He abandoned the bruise and followed the sparse trail of dark-blond hair down to Morgan’s groin. Fine skin, a few shades lighter than the rest of Morgan’s body, was pulled taut between his bony hips, and Morgan’s cock seemed bigger at this angle. It wasn’t outrageous, but it was bigger than… previous ones. Not the length so much as the width of it. It was heavy, the ridge of veins obvious through thin skin.
“You gonna…,” Morgan stammered. “You don’t have to… do that.”
Some perverse competitive instinct reared up in the back of Boyd’s head as though it were a challenge. He let it.
“I told you,” he said as he pressed an openmouthed kiss to the tight base of Morgan’s cock, the pulse of trapped blood against his tongue. “No one tells me what to do.”
He started to lick his way up Morgan’s cock and then hesitated as his ears caught up with his mouth. That sounded a bit…. Boyd sat back on his heels, arms braced against Morgan’s spread thighs, and squinted up at Morgan’s slightly blurred face.
“I mean, I want to do it,” he said. “If you want me to stop, that’s different. Obviously. I can—”
Morgan lifted his hands, palm up, off the back of the cushions. “No,” he said, voice strangled in his throat. “I just…. Go ahead. If you want.”
“Thanks,” Boyd said sarcastically. “I appreciate that.”
Morgan snorted and propped his head against his hand, fingers buried in his hair. “Shut up.”
Boyd rubbed his hands along Morgan’s thighs, across bare skin and just a fuzz of hair up by his balls. He licked along the hard length of his cock and traced the ridge of veins with his tongue from base to head. Morgan sucked in his breath, and the hard lines of his abs were thrown into high relief as Boyd flicked his tongue under the hard ridge before he finally wrapped his lips around the slick head.
“Fucking hell,” Morgan groaned.
He tasted of sweat and precome, the taste of salt and pennies sharp in the back of Boyd’s throat. Boyd wrapped one hand around the base of Morgan’s cock and squeezed as he sucked his way down. The thick cock filled his mouth and stretched his lips tight around it, and he pushed his tongue against the firm underside.
Between his legs, Boyd’s cock ached as it pressed against his stomach. He reached down and grabbed it with his free hand. It was already slick with precome smeared down the length of it by Morgan, and Boyd stroked himself impatiently as he worked his tongue over and around Morgan’s cock.
He lifted his head and let the cock slide from between his lips. Morgan growled under his breath at the loss of sensation but stayed where he was, sprawled out with arms tucked behind his head. The long muscles in his thighs as Boyd ran his hand along the hard length in slow, twisted strokes. The velvet-fine skin creased under his fingers.
Once it was slick and shining, he took as much of it as he could into his mouth again until his tongue was pinned flat and he could feel the pressure in the hinges of his jaw.
He pulled all the way back until only the head was caught behind his lips, and he let it pop lewdly out. The cock stood proud against Morgan’s stomach, a dribble of come smeared over his stomach.
“You want me to finish?” Boyd asked. “Or do you want to fuck me?”
Morgan looked down at him and grinned crookedly. “Yeah.”
Boyd licked the taste of Morgan off his lips. “I’ll hold you to that.”
He gripped the thick cock again and jerked his hand in short, impatient strokes. Morgan made a desperate sound in his throat and arched his hips up to fuck Boyd’s hand, the rigid control he’d hung on to while he was in Boyd’s mouth lost.
Boyd leaned in to kiss the head.
“I like your cock,” he said. His own, neglected as he focused on Morgan, twitched, and he gave it an absent tug.
Morgan choked out a laugh that flirted with being a groan. “Yeah, well, yours was okay too.” He dragged in a rough breath and set his jaw. The muscles in his thighs clenched, hard as stone, and he grunted a curse. “I’m going to come.”
Boyd dragged his hand down in one long, smooth stroke and wrapped his lips around Morgan’s cock. It slid deep into his mouth as Morgan thrust up, a thick groan caught in the back of his throat, and his come spilled hot and sticky over the back of Boyd’s tongue. He swallowed twice and cleaned Morgan’s cock with his tongue and lips before he let the half-softened length of it slip out of his mouth.
“Doesn’t that make you want to gag?” Morgan asked after a minute.
“No,” Boyd said. He wiped his mouth on the back of his wrist. “If you could make it taste like ice cream, I wouldn’t argue, but it’s okay. If I like you, I’ll like it well enough.”
Morgan leaned down and cupped one hand around the back of Boyd’s neck, thumb tucked into the hollow behind his ear and fingers buried in his hair. He kissed him, slowly and sweetly as he probed the inside of Boyd’s mouth with his tongue.
“I guess I taste all right,” he said as he leaned back. He glanced down at Boyd’s hard cock, which was tight and red with frustrated hunger, and bit his lower lip in telegraphed appreciation. “Oh yeah, I was going to fuck you on your nice white sheets, wasn’t I?”
“They’re black.”
Amusement flashed through Morgan’s eyes as he reached down and wrapped his hand over Boyd’s. He dragged them both up, fingers twisted together around the almost painfully tight length of his cock. “Kinky.”
