Chapter Eleven #3
“Like what you see?” Damon’s lips quirked up at the expression on Xander’s face. Though it probably wasn’t just at how turned on he definitely looked. Xander experimentally rocked his denim-clad cock against Damon’s taut, flat abdomen, and felt his muscles flex in response.
“You know I do,” Xander retorted, and there was heat, but it lacked his normal teasing edge. He was done teasing—both Damon and himself.
“Come up here and kiss me,” Damon pleaded, and it was impossible to deny him.
Xander leaned out full length on Damon’s broad chest and kissed him.
They’d both been thinking about this for days, and the kiss turned wild almost instantly, Xander’s tongue slipping inside Damon’s mouth, curling around his lover’s.
Damon’s hands clamped over his hips, and ground Xander and his cock into his stomach in a slow rhythmic motion that left him seeing stars. “Stop,” Xander finally had to say, tearing his mouth from Damon’s. “If you keep this up this is going to be over way too quick.”
“So? We have all night. I made dinner reservations, but I’d much rather stay here, with you.”
“No argument here,” Xander said, still gasping a little as Damon’s hands continued tormenting him.
“What do you want?” Damon asked then, a hint of hesitancy in his tone.
He tried to act like this wasn’t all new to him, but it was.
Xander didn’t always like taking the upper hand, but while Damon was still figuring sex with guys out, he was perfectly happy to lead the way.
He shimmied down Damon’s body, dislodging his hands as he settled between his thighs.
His fingers opened the button of his jeans and slid the zipper down.
“I want this,” Xander said, sliding his jeans down and ghosting his palm over Damon’s cock. “Are you going to let me have it?”
Damon’s pupils were blown wide, his expression wavering between ecstatic and disbelieving. He nodded, swallowing hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
Xander took that as a green light, slid his jeans off the rest of the way, followed by his socks and then his boxer briefs.
“I’m going to suck your cock now,” he said, remembering how he’d promised himself that he’d continue the dirty talk that Damon had enjoyed so much last time.
It was a little more difficult to do that with his mouth full of dick, but he could do his best.
His eyes grew bigger, tracking every movement of Xander’s without blinking.
He was fully hard, curving a little toward his stomach, the tip damp with pre-come. Xander leaned down and licked up the underside, tongue curling around the tip.
“Holy fuck,” Damon exhaled.
Xander was under no illusions that this was the first blowjob Damon had ever received, but he was determined it would be one of the best ones.
He gave his cock a shallow suck and let go with a pop. “You have a really gorgeous cock,” Xander said, hand reaching up to stroke the length experimentally. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.”
Damon gave a short, humorless bark of laughter, and the thigh muscles under Xander twitched. “What was stopping you?”
It was clear it was a theoretical question, and Xander just smiled. “Nothing stopping me now.”
Damon’s hand reached down, cupping the back of his head, and Xander let his mouth be guided right back to his dick. Xander figured that was Damon’s way of saying there was enough time to do all sorts of dirty talk later, and that he wanted Xander’s mouth to be doing something other than talking.
Xander got the hint, and went to work, bobbing his mouth up and down in earnest, hand resting low to cup Damon’s balls.
He must have been doing a good job, because Damon kept groaning like he was killing him, and way too soon, he tugged hard on Xander’s hair.
He glanced up and Damon was sweating, breaths coming in short pants.
“I’m too close,” Damon said. Xander gave his cock a little flick of his tongue, and watched his head fall back to the bed, and he groaned loudly again.
It was just a few more strokes to finish him off, Xander letting his come pump onto his tongue. He swallowed and crawled up Damon’s chest. For a split second he forgot that Damon hadn’t done this before, and started to lean down so they could kiss.
Then he remembered, realizing that Damon might not be comfortable tasting his own come in Xander’s mouth. He hesitated, nearly pulling back, but Damon’s big hand returned to the back of his head and pulled him in the rest of the way.
They kissed for long minutes, Xander rocking almost subconsciously against Damon’s stomach, pleasure spiking through his veins. If the kissing bothered him, Damon didn’t show it once, instead he dove in, hands wrapping around Xander’s waist, sliding down toward his ass.
Finally Xander pulled up, knowing he needed some sort of relief. Just the thought of Damon’s hand wrapping around him again made him almost come in his pants.
“Can I try that too?” Damon asked, surprising the hell out of Xander.
“If you want to,” Xander said, trying to be casual. “It’s not required.”
“I want to,” Damon said stubbornly. “I’m not going to be very good, probably, but I still want to try it.”
Xander gave a short laugh. “Truthfully, it’s hard to give a bad blowjob.”
Rolling them over, Damon pulled off his tank, the way his abs flexed leaving Xander a little short of breath. He reached out, stroking them. “You’re so gorgeous.”
Damon smiled. “If you think so, I’m not going to argue. But you . . .” he was just finishing pulling off the rest of Xander’s clothes, “are so fucking hot.”
Leaning back on the headboard, Xander grinned. “Do your worst.”
Damon hesitated, just staring at Xander’s cock. There wasn’t much blood in his brain at the moment, which was probably why Xander had forgotten how he’d dirty-talked/coached him through the hand job the other night.
He could definitely do that again. It was hot as fuck, and they’d both enjoyed it.
“Lick the tip,” Xander said, and his eyes fluttered close as the pleasure radiated through him. “Yeah, just like that. Fuck, that feels good.”
Damon did it again, curling his mouth around the head, just the way Xander had. He didn’t know whether to be pleased or annoyed that Damon had been coherent enough to take mental notes. But it felt so damn good, any annoyance he did feel faded almost immediately.
“Slide it in your mouth,” Xander directed.
“Just as much as you feel comfortable. Use your hand for the rest.” It shouldn’t have felt so good and so hot to have Damon doing exactly what he was telling him to do—somehow the anticipation should have been less, since he knew what would happen—but somehow the pleasure doubled, tripled, multiplied beyond anything Xander had ever experienced before.
Damon was undeniably cautious as he took Xander’s cock in his mouth, curling his tongue right around the underside, and Xander’s vision whited out.
How could he have been disappointed in Damon not lasting longer, if he was liable to come much faster?
“God damn,” Xander exhaled slowly. “Do it again.”
Damon hadn’t even needed the direction, because he already was, taking Xander further, taking him down so good that it was hard to imagine that he hadn’t done this before.
Xander felt his orgasm building. He made the mistake to glance down to check on Damon, but all that did was give him the ball-busting image of Damon sucking his cock, blissful expression on his face, like this was all he had ever wanted.
And suddenly the oncoming orgasm wasn’t just a possibility but a certainty, roaring down the line like an out-of-control freight train.
“Damon,” Xander was barely able to squawk out to warn him. But Damon kept his mouth on his cock, clearly determined to duplicate Xander’s actions.
And then Xander couldn’t think at all, because the orgasm was blasting through him, the pleasure digging in with claws.
When he finally opened his eyes again, Damon was wiping his mouth, but he was smiling so brightly that Xander’s heart gave an agonized beat in his chest.
How could he keep reminding himself that eventually Damon would tire of his interlude when he seemed so god damned happy to be doing it? It was hard bordering on impossible.