He nodded, grinning right back, and pulled at my jeans.“Long as you don’t mind playing without pants.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” I said, lifting my ass so he could pull them and then my shorts down.We resituated to get them off, my prick standing dark and hard against the white of my tank top, and he buried his face between my legs.
He started with my balls, which had me sliding farther down in the seat, opening up.He sucked one, then the other, getting them good and wet.I unpaused the game while he worked, trying to figure out how to manage a boss battle while he had my balls in his mouth.He gave a little hum, like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted, and my prick jumped impatiently.
I gave up on the boss fight and went back to an earlier save.I hadn’t brought the right gear for the fight, anyhow.Goddamn.
His hair brushed my prick as he pulled back slightly, so he could look up through those thick, black eyelashes.“You good?”
“Never been fuckin’ better,” I assured him.
His lips were shiny with spit.He smiled and ducked his head again, then ran the tip of his tongue over my cockhead, toying with the hole, then circling it like he had my navel.
I squirmed and tore my eyes off his pretty fucking mouth and my desperate fucking cock somehow.Maybe I’d last more than two seconds this way, because something about this whole scenario had medripping.On the screen, I managed to choose which characters I’d be taking with me, then where on the map I wanted to go.I picked an encounter I’d already beaten, because like fuck I was gonna—
I gasped as he took me all the way in, then shook his head slightly like he was trying to wedge my cock tighter in the back of his throat.I rocked up into him, bracing myself with one hand on the couch.“Fuck, Taran.You’re a real guy’s guy, you know that?”
Video games and deep-throating at the same time?God, why was he perfect?
His response was to slowly, almost carefully, suck his way back to my dickhead, then apply his hand to my spit-slick balls.His other hand pushed up under my shirt, found my tit, and rubbed a thumb over my nip until it was diamond-hard.
I squirmed some more, biting back a moan.Jesus, I couldn’t lose it this fast.No way.I had to make this last somehow.I gripped the controller again and started the new fight.Working slowly, he treated my cock like a rapidly melting popsicle, licking and sucking like he didn’t want to miss a drop.At the same time, he rolled my balls in one hand and toyed with my nip with the other.Fucking impressive, keeping all that going, but his careful rhythm was intentional, deep, hungry.
When I felt that pleasure circuit he created snapping shut on me, I hit pause and watched him instead of the screen.He went all the way down on me, and this time he stayed there, drool slipping out the corners of his mouth as he swallowed around me.
I gave a moan that came from all the way down deep, straight up earth-shaking, and tilted my hips upward to fuck his throat a little.
He slid back up just as slowly, and then, to my surprise, popped me out of his mouth.My cock swayed there, wet and pulsing and desperate.I made another sound, this one closer to a whimper.“Jesus Christ, babe…” But the words weren’t wording, and he let the faint stubble on his cheek rub against my shaft just enough that I shivered.My cock dribbled, my balls tightened, and I squirmed yet again.
His bright blue eyes glanced up again; now his smile was lazy.And, to my surprise and delight, smug.He licked his wet lips and asked, “You good?”
“I was about to cum,” I informed him.
His smile grew sharper.
“You fucker.”But it felt like a blessing, not an insult, breathed like this.
“Keep playing,” he murmured, nuzzling my dick again.
I tilted my hips to try and rub off on him, but he adjusted accordingly, so I could just barely feel his swollen, hot lips brushing my shaft.I groaned, but now I was grinning.“I can’t concentrate on it.”
“Try,” was all he said.No please, no thank you, just a quiet and utterly sincere,Try.
I’d worked really, really hard to be in charge of all our hookups at first.To keep it bossy and under my control.Even though I always wanted…
I shivered again and resituated the controller.Unpaused.Desperate and dripping and so incredibly fucking delighted.
He hummed as if in approval, his lips vibrating against the base of my cock, then went back to sucking on my balls.They’d gone a little sticky, so he slicked them up again, until spit dripped into my asscrack.I inched down farther, trying to open up some more; he wedged two slippery fingers against my taint and then pressed up and in.
I slid even farther down, desperate for more.
He teased my taint, barely reaching my hole and then pulling back, and when it made my cock jump, he wrapped one hand around it.When I tried to fuck up into his grip, he used his other hand to hold one of my hips tight against the couch so I could barely wiggle, let alone rock.I gave a little growl of frustration, and he slipped his fingertip into my asshole.I tried to grind down on him, and he pulled it back, pressing into my taint instead.
“Fuckkk, Taran,” I whined.“I’m gonna cry.”
That made him look up, fixing me with that bright, beautiful gaze.His smile was still smug, but also a little bit silly, like he was almost as drunk on me as I was on him.“Do youwannacry?”
Before I could stop myself, I breathed, “Kinda.”
