Experiment 1.03 – Subject Wilde, L.
Title: Applied Deepthroat
Longitudinal Techniques and Legendary Throatplay
“Rude!” Luca mutters to himself as he scurries down the hallway from Finn’s sexy naked self. So what if he’d been exhausted? He’d been asleep with his sweet butt out, just begging for a smack. So what if Luca had been trespassing? It was still rude to growl and snarl. Even if Luca knew better.
Maybe he owed Finn an apology later.
Tell him he hadn’t been thinking because the beacons of cum-petition were lit, and Luca heard the call.
Humming Queen’s We Are the Champions under his breath, he dances down the stairs; nearly trips but saves it at the last minute, sliding into the main living space on slippery sock feet.
Sunday is tomorrow, after all, and with Rowan in acting class, Gideon immersed in his Daddy duties (Ha, he said doodies), Grayson in the Art House, and Finn being grouchy, that left Jay and Leo available to sample his wares.
Decisions, decisions.
Luca knows Jay is in the Studio, laying down the rest of the guide for their latest song for Long Road Home’s second anniversary album.
Luca had been in the booth for hours before he’d snuck away to find Rowan earlier…
or rather, he should have been emptying the dishwasher as he’d been tasked, according to Finn’s horribly detailed chore chart.
Sue him for getting distracted by Rowan’s sexy smirk and that tight white tank top, ribbed for everyone’s viewing pleasure (Look where it had got him, the ungrateful little shit. Grr).
Where Jay is still working, Leo is not. No. He had not been in the booth or anywhere but the nest, no doubt sleeping the sleep of the childless and unemployed.
Which he was most assuredly not.
Still, he is on tonight with the kids, so maybe he deserves a blowjob to help ease him into his life of dress-up, STEM, and spy games. Their kids are eclectic, and dads have to be prepared!
Leo hardly considers any of that to be “work,” of course–especially the dress-up.
Hmmm.
Maybe Jay is the one who needs the distraction.
Decision made, Luca does a hard turn and makes his way toward their home studio.
When Luca cracks the door an inch, he can see Jay in the booth, making notes with a pen on a lyric sheet.
His smile is wide when he spots Luca, and he waves him over, pressing the stop record button so Luca can open the door.
Yes, this is the best choice because never—not once since Luca had been introduced to his mate—had Jay ever not been happy to see him.
And he didn’t even know about the blowjob yet.
Luca runs and jumps up so Jay can catch him under the butt and lift him.
“I thought you were going to do your chores. Didn’t you find Rowan?”
He ignores the question for fear he’ll have to admit to not doing one instead of doing the other.
It’s easy with Jay’s hands under his skirt in the best way: fingers in along his crack, inside his panties, with one at his hole, checking for lube or someone else’s load.
It was always hot and entirely unconscious. It’s a habit they’ve had to work at breaking, since the kids are everywhere with big eyes, big ears, and bigger brains.
The question about the betrayer makes him scowl.
Jay laughs, dropping onto the old couch in the main office, the door to the booth wide open. This couch has seen a lot. So much so that Gideon has tried to replace it a hundred times in the last three years. But Jay wants nothing to do with it. Says it holds the memories of a lifetime of love.
Luca knows love is just another word for come, because its leather is permanently embedded with every mate’s scent layered over time.
It reminds Luca of why he’s here.
While Jay is a bit of a wild card when it comes to loyalty regarding the best blowy, Luca is confident he can swing his alpha’s favor in his direction.
After all, Luca has been blowing this alpha’s dick the longest, second only to Leo. Over a decade is a long time to learn what someone likes, and Luca is not above using those things to his advantage.
“Why the grumpy face? I can’t imagine Rowan didn’t have time for you.”
Rowan had time, alright. Time to rile him up and then piss him off.
Well. Luca will show him.
“He did, but he’s in class, and besides, you look like you could use a break.”
“I’m almost done here, and then I’m done for the day. I want to see the kids before naptime.”
“Surely you have time for me, too?” Luca pouts. “I miss you, Daddy.”
Jay’s eyes go wide. It’s been a bit weird to call Jay Daddy lately, as the kids have really started to use their titles more reliably. But Luca has missed it, if he’s honest, and by the look on Jay’s face, he has, too.
His cheeks might be pink, but his smirk says, fuck yes.
“I missed you, too, baby. Did you bring Daddy a special treat?”
Jay’s fingers are cool under the edge of Luca’s skirt and up the inside of his thigh.
He wants those fingers buried to the knuckle, stretching him open, teasing him until he begs—but his pride won’t let him cave.
