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The sheets tangled themselves around their long limbs and Kinn could hardly contain his laughter around the mouthful of sweet bread he was still trying to swallow. He nearly choked as Porsche suddenly rubbed his cheek against his thinly clothed crotch.
“Porsche—”
Porsche made little shushing noises against his rapidly hardening cock, his lips mouthing along the length from balls to tip through the fabric of his briefs.
Kinn groaned, reaching down and shoving the material down his legs. Even in the dim lighting under the sheets, he could see Porsche’s cheeky smile as he nuzzled Kinn’s now bare length and when those beautifully full lips wrapped themselves around the tip of his cock, Kinn could only throw his head back against the pillows.
Even though he wanted to shut his eyes and enjoy the sensation, the view was just as tempting: Porsche, hair still sleep-tousled, dark pink lips stretched thin to a paler pink around his thick cock, eyes hooded as he stared back up at Kinn. Kinn wanted to wreck him.
He grabbed a handful of that hair and tugged, just enough to make Porsche’s scalp sting without pulling him off. The other man moaned around his length, the vibrations sending tingles down his spine. “You love a little pain, don’t you?” he teased, moving to cup the back of Porsche’s head to ease him down.
Even though Porsche was new to blowjobs, the man was surprisingly adept at them. Slowly but surely, Kinn’s cock disappeared into that gorgeous mouth inch by inch until Porsche’s lips met his pelvis. Saliva pooled into a small puddle as the other man strained with focus.
“Breathe, baby,” he said softly, brushing back a few strands of hair from Porsche’s forehead. “You’re doing so well. Taking me so good.”
Porsche let out a small whimper, almost whining at the praise. God, he was perfect.
After a few seconds of adjusting, Porsche’s throat relaxed enough that he started easing off, at first just a few inches before swallowing Kinn back down. The slide of his tongue along Kinn’s cock was heavenly but when he finally eased back to just the tip, the curl of his tongue around the head was just sinful.
Kinn could feel sweat bead his forehead and gently moved the sheets until they were again bare in the warm bedroom. In the morning light, he could see that Porsche was still wearing pants and was palming himself through his slacks.
“Are you hard for me?” he asked, thrusting his hips up and catching Porsche by surprise. But that didn’t stop his lover from enthusiastically swallowing him whole again, clearly panting around his generous mouthful. “All from sucking my cock?”
He could feel more than see the way those words affected Porsche, the man’s throat visibly working as he tried to control his own desire. In a daring move, Porsche grabbed Kinn’s hand which had since slid down to caress his cheek and placed it back on top of his head. A blush had spread its way across his cheekbones.
Oh?
“Okay baby, relax your throat for me.”
Fingers tightening in Porsche’s hair, Kinn gradually began moving Porsche’s head up and down on his cock, reveling in the wet sounds that filled the morning air as his lover struggled to maintain composure. In this moment, there was just him and Porsche and their desire for one another.
Kinn could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching and he tried to hold off, to put it off a moment longer if only to enjoy the way his own casual control of Porsche was wrecking the other man, but then he noticed Porsche’s hips stutter near the foot of the bed and felt Porsche’s mouth slacken and realized that Porsche had just cum…just from sucking his cock. And Kinn only had so much self-control—no man could witness that and hold off. His hips stuttered and when he tried to pull Porsche off his cock, the other man gave a small shake of his head, and Kinn came straight down his throat.
Kinn gasped for breath, his heartbeat thundering in his ears as he watched Porsche swallow, the lines around his eyes that had previously been there now nowhere to be seen post-orgasm.
Slowly, almost reluctantly, Porsche eased himself off of Kinn’s gradually softening cock. Porsche wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled up at Kinn.
“Good?” he asked, his voice absolutely wrecked.
Kinn stared at him dumbfounded, chest heaving and not truly able to comprehend that this man was real, much less his. He pulled Porsche to him, smashing their lips together in a rough kiss and tasting himself on Porsche’s tongue.
“Perfect,” he whispered, smiling against those swollen lips.