Dark jeans, fisherman sweater, hint of ink under his buttoned up clothing.
"You came." I answer on an exhale as I set the bottle down. My legs feel like feathers as I drift closer to him.
"Not yet." Rhys says as he takes the final step into the basement. It’s dark, the only light filtering in from upstairs. He doesn't turn the light on, he just looks at me.
The comfort I never expected to find in another human being is shining bright in his eyes and I crumble.
My head falls to his chest and my arms wrap desperately around his waist. Rhys's arms circle my shoulders and his hand comes up to palm the back of my head.
"Oh Duncan." His quiet words warm my chest as he presses a kiss to my hair. "What is going through that beautiful head of yours?"
"I don't know." I summarize.
Rhys's hand comes to rest on my jaw, he tilts my face up towards his, and we stand staring at each other eye to eye.
"I can't read your mind, I don't know what you want." He whispers.
"I don't know what I want." Each word of my confession sinking in my limbs.
"Well, I simply want you." He says and any remaining resolve to fight how much I want him dissolves.
Roughly, my hands pull his body flush against mine while at the same time he pulls my mouth to his. His hold on me is firm, grounding, and my grip hardens.
This kiss is all heat and hunger. Teeth and tongue and nips and groans. I roll my hips into his and I feel his cock line up with mine. Rhys spins me and presses my back into the wall. My hands fumble to open his pants as he continues to hold my head and devour my mouth.
The kiss only breaks when my hand wraps around him and he gasps.
"Can I suck you off?" I ask desperately through heaving breaths. "If I don't get this cock inside me now I'm going to combust."
Rhys exhales a breathy yes and steps backwards as he guides me to my knees. He leans on his forearm against the wall as I pull his pants down.
My mouth waters looking at his swollen tip, that slit and little hole begging for my tongue.
Pleasure.
Giving it.
Receiving it.
This never has to change.
I grab his base and lean forward, taking his thickening length to the back of my throat with my mouth wide open. "Fuck, Duncan. Your mouth is so hot."
His eyes are closed and he's lost to the sensation so I keep my eyes wide open on him and close my lips and swallow.
His hips shoot forward and his eyes meet mine. "Do that again."
I inhale through my nose, pull his cock a little further into my throat, and swallow around him.
Rhys's hand flies to the back of my head and I didn't know how much I needed to be held by him here, to feel his desperation. It alerts some deep seeded place in me that what we're doing is more than just hooking up.
I pull off and let my saliva hang between his dick and my lips. He reaches down to hold the base and guides it back into my mouth and I smile wickedly; he's a greedy boy.
My hands bracket his hips and I let my fingers press into his ass as I bob along his length as he tugs his shirt up higher, exposing his taut abdomen and inked up chest.
"Yes, Duncan, fuck yes."
I hum hearing his praise.
