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He seemed to like it. His fingers tightened on my sides as he panted against my lips.

“Y-yeah. You… you taste…” He exhaled shakily. “Sweet.”

I grinned against his mouth. “You taste hella good too, Ricky.” Lowering my head, I pressed a slow kiss to his jaw, then his neck. “You taste perfect.”

He shivered as I trailed my fingertips down his front, softly stroking the tiny curve of his belly. “Elliot…”

“Want to stop?” I murmured, back to kissing his neck, darting my tongue out to taste his skin.

“N-no,” he whispered immediately, hips straining up again, a fine tremor running through his body.

“Can I touch you?” My voice was ragged. I forced my hand to go still on his stomach until he answered.

He nodded frantically. “Y-yes. Please.”

My cock throbbed. Lunging back up, I crushed my mouth to his and slid my hand down until I felt the hard, hot length of his dick through his pants. Ricky gasped into the kiss as I groaned, mapping him out with my fingers. Then I was fumbling with his fly, our kiss growing messy and feverish.

I burrowed my hand into his underwear and cupped his balls, moaning into his mouth at the smooth, soft warmth of them. Ricky choked on a breath, his hips straining up. Curling my fingers around the base of his shaft, I gently pulled it free and broke the kiss to look down.

“Fuck.” I smoothed my fist up the thick length. “You got a nice dick, Ricky.”

“D-do I?” His breaths were fast and shallow, trembling hands clutching at my T-shirt.

“Yeah.” My voice was gravelly. His dick was so hot under my fingers, pink and smooth, and there was already pre-cum welling on the flushed head. My mouth was watering, but not in a hungry-for-food way. Only in a hungry-for-Ricky way. I wanted to make him feel good.

I wanted to suck his perfect dick and drink him down, then wrap him up in blankets and hand-feed him croutons from the giant bag in the kitchen. He was still straddling the line between being nervous, a little self-conscious, and too horny to care anymore. I needed to tip him over the edge so he could truly enjoy this.

Crushing my mouth back to his, I squeezed his hot cock and smoothed my thumb over the leaking tip. Ricky shuddered, making a plaintive noise into my mouth.

“I wanna make you come,” I murmured, grinning against his lips when he choked on a breath.

“Y-you… you don’t have to.” He didn’t sound like he really meant it, which made me huff a tiny laugh. My sweet, polite Ricky.

“I really wanna suck you off.” I began kissing down his neck again, listening to the choppy breaths escaping him. “Can I?”

“Oh m-my god. Elliot…”

“Is that a yes?” I shuffled back and pushed the hem of his shirt higher with my free hand, exposing the little dip of his navel and the line of dark hair that trailed down to meet the nest of curls on his pubic mound. I wanted to growl as I lowered my head and nuzzled it. Ghouls had some body hair, but not as much as humans. Fuck, it smelled so good, and it was warm and soft against my nose and lips.

“Y-yes,” Ricky croaked, knuckles bleaching as he pressed his hands hard into the floor either side of his hips, like he was bracing himself. “O-only if you want to.”

Instead of answering with words about just how freaking much I wanted to, I stuck out my tongue and flattened it against the base of his shaft, jutting out from his fly, then dragged it up. Ricky gasped, his cock throbbing under my tongue. His arms jerked, which made his wrist connect with his abandoned can and tip it over. The sharp, tangy smell of beer filled the air as it gushed out and spilled all over the floor.

A ragged moan left me when I drew the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked. Fuck, his pre-cum tasted so good—way better than a ghoul’s. And his dick tasted like clean, hot skin. So, so hot. It was stiff but still supple, and okay, I may have overestimated my ability to stay in control while I did this.

No! I thought to myself fiercely as I wound my tongue around the head. No biting! You don’t want to hurt Ricky. Listen to his sweet, breathless little moans.

See if you can get him to moan your name.

With that goal in mind, I sank my mouth deeper and started up a gentle suction as I bobbed my head. I didn’t want him to come too soon, and his cock was already throbbing and achingly stiff in my mouth. Every time my tongue reached the head, I got to lick up another shot of pre-cum.

“Ah!” Ricky’s fingers scrabbled over the floor, his chest heaving with panting breaths as his hips shifted restlessly. “Oh m-my—Elliot—”

Almost a moan. I started to smile, so I slid my mouth free and trailed my tongue down the side of his cock as I grinned up at him. Ricky’s face flushed a deeper pink when we made eye contact, his lower lip clamped between his teeth.

“Feel good?” I murmured, twirling my tongue around the leaking tip.

He nodded desperately. “Uh-huh.”