God, I’ve missed this.
The weight of him in my hand is exactly how I remember. The shape. The heat. Like my body clocked him before my brain could catch up. I could’ve picked him out blind.
I lean in slowly, because I’ve been wanting this for a while, and I’m not rushing a single second of finally having him back where I want him.
My lips close around him, warm and deliberate, my tongue dragging over the head like I’m reacquainting myself with something I used to know by heart.
His hands tangle into my hair almost immediately, gripping tight, and I hum softly around him before sinking a little deeper, letting my throat relax as I take more of him in.
“Fuck, Miguel,” Caleb gasps, his voice strained. “You feel so good.”
I pull back slightly, my lips forming a tight seal around him as I suck hard, my hand wrapping around the base, stroking in time with my mouth.
He throbs, hard and insistent, his body tense with the effort of holding back.
I don’t want him to. I pick up the pace, my other hand finding his nipples, rolling them between my fingers.
Caleb’s moans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure that makes my dick throb.
His thighs twitch. His abs pull tight under my palms, and I go harder. My mouth and hand work in sync as my tongue flicks the spot and his breath breaks.
“Miguel, fuck,” Caleb warns, his voice a low growl. “So close.”
I pull back just enough to speak, my breath hot against his damp skin. “Come for me, baby. Let me taste what I do to you.”
He thrusts deep into my mouth and comes undone, his body shaking as he comes down my waiting throat. I swallow every drop, my tongue lapping at him until he’s spent, his muscles relax and the tension drains slowly.
I crawl up his body, kissing his chest, his neck, his jaw before kissing him gently. Caleb’s arms wrap around and hold me close, still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
“Fuck, God or no God, that thing you did with your tongue should be a sin,” he says, and his praise makes me want to do it all over again. Caleb’s head hits the pillow as he tries to catchhis breath. A smirk tugging at my lips, a sense of satisfaction washing over me.
“Maybe I’m the Devil. You’d better get on your knees and pray to me, pretty boy. Then I can do it again.”
Caleb stares at me, lust-drunk. I lean over him, my mouth dangerously close to his. “You wanna kiss the monster, little brother?”
“You’re my monster,” he whispers, voice barely audible.
“That’s right, baby. And this is—” I pause, my hand cupping his cock, and I blink, shocked. “How the fuck are you still hard? You should be soft by now.”
He chuckles at the question. “Because it’s you. Touching me. How could I not be?”
My stomach flutters at the thought that I do this to him.
Caleb’s breath grows ragged, his body trembling with anticipation. “I need you, Miguel. I need you to fuck me. Please, I can’t wait any longer.”
I lower myself and kiss him hard. My hands map every mark and muscle, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips.
When I finally pull back, my voice comes out rough. “You want me to fuck you, pretty boy? You want me to fill this tight hole with my cum and make you moan my name?”
Caleb nods, his eyes dark with desire. “Yes,fuck, please. I need you inside me. I need to feel you.”
“Get on your hands and knees,hermoso.”
I grab the lube from the nightstand. Caleb rolls onto his stomach, back arching as he settles. I quickly prep, my hands shaking slightly as I coat my dick, making sure the piercings are slicked enough. I position myself behind him, squeezing more lube over his tight hole.
Pressing a finger inside him, his body accepting me with ease. “Ready for me, baby?” I ask, my voice a low growl.
“Yes,please,” Caleb whispers, his voice trembling. “I’m ready.”