Not yet. Not until he wins. So he clenches around nothing and tries to play it cool while his ass throbs with denial.
Fuck.
“I did.” Luca bites his lip, and he knows they’re already red and raw from sucking Rowan off earlier. “But Luca wants to take care of you, Daddy.”
Jay pulls him in for a rough kiss, licking deep to find the taste of Rowan. “Can still taste him on you.”
“Yeah? I can, too, but know what would be even better? Tasting you both.”
Jay grunts and pushes him slowly and inexorably down, down, down until Luca’s knees hit the floor between Jay’s feet. “Here, baby.” Jay offers him an old Spotify cushion they keep on the couch for just this reason.
“Thank you. Now, can I suck you? Wanna feel you in my throat. Wanna choke on it.”
“Take it out, baby, and don’t be shy.”
Luca is never shy about sucking dick, and that is probably how he finds himself on his knees for the second time this morning, with a monster dick stretching his mouth and burning in his throat.
It’s perfectly hot, and it lets him slip into that beloved space where feeling good means making others feel good.
Fuck, his life is perfect.
Arousal shoots like an arrow in his gut when he finally gets the monster head past the back of his tongue and into his throat. Sweet precome coats it all the way back until all Luca can taste is Jay.
All he can see is his Alpha, slouched on the couch like a fucking god, eyes half-mast, and the sharp tips of his fangs poking into his bottom lip.
Pulling off, Luca moans, sucking hard, before going back in for more.
“Oh, baby. Your mouth.” There is nothing to compare to the look of pure adoration and lust on his alpha’s face, and, mixed with the praise, Luca could come just from that alone. The pleasure is so pure and sharp.
Luca can’t stop the long, low moan when Jay pulls his hair and yanks him down while he pushes in again and again.
Growling and cursing and praising Luca’s mouth.
“So hot, baby…fuck, so tight. The way you swallow around me—fuck—just like that…”
Tears stream down Luca’s face. His nose runs, his throat burns, and he’s soaked through the front of his panties. But the overload of sensations doesn’t stop him from getting his hand around the bottom of Jay’s dick, so he can squeeze the growing knot there.
He could take Jay’s knot in his mouth—wants to, dreams about it, aches for it locked tight behind his teeth—but Jay won’t let him. Not after last time.
The knot had gotten too big. Luca’s jaw had locked, his throat had spasmed, and Jay had kept coming and coming, unable to soften for hours. Luca had drooled and gagged, and cried with how good it was.
He hadn’t been able to sing for days. They’d had to feed him smoothies, and Finn had been pissed at the potential for permanent injury.
But Luca hadn’t cared one bit—he’d been so fucked-out he’d begged Jay to sign his throat like a groupie, wearing the Sharpie mark over his Adam’s apple until it had finally, sadly, washed away.
“Sorry, baby. No knotting this pretty mouth,” Jay says, breathless and aching, voice thick with longing.
Luca pulls off with a wet pop and wraps both hands around Jay’s slick, throbbing cock. He jerks him fast, dirty, using both fists, tongue dragging over the head.
“Did you like knotting my mouth?” Luca pants, voice wrecked. “You like how full I was? How tight I got when I choked around it? You like shutting me up, Daddy? Shoving it so deep I couldn’t sass you if I tried?”
Jay groans—low, guttural. “Luc—fuck.”
“You make me feel so fucking dirty when you do that to me. Like I’m just your little cock-sleeve. Like you own my mouth.”
Jay twitches in his hands, his thighs shaking.
“I remember the first time you fucked me,” he whispers against the head, kissing it reverently. “How careful you were. How big you were. My hole was so tiny, Daddy. My first time, and you stretched me wide open.”
He sucks hard, slurping at the precome, eyes fluttering closed with a moan. “Then Leo fucked in beside you. Both of you. At the same time.”
Jay comes at the memory of the virginal, twinky Luca taking two cocks in their studio, crying with pleasure and pain and begging for more. “Fuck! Fuck.”
But Luca isn’t done. “Was so full. You’re bigger now. Do you think I could do it again? For my birthday? Please, Daddy.”
Seconds later, Jay comes again, so hard he hunches over Luca’s head as Luca goes in for the last load, dragging his teeth over the crown and biting gently at that special spot under the head.
He sucks and sucks until Jay moans. Pulling him off by the hair, Luca slides a come-soaked hand under his skirt so he can get two fingers in his hole and come.
It’s. So. Good.
“Fucking hell. That was insane.”
Luca can’t answer—he’s floaty and safe and winning.