pressure on it, wrapping his fingers around the shaft. If he took Brent all the way into his throat, it’d ruin his voice for a few hours, and then everyone would know what they’d been doing.
Not thatRileyminded people knowing that he got to have very regular sex with his hot boyfriend, but Brent was a little on the shy side.
Brent’s fingers tightened in Riley’s hair as he sucked just a tiny bit harder on his cock, stroking the shaft in time with the movements of his mouth. The unmistakable taste of precome hit Riley’s tongue, making him smile even as he took another half inch of Brent’s cock into his mouth.
A tiny, soft whimper broke free of Brent’s lips, one hand moving to Riley’s shoulder, squeezing through his suit jacket.
One day, he’d be doing this after their own wedding. Riley knew that. No matter how long it took Brent to be ready, Riley was going to marry him one day.
“Riley,” Brent hissed, shifting his legs further apart.
Riley glanced up at him, seeing his cheeks flushed and his eyes closed, smiling to himself again. He sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks for maximum pressure, and held Brent’s cock like that, focusing on jerking him off.
Brent never took long like this. He could hold out when it came to a lot of things, but having his cock sucked made him come like he was a nineteen-year-old excited about his first real blowjob.
Riley loved that. It made him feel a lot better at this than he really was.
Not wanting to hold back, Riley moved his hand out of the way and took Brent deeper into his throat, moaning happily at the way Brent stretched him to the limit. He could tell people he had a cold later, or something, but he wanted Brent to enjoy this.
Brent had spent the last two months making Riley impossibly happy, and Riley wanted to return the favor in whatever way he could.
He closed his eyes again as he felt the head of Brent’s cock nudge the back of his throat, another moan welling up deep in his chest. He loved this. He loved the way Brent felt in his mouth, the weight of him, the way he tasted.
Everything about him was so perfect.
Brent’s hand on his shoulder tightened again, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, sounding almost painful.
Riley could tell he was close, he just needed to be tipped over the edge.
Smiling to himself, Riley reached forward, cupping Brent’s balls in his palm and rolling them back and forth. Brent was so sensitive everywhere that the barest touch could set him off when he was close, especially here.
Riley was still exploring everything about Brent’s body. All the sensitive spots, all the things that made him moan, whimper and beg.
His balls were one of those things, and Riley loved playing with them. He loved the sounds Brent made when he was touched anywhere between his knees and his belly button, but especially here.
Above him, Riley could hear Brent whimpering non-stop now, the sound punctuated by gasping breaths. His hips jerked forward just a little, and that was the only warning Riley got before Brent was coming down his throat, a low, relieved moan breaking free of his lips.
Probably just about loud enough for anyone downstairs to hear, but Riley wasn’t going to tell Brent that if he didn’t realize.
Riley sucked Brent’s cock clean, swallowing around him while he rode out the aftershocks, letting him go reluctantly as pleasure turned to overstimulation.
He stood to kiss Brent, hot and open-mouthed, pushing the taste of him onto his own tongue. Brent was still panting for breath, having to break the kiss off to take in a gulp of air here and there, completely spent.
He was amazing like this. Riley loved him all the time, but post-orgasm was one of his favorite moments with Brent.
His own cock was still hard in his pants, but they could afford to wait a few minutes while that went away. Brent would need at least that long to recover.
Besides, this way it’d be that much better when they got home for round two. Anticipation made everything better.
“Do you want…?” Brent asked, his chest still heaving as he recovered.
“No.” Riley pecked him on the lips. “That was for you. I can wait until we’re home.”
“My opinion of weddings is improving,” Brent said, lifting an arm and wrapping it around Riley’s shoulders to hold him close.
Riley grinned. That had been the plan.
