“Technically, I’d be more like the sweater vest,” Ezra argued.
“Technically,” Roman said, then took his whole shaft into his mouth, erasing whatever technicalities he’d been contemplating. Ezra hummed with pleasure. Yes, he liked thatverymuch.
“B is for Barebacking,” Roman said after sliding his cock out of his mouth again. Now, Ezra’s penis was cold and sad. It wanted back inside its home. Roman blew on the tip, teasing him terribly. “You going to let me come inside of you?”
“Yes.” Ezra had been counting on it.
“That’s going to be messy.”
“I know how to clean up afterward.”
Another lick, another slow drag of Roman’s thick lips and warm tongue on his sensitive glans. “What if I didn’t want you to? What if I wanted to leave a little bit of my cum inside you as a reminder?”
Ezra shook his head. Roman wassoterritorial. “I think my sore anus would be a pretty good reminder.”
Roman tucked his face into his bent arm and snorted, which caused Ezra to chuckle as well. “Would you though?” Roman said, looking more serious now. “If I asked you nicely? If I said please?”
Ezra nodded. The word “please” was Roman’s not-so-secret weapon. “I’d do whatever you asked.” Ezra meant it. He would do so many things if Roman asked nicely. If he said please. Like try broccoli.
“But you have to tell me ‘no’ sometimes,” Roman cautioned. “If you don’t like something, or if I ask for too much.”
Ezra nodded, hypnotized by the man’s dark gaze. “My penis is cold.”
Roman smiled. “Is it feeling lonely?”
“Yes, will you suck me now? We can talk about this later.”
“All right, cutie. Since you asked so nicely. I’m going to try and make you come in my mouth, and I’m going to swallow it down, okay?”
Ezra, nervous all of a sudden about his role in this performance, let out a shaky, “Okay.”
Roman reached under Ezra’s backside and grabbed his butt cheeks roughly, tilting his hips so that his erection brushed against Roman’s lips. One of Roman’s thick fingers skirted along his cleft, seeking his hole. It camped out there, pressing lightly against the rim, probing just a little. At the same time, Roman took his shaft to the root, making his tongue a soft cradle for Ezra’s cock, andsucked.Ezra was wholly unprepared for the sensation—so good and so intense—and he wasn’t sure if he should let it continue or pull away. It felt like Roman was quite literally devouring him. Roman’s cheeks hollowed out from the suction as Ezra squirmed in both delight and discomfort, the pleasure bowling him over in waves. Roman clutched him tightly, bruising him with his grip, and took him deeper while the tip of his finger tested his tight muscle methodically before finally breaching his hole and dipping inside. It was so thick, and that was only his finger! This was nothing like the masturbatory acts Ezra had gotten so good at delivering. This was hot and living and responsive to his every groan and sigh.
“Deeper,” Ezra said, and Roman’s dry finger tunneled all the way inside him while his throat engulfed his penis, and despite all of Ezra’s twisting and turning, trying (but not really) to get away, Roman held him securely. Roman’s mouth, warm and wet, dripped saliva into his pubic hair while the pinch of his throat milked his sensitive cockhead. He wanted to come, and he also didn’t want this to end, the paradox of pleasure. Ezra placed his hands at the back of Roman’s head and pressed down lightly; a brilliant light enveloped him as he thrust into Roman’s open mouth, then again, and again. He was falling into a black hole of sensation, getting swallowed up entirely and spit out as anti-matter. Even as his orgasm threatened to overwhelm him, Ezra marveled that Roman Reynolds, this big, strong, wonderful man, was actually sucking his cock, just because he wanted to make him come.
Ezra quailed on the bed as his orgasm overtook him. Like a sound wave, it started out small and then built to an alarming peak. He ejaculated and Roman swallowed all of it down his throat. He imagined his sperm swimming in Roman’s esophagus, then being slowly dissolved by his stomach acids, leaving no trace of him at all. How long would his cells remain in Roman’s body? Something to research. And it was over so fast. Was that normal? Ezra had so many questions.
Roman was still licking up the mess he’d made, getting every last droplet. He massaged Ezra’s tender hole with the tip of his finger until it tightened up again, setting him to rights as if it had never happened. But ithadhappened. Roman had given Ezra his first and only blow job and it was marvelous. Ezra wanted to do the same for Roman, but he was so tired, and Roman was so warm. His arm was like a pillow as it drew him nearer and his words were a lullaby he crooned into his ear. He’d just close his eyes for one minute.
* * *
Roman wokefrom their nap a little while later to find Ezra swaddled in both of their blankets, wrapped up like a human snowball on his side of the bed. Rather than disturb his sleeping beauty, he gently unraveled the bedding until they were both underneath it, at which point Ezra came seeking his body heat, plastering himself against Roman like a baby koala. Roman snuggled up and soon fell back asleep.
He was roused sometime later by the sensation of someone nibbling at his cock. Not nibbling, exactly, but definitely tasting, minnow-like. He peered under the blankets to find Ezra’s rump in the air, head dipping between his thighs while his mouth coaxed him into arousal. Emitting a deep rumble, he rocked his hips a little to let Ezra know he appreciated the attention. As if conducting an experiment, Ezra alternated between light flicks of his tongue and longer, flat strokes that rubbed over the ridge of his head, a kind of teasing torture, like being given a taste of something, when what Roman really wanted was the whole damn meal.
“Ezra,” Roman said warmly, rousing from their nap. “I thought you might have some clarifying questions.”
This prompted him to sit up and ask, “I read that circumcised penises are less sensitive on the head and that men who are cut enjoy having their corona stimulated.”
“That might be true. Whatever you’re doing down there feels really good.” Roman reached into a side drawer for a tub of lubricant. He unscrewed the lid and offered it to Ezra. “Use some of this on the shaft. Get me good and hard with your hands.”
Ezra, so eager to please, slicked up his hands and took Roman’s girth between them, pumping his rod while sucking the tip.
“Yeah, baby, a little harder now. Don’t be shy.”
“Mmmm mmmm?” Ezra mumbled and Roman nodded, reaching down to press gently on the back of Ezra’s head, so that he bobbed a little on his dick. Ezra’s hands worked him over while his eyes peered up at him, seeking validation. That was probably what got him off more than the sensation itself, that Ezra wanted so badly to please him.
“You’re doing so good,” Roman coached, tightening and unclenching his ass muscles so that he might thrust into Ezra’s tight grip and his hot, wet mouth. He leaned back into the pillows while Ezra rubbed him so fast and hard that his dick went a little numb, but the friction was perfect, as was his sweet mouth sucking him like he was a piece of candy. Ezra’s cheeks were so pink and his skin so pale. Roman liked the look of his lips stretched around him, his mouth so full of Roman’s cock that he couldn’t manage much else.
