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Elliot’s breath caught. I could feel him watching intently as I licked again, then circled the head with my tongue. Just like he’d said, it felt natural to draw the tip into my mouth and kind of, like, French-kiss it.

“Oh fuck.” His breath escaped him in a rush as his head fell back against the couch. “Your mouth is s-so hot.”

I quickly drew back, flustered. “Sorry. Is it bad?”

“No,” he barked, lifting his head to stare down at me, breathing faster. His hands slid up from my shoulders to thread through my hair, and I could feel him resisting the desire to plunge my mouth back onto his cock.

Which meant it had to feel okay, I realized. Good, even. Especially when he squirmed restlessly and his cockhead bumped against my lips, and a strained sound left him as he gazed down at me pleadingly.

Geez, I’d never felt so fricking powerful. I found myself grinning up at him before leaning back in to smooth my tongue over the little V on the underside of his cock. Elliot choked, his dick throbbing in my hand, so I flicked my tongue there a few times. A shuddery groan left him as he slouched deeper into the couch, fingers tightening in my hair.

Oh my god, I was actually doing okay. His reactions gave me the confidence to sink my mouth back over the head, shuddering with pleasure at the warm, clean taste of him. Then I slid my mouth lower, feeling all those veins gliding over my tongue, and started to suck.

“Sh-shit.” Elliot’s voice was tight, fingers fidgeting in my hair. “Fuuuck.”

I began to bob my head, trying to concentrate so it felt as good as possible. Suction. Keep the tongue involved. No teeth. Stroke the bottom half of his cock in time with my mouth. Once I got a rhythm going, the last of the nerves faded, and I was nothing but a ball of trembling lust on my knees between Elliot’s legs.

I’d always thought I’d be too nervous to really enjoy it the first time I did this—if I ever got to do this. But it all felt so natural. Knowing it was Elliot made it feel so totally right.

Whatever he was, human or not, he was mine.

I moaned around his length, getting into it. Really into it. My scalp was tingling, cock throbbing insistently in my pants, and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching down and rubbing it through the fabric. A muffled whimper vibrated around his dick, and Elliot moaned raggedly.

“F-fuck,” he panted, the fingers in my hair starting to gently guide my mouth up and down his stiff length. It only made me hornier, more desperate, and I sucked harder with a plaintive moan.

His hips jerked as he cried out. “Fuck. Your m-mouth feels so good, Ricky. God, it’s so fucking hot.”

I could hear his breaths sawing out of him as he helped plunge my mouth over his cock. When I reached the tip, he tightened his fingers and held me in place, so I lapped frantically at his cockhead, desperately licking up the hint of pre-cum spilling from the tip.

“Jesus.” He gritted his teeth, hips straining. “You’re doing s-so good.”

I moaned at the praise, fighting his grip to suck him back into my mouth. But I was a little too hasty this time—my teeth scraped lightly over his length as I hurried to take as much of him as possible. Before I could pull back and apologize, Elliot was crying out as a shudder racked his frame.

Oh my god. I was mortified. Until I realized… he definitely wasn’t in pain. His cock pulsed in my mouth, another shot of pre-cum spurting onto my tongue.

“F-fuck, do that again,” he begged breathlessly. “Please. Y-your teeth.”

He liked it? Was that a ghoul thing? I decided I didn’t overly care. Gently, I grazed my teeth over his length again and glanced up to gauge his reaction. He shuddered hard, his stretched throat bobbing with a ragged moan as his head ground into the back of the couch.

“I’m gonna come.” He lifted his head and stared down at me with wild eyes, his chest heaving. “Fuck. Ricky. I’m gonna come.”

Well, that was kinda the idea. I upped the ante, sucking harder and faster, pumping his dick in time, tiny, muffled moans escaping me with every hectic breath because I was desperate to make him come, to feel his cock flex against my tongue as he spurted into my mouth.

Elliot shuddered hard, hips bucking in tiny, erratic thrusts to meet every downward plunge of my mouth. His cock grew even stiffer as he started to shake, but then he fisted my hair tight and drew my mouth off him.

“W-wait.” His cock jerked in the air as he yanked my head up and lunged forward to thrust his tongue into my mouth. He seemed a little out of control, the kiss messy and frantic as he sucked on my tongue before grazing my lower lip with his teeth.

I shivered with excited pleasure at the feel of it, and my hand automatically began to shuttle over his achingly stiff cock as we kissed feverishly. Elliot moaned hoarsely into my mouth, but reached down and grabbed my wrist.

“Wait, wait.” His pupils were enormous as he broke the kiss and stared at me, breathing hard. “I want you to fuck me. Do you wanna fuck me, Ricky?”

Oh my god. I stared at him in stunned silence. Then, like a total loser, I croaked, “Yes, please.”

He was already kissing me again, tugging me to my feet as he scrambled up off the couch. Our lips parted briefly as he tore my shirt over my head, then his own, then wriggled out of his pants and underwear, leaving them in a pile as we stumbled toward the bed. Frantic fingers undid my pants before he crouched to tug them down my legs, giving my leaking cockhead a wet kiss at the same time. My hips jerked, but before I could thread my fingers through his hair, he was standing back up and clambering onto the mattress.

“Oh my god,” I croaked as he settled on his widespread knees and rested his cheek on the pillow, reaching over to yank open the nightstand drawer. His hands were trembling as he popped the cap on the lube he produced and coated his fingers, then reached back.

He was all long, lean limbs and pale skin that I wanted to lick all over, but I was frozen in place with overwhelming lust as I watched him smooth slick fingers over his hole.