Falling back into flirting with him was effortless. The moment I saw him I lit up like a fucking fireworks finale. My body craved his touch and it overpowered my logic.
What if this is just another path to heartbreak?
Any further circular processing is cut off by the doors opening and Duncan’s voice calling down the hall. "Took you long enough!"
Goosebumps erupt but Duncan’s arms around me quickly wards off any lingering chills. My arms encircle him and I slump into his strong hold. Relief swims through my veins.
This.
I needed this.
I need him.
"Fuck, I've missed you." He mumbles between kisses pressed to my jaw.
"I've missed you too." I roll my forehead along his before I bracket his jaw in my palms.
Holding the epitome of WILD HOPE between the words.
Our eyes lock. His glasses have a smudge and the messiness is perfect. His gaze bounces between my eyes and then darts to my lips and all the heaviness in the air snaps.
I dip my head as much as I pull him into me and we crash.
His familiar taste floods my system with the first quick peck. My lips tilt and open chasing more of him. My eyes drift closed as I try to feel everything but I can’t focus on one thing in particular. He nips at my lipand I follow him closer. Our breathing syncs and this kiss is filling the parts of me being without him left empty.
I keep my eyes closed as he pulls back, my hands feeling his chest as he takes his shirt off. He leans in and kisses me again but as I chase the next tangle of our tongues he’s gone.
My eyes fly open and Duncan is on his knees before me.
"I've missed you too, you beautiful thick cock." His lips practically brush my fly as he works the button open.
"Duncan, here?" I protest, stupidly, as I throw an arm to the wall to steady myself.
"Where do you want me to suck you off Rhys? Because I have plans to do it at least twice before I'm ready for you to return the favor."
I reach down and pull up my pants with one hand, clutching them as I reach for him and drag him to the sofa.
I sit and let Duncan pull my pants off. Each brush of his skin against mine feels like static energy. Awareness of each inch of skin. I exhale, sinking deeper into the cushions. "Your hands feel so good."
"Wait until I'm tugging on your balls with you down my throat." He promises and blood surges from my extremities to my dick. I'm glad I chose to sit down.
"I'm going to treat you so good." Duncan whispers to my shaft before he licks it from my balls to the slit, creating a point and flicking, sending electricity through my entire body. Any thought of discussing how this was going to work for us long term disappears.
"Will you stop talking to my penis!" I laugh between breaths.
"Never." Duncan says before he swallows my cock. I hit the back of his throat making indecent sounds erupt from mine.
Heat flushes my chest. I reach behind my head and tug my shirt off by the collar. Leaning forward presses Duncan's head against my stomach and he swallows in the same moment.
My hands fly to his head and I keep him down.
"Swallow again baby." My voice is husky, shallow but deep with desire.
Duncan inhales through his nose before contracting his throat, squeezing my cock so tight I see stars.
"Fuck me." I gasp as I lean back and throw my arms out along the back of the sofa.
Given free reign he bobs up and down on my length, wetting it, making me harder with each pass.
