“Definitely. You should be proud of it.” Charlie looked up, holding Scott’s gaze as he leaned closer.
He opened his mouth, closing his eyes as he got close to Scott’s cock, licking the head with the flat of his tongue. The tang of precome hit Charlie’s tongue first, followed by the earthy, salty taste of warm, clean skin. Charlie moaned, letting his tongue slide slowly over the head, savoring the taste and warmth and the feel of Scott’s pulse as he did, swirling the tip of his tongue around the head as he finished.
Above him, Scott made a broken sound, his head thudding against the shelves again.
Wanting to keep up the momentum, Charlie sealed his lips around the head of Scott’s cock. He let a bead of precome roll down his tongue to the back of his throat, swallowing it down and pressing his tongue hard against the slit. He knew all the sensitive spots he could take advantage of, so Scott was in for the ride of his life.
Scott’s cock felt so good inside his mouth, the heat and weight of it intensely satisfying. The way it stretched Charlie’s lips as he took more of it in, the way the head nudged his palette, making his mouth feel over-full. Everything about Scott was perfect.
Scott rocked his hips forward, just a tiny bit, his cock shifting in Charlie’s mouth. The low burn of arousal in Charlie’s gut flared up, his own cock twitching. Scott felt so good inside him.
He’d have time to get off later. This was all about Scott, and Scott was giving Charlie everything he wanted right now.
Just as Charlie was thinking that, Scott’s hand moved away from the shelf behind him, tangling in Charlie’s hair. Charlie moaned as Scott’s fingers twisted, sucking harder to encourage him to pull and tug as much as he wanted. He loved the pressure of Scott’s fingers in his hair, the instant feedback that told him Scott was enjoying this.
It worked exactly like Charlie had imagined it would, Scott’s fingers tightening as he pressed his tongue into the slit of his cock, lapping up precome. Charlie swallowed around him, humming softly, his free hand moving to the front of his jeans to press down on his own erection.
He could have done this all day, listening to the desperate little sounds Scott was making, feeling his cock pulse in his mouth, hot and thick and perfect, just as gorgeous as the rest of Scott.
“Charlie,” Scott gasped, his voice tight. A low, needy moan cut off whatever else he was about to say as Charlie relaxed his throat, sliding his lips as far along Scott’s cock as he could go and jerking him off at the base with his other hand.
Scott was a little big for Charlie to hold in his throat, his jaw already protesting the stretch, but he could tell Scott wouldn’t last much longer. This was his first time, and his thighs were trembling, his fingers so tight in Charlie’s hair that it was making his eyes water.
None of that was a bad thing. Scott was so eager, so responsive that Charlie could have sucked his cock all day, until his jaw gave out and his tongue was numb. Everything about him was so hot, so perfect, that Charlie didn’t want to give any of it up. Not yet.
Scott squirmed between Charlie and the book shelves behind him, tiny, needy sounds catching in the back of his throat. Charlie took his free hand away from his own crotch, growling in frustration even as he did it. He was so turned on he could barely think straight right now, but he wanted to get Scott off more than he wanted to get off himself.
Only slightly more. He’d be thinking back to this for weeks, even if Scott never spoke to him again.
Charlie moved his newly-freed hand to Scott’s balls, rolling them in his palm, brushing his fingertips against the soft skin and mapping the shape of them, feeling the weight. It wasn’t hard to imagine worshipping every part of Scott’s body as he squirmed and whimpered and moaned, every new sensitive spot an exciting discovery.
Charlie could tell no one had ever really taken their time with Scott before. Never really paused to appreciate him.
He wanted to be the first to do that. Even now, even on his knees with Scott’s cock nudging the back of his throat, he wanted this to feel like more than casual sex. He wanted Scott to feel valued.
Charlie moved the hand on Scott’s balls back a little way, brushing past them to the sensitive spot behind them, pressing firmly with his first two fingers, slipping back just far enough to brush over Scott’s hole. A spurt of precome hit him in the back of the throat the moment he made contact.
Charlie moaned around Scott again, his cock twitching in his jeans, straining at the fabric. He was going to make Scott come. That was insanely hot.
“Charlie,” Scott panted, his voice low and rough. “Charlie.”
Charlie knew that Scott was trying to warn him—he could feel how close he was, from the tension in his belly to the way his balls had drawn up, the speed of his breathing, the audible pounding of his heartbeat.
Maybe that was Charlie’s own heartbeat.
Either way, Scott was about to come, and Charlie wanted him to do that in his mouth. Under other circumstances he might have pulled back, let Scott come all over himself, but this was different.
Charlie wanted everything he could get this time. If things worked out the way he hoped they would, there’d be plenty of opportunities for quick blowjobs like this.
This one was important, though. Important to Charlie, and important to Scott.
He was swallowing this time.
The thought of it alone was almost enough to make him come as well.
Charlie felt Scott’s orgasm a handful of nanoseconds before it happened, the faint pulse of his balls against Charlie’s wrist signaling that he was about to come. Above him, Scott groaned the low, satisfied groan of a man who’d desperately wanted to come, his hips jerking forward once, the tight control he’d had on them giving way for just a second.
Closing his eyes, Charlie swallowed around Scott’s cock, his own balls aching as he did, the pressure of an orgasm welling up in his belly, his hips rocking of their own accord. He was going to come from this. Practically untouched, just from Scott coming in his mouth.
