“Gonna,” he warned, remembering how upset previous girlfriends had been if he accidentally came in their mouth.
Oscar didn’t even attempt to move.
Instead, he only sucked harder, digging his fingers deeper into Ryan’s thighs, his thumbs pressing into the creases of his hips, triggering pressure points he didn’t even realize he had. White-hot pleasure hit him like lightning, a flash of it at the base of his skull travelling all the way down his spine.
A low, embarrassingly long groan escaped him as he started to come, right in Oscar’s mouth. With Oscar just sealing his lips around him andtakingit, sucking like this was the best part of the whole thing, needy little noises escaping his throat while Ryan’s whole world spun.
He gasped and whimpered his way through wave after wave of his orgasm, cock throbbing, ears pounding, skin prickling with sensitivity as he came down Oscar’s throat.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Another moan spilled from his lips as the final wave washed over him, the finish making him shiver before his muscles gave out, his whole body sinking deep into the mattress, utterly spent.
Oscar released his cock with a wet pop, and when Ryan risked a look at him, he was looking right back, eyes hooded, lips swollen, tongue darting out to clean them.
With what seemed like monumental effort, Oscar picked himself up and moved to settle on Ryan’s hips, his spent cock just barely cradled by the beautifully toned swell of Oscar’s ass.
Oscar was still hard, the head of his cock glistening with precome that had clearly trickled down while he’d been busy sucking Ryan’s cock.
Ryan watched in awe as Oscar took himself in hand and started stroking, the tip of his tongue poking out between his lips as he concentrated. If Ryan hadn’tjustcome, this would have been enough to get him hard all over again.
As it was, there was still the faintest curl of arousal in the pit of his stomach, visceral, physical enjoyment of watching Oscar touch himself on top of the thought that Oscar was doing this because sucking Ryan off had turned him on.
Reallyturned him on, judging by how eagerly he was stroking himself, his free hand planted on Ryan’s stomach, fingers tensing up with every up-and-down movement.
Ryan reached out, unsure what he was doing at first. He let his hand fall on Oscar’s thigh, just a light touch at first, waiting for Oscar’s reaction.
The way Oscar’s breath hitched told him he had the right idea.
He trailed his fingers along the inside of Oscar’s thigh, drinking in the soft gasp as he skimmed the sensitive skin there, the way Oscar bit his lip in response, pleasure written all over him.
“Yes,” Oscar murmured as Ryan’s fingers inched toward their goal, a tiny, desperate sound escaping him as Ryan paused just short of where he’d been headed.
Ryan’s stomach bottomed out as he brushed his fingertips against the velvet-soft skin of Oscar’s balls, blood rushing in his ears at the thought that this,thiswas crossing a line. This was touching another man because he wanted to. Because the thought turned him on, even though he’d already come.
A blowjob was a blowjob. He could have gotten that from anyone. But this was aboutOscar, and Oscar alone, and how much Ryan wanted to make him feel good, too.
So yeah, probably a little bi. Definitely not the time to think about it.
Ryan slid his hand under Oscar’s balls, pressing his index finger into the sensitive spot behind them, knowing how good it felt to have a little pressure there. Oscar’s answering moan went straight to the pit of Ryan’s stomach, a strange kind of giddy arousal without any heat to it.
Pleasure, pure and simple, at being able to get Oscar off.
A shuddering moan escaped Oscar as Ryan got the pressurejustright, a spurt of precome trickling down his cock, being swept away by the motion of his hand a moment later. Ryan stared, mesmerized for long seconds by watching Oscar jerk himself off.
He wanted to touch. The fingers of his free hand twitched against Oscar’s thigh, itching to curl around his cock. Oscar had helpedhimout, and now he wanted to be responsible for getting Oscar off.
“Can I?” he asked, heart pounding in his chest at the question, unsure whether or not Oscar would want him to, unsure whether or not he’d know what he was doing.
Oscar met his eyes, his pupils still blown wide, and paused a moment. Then, before Ryan had a chance to second-guess himself, Oscar reached out and took his hand, curling Ryan’s fingers around the hot length of his cock.
Ryan’s whole world shifted for a moment, the first touch his fingers against the skin of Oscar’s cock shocking at first, intimate in a completely new way. It wasn’t even alittlelike touching his own, except for the general shape.
He couldn’t pretend now. He was definitelywith a man, and definitely enjoying it, and dammit, he even wanted more.
Oscar hissed as Ryan made an experimental twist of his wrist, rewarding him with another heavy bead of precome that Ryan thumbed away, spreading it expertly down the shaft. He watched his own hand with fascination now, the way the skin of Oscar’s cock caught and pulled as he jerked him off.
