Stroking his cock, Bryce slowly took more into his mouth, sucking and bobbing his head. Sage’s dick stretched his lips like he hadn’t experienced before, but it didn’t bother him because it was Sage and because Bryce wanted to do this.
Sage’s fingers tugged on his hair, his gasps and moans filling the air. “Bryce. So good.”
Bryce moaned and sucked harder, hearing Sage cry out. “You like that?”
“Fuck yeah.”
Bryce did it again, feeling Sage’s hips move up before dropping down. “What else do you like?”
“My balls being played with.”
Bryce grinned as he licked over the head. “Me too.”
“I’ll do it when it’s my turn.”
Bryce moved up and kissed Sage, groaning when Sage thrust his tongue into his mouth. Sage licked and kissed, his hands holding Bryce close. “I want to make you come.” Bryce stroked Sage’s cock as they kissed, feeling it twitch in his hand. “I want you to come. I want to see what you look like.”
“Bryce,” Sage groaned, his body shuddering. “I’m close.”
“Yeah? Come for me then.” Bryce kissed Sage again, then moved down his body and sucked the head back into his mouth. He wasn’t sure if he wanted Sage to come in his mouth or not. Maybe it was too soon for that, but he knew he wanted Sage to come, and he wanted to watch it happen.
Sage shuddered, moaned, his hips moving. “Close.”
Bryce kept sucking Sage, feeling his dick jerk in his mouth. Sage tensed, then cried out, and Bryce felt the first spurt of come hit his tongue. His eyes went wide, and he leaned back, seeing more come shoot from Sage’s slit. He swallowed what had been in his mouth, licking his lips at the salty bitter taste that strangely didn’t bother him. Maybe it was because it was Sage.
When Sage sank back down, Bryce came back up the same way he’d gone down. Soft kisses, licks, and gentle bites. Sage caught his face and kissed him, murmuring his name before tangling their tongues together in a kiss that left Bryce breathless.
“You okay?” Bryce asked.
Sage nodded, swallowed. “I am. Are you? I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Yeah.” Bryce kissed him, long and deep, groaning when Sage’s hands gripped his ass. “I wanted to do it. I know we said slow—”
“It felt right,” Sage interrupted him. “I was concerned about you doing—”
“I wanted to.”
Bryce kissed him again, then let his cheek rest on Sage’s chest. Sage’s hand settled at the back of Bryce’s neck, his other on Bryce’s lower back. He could hear Sage’s heart slow and turned to kiss him.
“Bed?” Sage asked after a minute.
“Yeah,” Bryce murmured.
Bryce stood and offered his hand. Sage took it and let Bryce lead him into the bedroom. Once there, they stripped to their underwear and then got under the blanket and faced each other in the dark, like last night. Sage put his palm on Bryce’s chest, and Bryce covered it with his own hand.
“It wasn’t too much?” Bryce asked, suddenly feeling like he’d done something he shouldn’t have.
“No. What guy doesn’t like having his dick sucked?” Sage chuckled softly. “I want to do it to you soon.”
“Soon.” Bryce yawned and cuddled into Sage.
Sage stroked his fingers through Bryce’s hair until Bryce fell asleep.
Chapter Ten
Sage woke first and watched Bryce as he slept. Bryce was on his side, one hand under the pillow, the other on Sage’s chest. Sage didn’t move for a few minutes. He continued to watch Bryce as he thought about what had happened between them. The sofa. Bryce’s mouth on him. Tight wet heat and Sage’s orgasm.
“Morning,” Bryce said, voice rough.
