The touch sent a shiver down Tank’s spine, and he groaned in pleasure. Clover really knew how to start a guy’s day.
“I won’t stop you. You’re still growing, and those muscles need all the protein,” he whispered, his mind and body switching to sex-mode within a heartbeat. If he was to survive another day without purpose, this would keep him going.
Clover gave Tank one more kiss before diving lower, but Tank still managed to pat his ass before Clover kneeled between his legs. The happy giggle it elicited made Tank’s focus narrow to the sunshine, the breakfast, and the beautiful boy pulling his cock out of his pajama pants.
“I want it down your throat, boy. You’ll swallow it all for Daddy,” he rasped, meeting Clover’s gaze over his half-hard cock. The boy was already licking the head, so enthusiastic Tank’s heart beat faster.
He let his head fall back when Clover’s warm breath teased his naked flesh, bringing it to life. Slow, teasing licks around the head felt like fire, and Tank opened his eyes, looking at the boy again. Clover smiled, as dedicated as ever to pleasuring him, and the sight of him on his knees, holding Tank’s dick like a microphone, only to give it a little kiss was enough to make him harden fast.
“What if I spill some, Daddy?” he teased. “Sometimes you come so much I can’t hold it all in my mouth.” But he lowered his head, taking half the cock between his lips and letting it slide along the inside of his cheek.
Warm, soft, and wet, Clover’s mouth was perfection.
“I’m gonna have to spank you until you learn better,” Tank said, slouching to get a better look. “Can’t have you waste my spunk.”
Clover moaned, sucking on the cock as if it were the sweetest Popsicle he’d ever had. Tank couldn’t help himself and pushed his fingers into the smooth hair, which felt slightly damp close to the scalp, after the shower Clover had taken.
“Like this, boy. Just like this.”
He remembered the first time he’d fucked Clover’s mouth, which was still a prominent feature in his spank bank. Looking back, his initial offer had been illicit, but he hadn’t been able to help himself around Clover even then. The blue gaze with a pink sheen had begged Tank for a fuck from the moment they’d lain eyes on one another.
Almost two years on, the boy was even sexier, even more beautiful than he had been on that fateful night that had brought them together, and his presence was the only drug Tank allowed himself. He wouldn’t stop watching him, giddy at the sight of the deep red flush splashed across the handsome face while his cock dipped in and out in an endless kiss with that lush, warm mouth.
He put both his hands in Clover’s hair and forced more of his dick into the willing mouth as Clover’s skillful fingers found their way to Tank’s balls, touching them in just the right way. Clover knew exactly how to make Tank lose control. Sweet and pliant with him, eager to play the good boy as much as he could sometimes be naughty on purpose.
“That’s it boy. You’re taking all of it.”
Pleasure washed over Tank in hot waves until it coursed through his entire body, making him stir his hips and thrust into Clover’s mouth. But he didn’t try to fuck him. Clover was in control, pleasuring him, because he loved him.
His toes curled when the suction made his balls stir, and he moved his hands to the slender shoulders, holding on as he was about to blow. Clover must not have been in the mood for spanking, because he swallowed it all. Every last drop.
“You’re so hot, baby. Drinking all of Daddy’s cum…” Tank grinned, stroking Clover’s hair and still barely catching his breath.
Clover pulled away only after a while and licked his lips. “All I wanna do is make you happy.”
That simple statement made Tank’s heart beat faster, and he pulled Clover up into his lap to hug him and make out while he jerked off his boy.
Tank rested his chin on Clover’s shoulder, his arm tight around him, hand moving up and down his length hard and fast. They looked at one another, mouths only inches apart. When Clover’s eyes fluttered, and his lips opened to utter a soft moan, Tank was there to kiss him as he came.
They hugged without speaking, just enjoying each other’s closeness. Clover seemed so fragile at times like this. So vulnerable Tank would’ve gladly kept him far away from the world that hurt him. But he knew that wasn’t a good way forward. Clover had proven himself, so Tank let him go after Pyro to seedy clubs, and took him with them when they investigated clues about Boar’s potential whereabouts.