Epilogue #2
Scott thought about Thomas’s tongue against his own.
That thought turned into desire, which turned into desperation.
Scott blamed Thomas for making him think of his body parts as separate, and in that moment, as amazing as it felt to be licked and sucked between his legs, he was jealous of his arsehole.
“Thomas…”
Thomas hummed between his legs, clearly enjoying himself too much, missing the fact Scott had called him Thomas and not Beast.
“I need you to kiss me.”
Thomas pulled his tongue out of Scott’s arse. He kissed Scott’s hole, pressing his lips against the twitching skin with a firm smack.
Scott bared down, wanting more, wanting his tongue back inside him.
“No,” he said, more to himself than Thomas. “I need you to kiss me, Thomas.” He ran his tongue over his dry lips. “On the mouth. I need you to kiss me properly.”
Scott had spent over a decade learning what men liked, what made them desperate, and their eyes dilate, their cocks start jerking with next to no stimulus, but it confused the hell out of him to find out he had his own turn-ons, ones he didn’t understand, and Thomas pushing his tongue into Scott’s mouth was one of them.
Thomas got up from the bed and switched off the camera.
“I’m sorry,” Scott blurted. “I didn’t mean to –”
“Don’t you dare. We got plenty, Scott.”
He undid the belts across Scott’s stomach and chest, then wiped away the fresh cum and the leftovers from the lolly with the sheet.
“Thomas.”
“Almost done,” he said, before removing the cuffs on Scott’s wrists.
As soon as they were gone, Scott sat up, attempting to climb onto Thomas’s lap. Scott kissed Thomas’s smug smile, demanding entrance, but more than he wanted into Thomas’s mouth, he wanted Thomas in his.
“Kiss me back, you bastard.”
Thomas parted his lips and pushed his tongue into Scott’s mouth.
Scott let out a pleased moan, so Thomas did it again, pulling it all the way out only to stab it back into Scott’s mouth, fucking him with it until Scott couldn’t take it anymore. He took Thomas’s hand, slipping from the bed, and yanked so Thomas would follow.
They ended up in Thomas’s bed with Scott on top, leaning down to keep chasing Thomas’s tongue. Thomas denied him, turning his mouth away, pressing his lips together, all while smiling, but as soon as he opened up, their dynamic began to change.
Scott had all the experience when it came to this. He reached between them, pressing Thomas’s cockhead against his entrance, and bore down to take him inside.
“Fuck,” Thomas grunted, when Scott’s body swallowed his head.
Only the head, Scott didn’t go any further.
Thomas looked down where they joined. They’d not gone this far before, but then again, Thomas hadn’t eaten his arse before.
It was a day of firsts, but this one was huge for Thomas.
The first time always was.
“Why have you stopped?”
“I want you to be sure.”
Thomas nodded. “I’m sure.”
He rested his hands on Scott’s hips, not pulling him down but holding him.
Scott scrunched his eyes shut, unable to continue.
“Hey…” Thomas said softly. “What’s going on?”
Scott didn’t know how to explain it to him.
What was a first for Thomas could’ve been a thousandth for him.
Whatever he said to Thomas, he had said to someone else, to help them achieve climax.
Whatever Thomas said to him, he would’ve heard it before from someone else, breathy and in his ear.
The man beneath him wasn’t the only Thomas he’d been with.
Thomas’s virginity wasn’t the first virginity he had taken either.
It wouldn’t be the first time he was saying that name while having sex, and he wouldn’t be the first Thomas chanting Scott’s name back at him.
All this swirled in Scott head, weighing him down in despair.
It wasn’t fair that Scott from the past was taking away from his present self.
Thomas shifted beneath him, but Scott didn’t open his eyes. He sank his teeth into his bottom lip.
“Hey….”
Scott’s face crumpled further.
“Open your eyes," Thomas said.
Scott shook his head.
Thomas didn’t push him, but he shifted again. Scott moved with him, keeping the head of Thomas’s cock inside himself but not allowing any more in. He knelt, and he could tell Thomas had sat up; his hands had gone from Scott’s hips, no doubt behind him on the bed to keep himself upright.
Thomas kissed Scott’s collarbone, but even that wasn’t enough to push away the memories of all the others. Then Thomas licked his way up Scott’s throat with that forked tongue, and he started to melt.
