Chapter 15 #2
“Good boy,” Theo said softly. “Now, lie back and pay attention to what I do.”
George whimpered at the Good boy comment, but he did as Theo said, lying back, his arms at his sides while Theo began inching his way down George’s body, dropping kisses on George’s smooth skin as he went.
When he reached George’s cock, George moaned again, parting his thighs, and Theo settled into the space.
He smoothed his hands over George’s inner thighs, spreading him wide before lowering his head to nuzzle at George’s crotch, his belly twisting with lust when he realised the front of George’s thin linen drawers was soaked.
He was leaking again, just like last time.
So desperate, Theo thought hazily, his cock throbbing almost painfully.
“Christ,” he whispered, transfixed. “You’re such a needy boy.
” He lightly traced the hard length of George’s shaft through the damp linen and George groaned helplessly, his hips twisting and arching even as he kept his hands fisted by his sides.
Theo took a firm hold of George’s hips, stilling his movements, then rubbed his cheek against George’s shaft, before mouthing at the head of his cock through the thin fabric.
His head swam with the pleasure of it—the mingled sensations of scent and touch and taste.
George’s bittersweet flavour on his tongue.
“Let’s get these off,” Theo rasped, rising up on his knees to undo the fastenings of George’s drawers before tugging them down over his hips and all the way off. George’s cock was dripping, a sticky, glistening thread connecting the flushed head to the flat plane of his belly.
“Oh God,” George breathed. “Theo. Please.”
“Be patient,” Theo replied, his voice hoarse. “You’ll get what you need when I decide to give it to you.”
Taking hold of George’s perfect prick, he delicately stroked him, just once, relishing George’s full-body shudder and the desperate, pleading noise he made. “Oh God,” George gasped, “I’m not even going to last a minute. Please, Theo.”
Theo ignored that. “You’ve not to come till I tell you. Understand?”
George whimpered.
“Do you understand, George?” Theo repeated more firmly, but with a note of faint amusement in his tone.
This time George nodded frantically. “I’ll try,” he whispered, fervently.
Satisfied, Theo bent his head, licking a long, slow stripe up George’s hard length, loving the guttural, urgent groan that provoked. Then he set about his task in earnest—teaching George how to make a man come with his mouth.
He started gently, licking and nibbling around the flared head before engulfing it in his mouth and slowly working his way to taking the whole shaft into his throat.
He let it be messy and wet, and unpretty, let himself gag noisily when George helplessly arched his hips, making his cock prod insistently at the back of Theo’s throat.
“Sorry!” George gasped when Theo choked. He pulled out, but Theo just laughed and leaned back in, relishing the man’s disbelieving groan of pleasure as Theo took his shaft back into his throat, just as deep as before.
George’s hands were in white-knuckled fists at his sides. “Theo,” he groaned. “I’m going to—Please, please can I come? Please?”
Theo pulled off him briefly. “Yes. Do it now,” he rasped, then quickly swallowed George back down.
He was just in time too. George came in an unholy rush, his spend flooding Theo’s mouth, making him choke a little.
Theo stayed where he was, though, gripping George’s hips when he tried to pull back, wanting all of it.
All the graceless mess of it, and all the heedless pleasure too.
He swallowed once, twice, uncaring of the messy trail that spilled from the side of his mouth.
Then he eased off, wiping the remnants of George’s climax from his chin as he sat back on his heels.
George was breathing heavily, one arm slung over his face. It felt like forever before he finally spoke. “God,” he breathed. “That was…” He trailed off.
Roughly, Theo said, “It must have been all right. You nearly choked me.”
Slowly, George moved his arm away. “Oh, hell,” he said. “Did I? It just felt so—so bloody good.” He gave a nervous laugh.
An unexpected wave of relief rushed through Theo. It seemed that George was not eaten up with regret. Not yet anyway.
“Is it my turn now?” George asked, levering himself up onto his elbows. He gazed up at Theo, his gaze glimmering in the darkness. Softly, he added, “Will you tell me what you’d like?”
“Honestly?” Theo husked.
“Please.”
“I’d like to feed you my cock. While you lie there, and take it.”
George hitched a breath at his frank words. Then he cleared his throat, a nervous sound. “All right. How do you want me? Like this, or…?”
“Just like this,” Theo murmured, rising up on his knees. “On your back, lying still and good, while I fuck your pretty mouth.” He smiled. “How does that sound to you?”
George swallowed audibly. “It sounds—” He broke off, then tried again, his voice cracking on the words. “Yes, I want that. I want you to use me however you need, Theo.”
And there it was again, that glimpse into George’s deeper desires that Theo had already guessed at.
“I want you to use me…”
Urgent lust thrummed through Theo. He shifted further up the bed, stroking himself with one hand as he moved into place, before leaning in and letting his achingly hard prick brush over George’s wickedly full lips.
George opened his mouth on a groan, his tongue sliding wetly, inexpertly, over the head of Theo’s cock, and all Theo could do was moan with pleasure and slowly press further in, allowing the warmth of George’s mouth to envelop him, inch by inch.
In his restricted position, George could control nothing, but still he managed to show his eagerness, opening his mouth wide and arching up, working Theo’s flesh with his tongue.
As Theo repeatedly pressed in and drew out of his mouth, going a little deeper each time, George moaned, seeming almost drunk on the pleasure.
Theo stroked George’s cheek as he slowly worked his cock in, marvelling at George’s eagerness and lack of self-consciousness. He watched with a kind of awed wonder, as George took Theo all the way in, to the root, whimpering with pleasure when Theo began to slowly fuck in and out of his mouth.
Theo wanted it to last forever but his pleasure built quickly and his climax, when it came, crashed through him with startling intensity, tightening all the muscles in his body.
Tiny lights sparked in his vision, and blood roared in his ears as George gracelessly swallowed his release.
Finally, Theo withdrew and collapsed onto the pallet beside George, dazed.
After a little while—seconds? Minutes?— he realised George was talking.
“—seemed to enjoy that.”
“What?” Theo slurred. He shook his head. “Sorry. My brainbox hasn’t recovered yet.”
George laughed softly. “Not bad for a novice then?”
“Not bad for anyone,” Theo said, smiling. He closed his eyes, exhausted now. “I’ll get up in a minute and get a cloth to clean us up with.”
“I’ll get it,” George murmured. The pallet shifted. Theo heard the splash of water. And then George was back, kneeling beside him on the pallet.
“This’ll be cold,” he warned, before swiping a wet cloth over Theo’s belly and crotch. And yes, it was cold, but George’s hand was gentle. Gentle in a way that felt strangely alien to Theo.
When he was done, George pulled the blanket back over Theo, then rose again. As he crossed the attic, a floorboard creaked under his foot.
More splashing as he washed himself.
Theo felt loose and contented. Warm under the blanket. He couldn’t keep his eyes open
By the time George made it back to the bed, he’d already drifted off.