Alargechunkofmuffin fell out of Dex’s mouth as his lips parted. He stared at Hammer without blinking.
“Like… now?”
The floor caved under Hammer as lead dropped down his stomach. “You’re not in the mood?” he asked in an attempt to save his dignity. Maybe Dex didn’t want this from him in the first place? Maybe all he desired was this mean fucking machine who didn’t seem to care what Dex wanted, and by offering to focus on giving him pleasure, Hammer had just spoiled everything?
Dex jumped to his feet, not minding the piece of muffin landing on the floor, and approached Hammer in quick steps. “Fuck yeah I’m in the mood,” he said and leaned in to kiss Hammer’s lips. The warmth of his mouth was like a spark of heat, and Hammer leaned against him, clutching at muscular flesh as he pushed back until they tipped over, landing on the bed. The way Dex’s strong body felt under him had already become familiar, and when the pale thighs opened to accommodate Hammer, he felt more at ease.
Sucking dick didn’t equal loss of control.
“I don’t know what prompted this, but you won’t see me complaining,” Dex said breathlessly, rocking against Hammer, already hard. His hair still smelled of the jasmine perfume he’d used back at home, and his body was oh so familiar by now. Always available to him. Always so warm and inviting.
“I don’t need prompting,” Hammer whispered, grabbing his lover’s hard cock and biting into his bare shoulder at the same time. Dex arched under him, uttering a low groan, but he’d seen nothing yet.
If this was to happen, Hammer needed to get to work fast, before doubts swallowed his courage, so he slid off the bed, kneeling on the plush rug while staring at the still-unfamiliar landscape of body hair and pale skin. He pulled on Dex’s legs, forcing him to slide to the edge of the mattress. From so close, the masculine scent of Dex’s arousal was impossible to ignore, and Hammer found himself following its musky aroma. He hadn’t previously paid any attention to Dex’s balls, but now that he was facing them, he overcame his inner barrier and teased the sac with his fingers.
Dex gasped, letting his head drop back while even his bruised shoulder tensed. “Oh fuck yes,” he whimpered, and Hammer was glad that Dex didn’t attempt saying any patronizing shit like you’re doing great, you can stop whenever you want. Like he didn’t know that. He might be the one about to give a blowjob, but that did not mean he wasn't in charge.
The lean thighs trembled on either side of his head when he squeezed a bit harder. He may have been tired before, but fatigue had evaporated in favor of a burst of adrenaline going straight to his dick.
So he decided to stop pussyfooting around and licked the head of Dex’s cock.
That was it, he’d now tasted another man’s pre-cum, and it fucking changed nothing while somehow boosting his desire to stop holding back. Nothing beyond the walls of this room had any bearing on what happened between him and Dex.
The taste was a bit salty, with a tinge of sour, and just enough sweetness to balance it out. So maybe it wasn’t the greatest flavor, and if cum itself tasted similar, he couldn’t imagine himself wanting to swallow, but it wasn’t in any way revolting either. Just a body fluid and yet another sign of his partner’s arousal. But the cockhead? Smooth and slick like the inside of a peach with plenty of syrup, it felt good on Hammer’s tongue, so he closed his eyes and took it in his mouth, sucking gently to get the hang of it.
And then it dawned on him that he’d never been repulsed bydick. What had put him off even thinking about this had been the idea of serving another man, the fear of being mocked and judged for it, or worse yet—forever labeled with dozens of derogatory terms.
But right now, with Dex, he felt in charge despite Dex tightening his fingers in Hammer’s wet hair. He didn’t pull, or force Hammer’s head down, just petted him while releasing the most arousing little moans.
Fuck yeah. Whether he drilled Dex’s hole or blew him, Hammer always felt like a sex god when they were together, and as Dex raised his hips, enjoying this ride, Hammer weighed his balls in one hand while tracing the cock up and down with his tongue.
It was such a strange thing to do after not even considering it for years, but now that he had Dex to please, the texture of skin and the flavor of him was starting to grow on Hammer. He closed his eyes and focused on what his other senses had to offer.
Dex reacted to the pleasure as if Hammer were water, and Dex, popping candy, and as Hammer stroked his thigh, enjoying how hot and hairy it was under his fingers, his dick twitched against Hammer’s tongue, stiff and ready. Another time, Hammer would grab the base of his dick, or make him wear a cock ring to prolong the teasing until Dex dissolved into a begging mess.
Because therewouldbe another time. He might not be shaking with pleasure from having his mouth stimulated, like some porn stories he’d read portrayed it from a woman’s perspective, but helovedwhat his touch was doing to Dex.
“Oh, oh, feels so good,” Dex whispered, grabbing Hammer’s hair hard enough to squeeze water out of it and send a rivulet down Hammer’s back.
“Yeah?” Hammer asked, flattening his tongue and lapping up the shaft while glancing at the flushed face. “What do you like most about it?”
Dex’s lip trembled, and he stared at Hammer, as if he were hypnotized by the tone of his voice. “You’ve got such a hot tongue. And just… your face there. Fuck, that’s such a turn on. You’re so fucking handsome, and then with a dick in your mouth… uh. So hot I’m gonna come any second.”
Hot claws of lust pushed into Hammer’s flesh as his head spun. His own dick was hard as the barrel of a gun, and he lowered his head, sucking in more and more of the length, until it hit the back of his throat, almost making him choke.
Dex’s was the only approval he needed.
Closing his eyes to focus on scent and flavor, he bobbed his head, stimulating the bottom part of the shaft with his hand. Now that he’d gotten used to the sensation of it entering him deep, to the foreskin moving in his fingers, and the musky taste at the back of his tongue, he committed to a pace, sucking Dex to the rhythm of his heartbeat.
Dex’s moans were shameless as he bent over Hammer, legs shivering, voice strained and raspy, and seeing his arousal splash over skin in the form of a bright flush was just as satisfying as watching him ride Hammer’s dick.
“I’m… I’m gonna come,” Dex warned, and while he held Hammer’s hair, his hand offered him enough slack to back away.
Hammer rose, grabbing Dex’s nape, and clashed their mouths together while his hand worked that delicious cock in anticipation of the grand finale. He barely got three seconds of it before Dex came, moaning into the kiss, jerking his hips, and covering Hammer’s hand with hot cum. Dex whimpered, his mouth eager and open to licks and bites like the perfect prey, and seeing him like this, when sweat and sex hung in the air, made Hammer’s dick even harder.
How had he lived without knowing how much he’d like this? It was insane.
As Dex fell back on the bed, pumped out, Hammer dropped next to him, taken by a growing need of his own, but since Dex was too overwhelmed to open his eyes, Hammer looked at the spunk covering his hand and gave it a lick.