“Keep that up,” Oscar responded, kissing his way across to Ryan’s belly button, nipping at the skin just underneath it. “Pull my hair while I suck your cock for bonus points.”
“You like that?” Ryan asked, thrilled with himself for having accidentally stumbled on something Oscar wanted.
“I do.”
Suddenly, Oscar’s fingertips were working their way into Ryan’s waistband, pressing into the flesh of his hips, dangerously close to his fully-hard cock. He could feel a bead of precome welling up at the head, and the thought of Oscar seeing that made him squirm.
Oscar would know he was into this, too. The proof would be right there for him to look at.
Ryan wanted that. He wanted Oscar to see him hard and eager, ready to take whatever Oscar was willing to offer him.
He gasped as Oscar tugged his pajama pants down in one sharp motion, his cock springing free and straining up toward his belly.
“Oh, you’repretty,” he said, licking his lips absently. “I’m gonna enjoy this.”
As though he wasn’t already blushing hard enough, Ryan felt another rush of blood heat his cheeks. Between that and the amount that was pooling in his cock, there wasn’t a whole lot left for higher brain functions.
He hissed as Oscar nuzzled his hip, nipping at the soft skin there. Ryan was going to becoveredin bruises in the morning, but he couldn’t quite be upset about that. He could already imagine pressing down on them and stroking his cock to the memory of Oscar looking up at him with dark eyes, a crooked smile, and intent written all over his face.
The first touch of Oscar’s hot, slick tongue against the oversensitive skin of Ryan’s cock made him whine, the pressure too much and not enough at the same time. Fuck. He’d had his cock sucked before, but somehow, this was different.
Oscar seemed like hewantedto do it, not like he was doing Ryan a favor. He’d asked for this.
Ryan screwed his eyes shut tight as Oscar’s clever tongue lapped at the head, swirling around it, collecting precome like it was an exotic delicacy, something to be savored. The sound Oscar made in the back of his throat reminded Ryan of the way some people tasted expensive wines, giving serious consideration to the flavor and texture.
He’d never felt this hot in his life. Never felt like he was something to be enjoyed or savored or, honestly, anything other than endured.
Oscar made him feel like he was worth fucking for the sake of it, and that was new.
“Keep making those sounds, honey,” Oscar murmured, his breath ghosting over Ryan’s cock. Ryan hadn’t noticed that he was whimpering, but now that he knew Oscar liked it, he wouldn’t hold back.
He remembered the hair pulling thing then, tightening his fingers just a little and getting an answering gasp from Oscar as a reward.
And then a long, slow lick up the length of his cock that made him squirm all over again.
Desperate, needy noises gathered in the back of his throat, his free hand gripping the blankets as though he was in danger of falling off the bed if he let go. The whole room seemed to have melted away, Ryan’s world narrowed down to just the two of them.
The moment Oscar’s lips sealed around the head of Ryan’s cock, the world started spinning. Ryan closed his eyes, moaning low in the back of his throat, a wave of pleasure rushing from the top of his spine and pooling in his gut, hot and tight.
Oscar laughed around him, the sound vibrating on his tongue. Another bead of precome welled up at the head of Ryan’s cock, and Oscar licked it away again, making more happy, satisfied little sounds that only made the tension deep in Ryan’s belly worse.
Fingers dug deep into the flesh of Ryan’s thigh, Oscar pushing him down into the mattress, holding him in place, every pressure point an anchor in the swell of heat and need and pleasure that was threatening to drown Ryan. He whimpered again, tightening his grip on Oscar’s hair, stroking his scalp as best he could while he felt as though his brain was about to melt out his ears.
“Oh,fuck,” Ryan gritted out as Oscar swallowed him down, pulling his cock all the way into the back of his throat and sucking hard, the heat and pressure overwhelming. He could feel Oscar chuckling again, and that only made him moan louder, and heknewhow much Oscar liked that now.
His gut ached with need, hips rocking the little way Oscar’s iron grip on his thigh allowed. Blood pounded in his ears, in the tips of his fingers, and in his cock, throbbing in time with the way Oscar stroked him with his tongue, keeping the perfect pace.
Ryan had never been great at holding out while he was having his cock sucked, and this time wasn’t about to be an exception. He could already feel the telltale tingling pressure of his orgasm building at the base of his spine, and biting down on his lip to slow it was only making it more urgent.
Oscar swallowed around him again, sliding his lips further down so his nose brushed against the nest of curls framing Ryan’s cock. All Ryan could do in response was moan desperately, a spurt of precome escaping him.
Oscar swallowedthat, too, and Ryan’s grip on his hair tightened, and thenhemoaned, and there was really no stopping this. A shuddering wave of pleasure washed over Ryan’s whole body, settling between his legs, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
Ryan risked raising his head to take a look, seeing Oscar’s dark head bobbing between his legs, his own fingers threaded through the strands of his hair, thumb stroking idly, anddamn. He shouldn’t have looked if he was planning on keeping this going. Seeing Oscar there, hearing him make soft, happy noises… it was too much.
He let his head fall back against the pillow under it again, staring up at the ceiling as his vision started to blur at the edges, eyes watering with how good this felt, how unexpectedly intense it was.
The barest scrape of teeth made him gasp, his hips jerking without him meaning it, and Ryan felt something give way inside him.
