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I know I just came but I swear my soft dick gives a little twitch of interest still, like it wants to go again. Maybe if I was twenty years younger that’d be an option.

With steady hands, I reach for Thane’s pants, unbuttoning them before sliding the zipper down. I pull his boxers down in the front, helping his erection free of the fabric. I stare for a moment, just taking the sight of his cock in.

Thane is bigger than me in every way it seems. His dick is huge. Long and thick. I wrap my hand around him, my fingers barely reaching all the way around. The head is just smaller than a clenched fist, the length almost as long as my forearm. It’s a lighter shade of green than the rest of Thane’s skin, the head almost purple from blood rushing to it.

I hum softly to myself, looking up at Thane. Thane is watching me, waiting, his lip tucked between his teeth.

“Perfect,” I murmur, kissing the very tip, feeling precum wet my lips. He produces more precum than me. It drips down from the tip, falling down against my pants.

Slowly, I stroke up, enjoying how hefty his erection feels in my hand, loving the noise it brings from Thane’s lips. I bring my hand to the tip, pinching slightly so I can push some of the precum from the tip. It slides down but this time, I catch it with my tongue, wanting a proper taste.

“Fuck,” Thane says above me. I smile at the taste, enjoying it.

I open my mouth as much as I can, bringing his cock forward. I wrap my lips around the tip, suckling gently. Thane’s reaction is instant. His knees buckle and he leans forward, pressing his hands against my shoulders, keeping himself steady but only just barely.

“Jesus Christ,” Thane hisses out. “By the gods. Your mouth, Maverick. Oh fuck!”

If my mouth wasn’t so stuffed, I would be grinning from his reaction. I wrap my other hand around his cock as well, using both to stroke him while suckling on his sensitive head. I’m rewarded with more precum. I greedily drink it down.

I push forward as far as I can, having to stop when his cock reaches the back of my mouth. He’s too big to push him into my throat, but from the sounds Thane is making, this is more than enough. Drool slides down the corners of my mouth, making my chin a wet mess, but that’s okay. I use the spit to better slide my hands up and down Thane’s dick.

“I’m gonna come,” Thane says brokenly. “Maverick. It’s too good. Can I come? Please? Please say yes. Please.”

I stare up at Thane. His composure is gone, thrown away as he finds pleasure in my mouth. There’s no worry, no second guessing. He’s lost in his pleasure. It’s sexy. More than that though, it makes something stir in the pit of my stomach. I want to be the one to give this to Thane all the time. I want to take care of him. I want him to find this peaceful solace with me and me alone.

I pinch his hip so he has to look down at me. His eyes snap open. I do my best to nod my head, telling him that he can come.

Thane makes another broken noise, one of his hands going to his mouth, biting on the side of it. One of my hands goes to his balls, rolling them in my palm. They’re huge, just like the rest of him and I can feel them drawing up tight as he comes.

“Fuck! Maverick!”

I sputter a bit as Thane comes inside my mouth, his cock twitching and throbbing against my hand. It hits the back of my throat, splashing hot and thick. I swallow as best as I can but there’s so much, too much for me to handle.

Pulling back, I keep my mouth open, but Thane comes across my mouth, my chin, over my eyes and face. I close my eyes and let it happen, happy to be marked by him, happy to be claimed in such a primal way.

I can’t stop thinking about all of this cum being inside of me. Would my stomach inflate with the volume of it? Would I even be able to take him with how big he is?

Something to think about another time.

Finally, Thane’s orgasm comes to a stop. He falls to his knees, his legs finally giving out on him. I quickly grab his shoulders, pulling him close so he can rest his face against my stomach.

I am a certified mess but all of my focus is on Thane. I pull his hair carefully from its bun so I can rub his head, running my fingers over every part of him I can reach. Something like this is intense, even when you’re experienced, which is not Thane’s case. I don’t want him coming down from his high without him knowing I'm here, without knowing he’s cared for, that he did a wonderful job.

“You were incredible,” I murmur softly. “You were so good, Thane. Everything I could ever want. I don’t know how this has happened so quickly but I care about you so much already. I can’t wait until we can do that again.”

Thane finally lifts his head, his eyes heavy but a little smile playing at his lips. He takes me in and freezes.

“Oh fuck. I’m so sorry!”

I can’t help but snort with amusement. I pull my shirt off my head and use it to wipe away the cum from my face as best as I can.

“Don’t be sorry. That was exactly what I wanted.”

“Are you sure?”

I grab his chin firmly. “Who’s in charge?”

Thane’s shoulders relax once more. “You are.”