I groan and kiss him harder.
He does it again, growing bolder, and so do I.
I bite at it, sucking on the tip. He shifts above me, our groins pressed against each other, my cock achingly hard. And then his tongue pushes into my mouth. It drags over my tongue, curling around it almost painfully before it slides down my throat.
My eyes shoot open as I swallow around him, and when he doesn’t remove it quickly enough, I push at his chest, needing to breathe.
He looks down at me as I gasp for breath, my hands moving up to my throat. “What is it?”
“I just…I’ve never been deep throated by a tongue before.” Or anything, if I’m being honest.
His hand lifts, and he gingerly pulls my hands away from my neck and caresses my throat. “Are you injured?”
The way he strokes me, like I’m a fragile flower, makes something well up inside of me. “No.”
“I will be more careful.”
“So, does that mean you want to do it again?”
He arches his hips against mine and then glances down at where our bodies are connected. “Yes, but your cock is erect.”
I roll my eyes but let my thighs drop open. “Alright. Fine. Go on. Get your cum. But after, more kissing.”
“Yes,” he whispers, stealing one last kiss before breaking away.
He shifts down my body, stopping to stare at my pierced nipples for a long second before wrapping his lips around my dick. It takes longer to come this time, my body not quite ready for my second orgasm. He pulls it from me with long, tender sucks, and when I come down from it, I feel sweat beading on my forehead.
“Fuck,” I moan when his tongue laps at the lingering cum on the tip. “That was a lot. I think I need a while before my next one.”
“Or you could take the herb.” He moves up my body until he’s hovering over me again.
I reach up, unable to stop myself, and cup his cheek, my hands trembling from exhaustion. “Yeah, I know, and I still might, but let a guy do it naturally for a second.”
“It has been more than a second.”
I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer. “It’s a figure of speech, dude.”
“I dislike your figures of speech. They make no sense.”
I grin at him and let out a small laugh. “Yeah, I know. Don’t think too hard about it.”
His gaze flashes down to my lips, and his ears flutter.
“You want to kiss me again?”
His tongue peeks out and wets his lips. “I do.”
“See, humans have more to offer than just cum.”
“It seems so.”
I cup his face again, gentler this time, and my thumb brushes over his bottom lip, dragging it across and scraping against his fang.
His tongue snakes out and wraps around it, pulling it into his mouth, and then he sucks, just like he does with my cock.
My lashes flutter at the feel of him around me, and I groan, our eyes locked on each other. The air grows thick between us, and I thread my fingers of my free hand through his hair.
His humming deepens, and when I arch my hips up against him, he lets my finger go and leans in. His lips find mine in a slow, tentative brush. Gentle. Fragile. He seems uncertain, but kisses me anyway.