Scott sighed, allowing his body to sink down another itch onto Thomas’s cock.
Thomas paused to breathe against Scott’s throat, then repeated the move.
Scott concentrated on the feel of Thomas’s tongue because that was completely unique.
Scott had never felt a tongue like Thomas’s before.
He had got the split as far back as he could, and could move the left and right side independently, simultaneously.
Scott groaned, slipping down another inch when Thomas licked over his Adam’s apple.
Thomas cursed softly, then licked his way up to Scott’s jaw, swiping the tips of his tongue against the long scar.
“Shift back,” Scott whispered.
Thomas didn’t say anything, and Scott wasn’t ready to open his eyes.
“So you’re against the headboard,” Scott explained when nothing happened. “I want you sitting up like that so I can kiss you.”
Thomas moved, and Scott went with him, shuffling on his knees, never letting Thomas slip completely out of him. Thomas’s hands returned to Scott’s hips, holding on.
Scott tipped his head forward, leaning down, seeking Thomas’s mouth out blindly. Thomas must’ve had his eyes open though, making sure that when they touched, it was lips against lips.
Thomas opened up immediately, and Scott sank inside, finding the forked tongue waiting.
They kissed long and slow, Scott never able to predict the movement of Thomas’s tongue.
Sometimes Thomas pressed the tips together, opening them up around Scott’s tongue, flexing them from both sides.
Other times he angled his head, almost at ninety degrees, and Thomas’s tongue was both on top and underneath his own.
“I love the way you kiss me,” Scott murmured, smearing their lips together. He gripped the back of the headboard for leverage and sank himself down the rest of Thomas’s length, catching Thomas’s moan in his mouth. “I love it so fucking much.”
Scott’s movements were fluid, well practised. It was too easy to slip into his old ways, resort back to relying on cues of what to do next. Thomas’s fingers tightened, digging into his skin, his kiss lost all coordination and he was breathing harder and faster.
Scott tore his mouth away, finally opening his eyes.
This wasn’t any man, it was his man, his Thomas, and he wasn’t going to let his past ruin the experience of having him for the first time.
“Scott…”
Thomas gazed at him, his eyes both hooded. Scott wrapped his hand around the back of Thomas’s neck, pulling him into a kiss without disrupting his rhythm. He knew how to ride; he knew how to roll his hips and snap his pelvis forward and back.
But every time he started to slip back into routine, he bullied his way into Thomas’s mouth. He tasted him and tangled his tongue with Thomas’s. He stole his moans, letting them vibrate through him.
Thomas dug his nails into Scott’s skin, the first warning that he was about to come.
Scott stopped kissing him, looking down at the hands on his body while he continued to move. Thomas had snake-print nails again, recently redone, and Scott had been there with him.
He trailed his eyes up Thomas’s fully tattooed arm; there was a scratch at his elbow where he’d been caught by a thorn when they’d walked around the lake; thankfully, no swan had attacked them that day.
Scott buried his nose in Thomas’s neck, breathing him in. He smelled of Thomas and Black Opium. After Thomas admitted he liked the scent, Scott had squirted it on himself and left an imprint of the smell on Thomas whenever he pressed up against him.
“I want to see you,” Thomas whispered in a rush. “Let me see you.”
Scott pulled away from Thomas’s neck and looked at him, seeing past the lime-green snake lens, seeing Thomas, and letting Thomas see him.
Thomas shut his eyes as he came, grunting, while Scott slowed his pace and clenched his hole, squeezing on Thomas’s length.
Thomas thumped his forehead to Scott’s collarbone. “Jesus, that…that felt amazing.”
“Really?”
“Yes, Scott, really.” Thomas chuckled against Scott’s skin before lifting his head.
Scott had heard those words before, so many compliments and comments. They were white noise in the back of his head, spitting with static.
“I love you.”
Those words, though, they silenced them all.
No one had ever said those words to Scott before, and he smiled, kissing Thomas for speaking them, kissing him harder for feeling them.
“I love you too.” Scott beamed. “Even if you’re a sick bastard at times.”
Thomas laughed. “Face it, sex toys and control taste so much better than plain old vanilla.”
“You’ve corrupted me.”
“I fucking hope so,” Thomas replied, dragging Scott into another, longer kiss.