5. Aidan #5
A shudder ran through him as his eyes went wide while I held myself in place, forcing my muscles to calm down and stop freaking out.
It had been a little while since I’d done it, and the guy before Mika hadn’t been as big, but I would be damned before I let my body’s dramatic habits get in the way of successfully showing the trick I hadn’t come close to learning, let alone mastering, when he had last known me.
Sliding back, I pushed forward again, fucking my throat on his dick as a strangled noise rose from his chest. His breathing caught every time I bottomed out on his dick, his eyes still wide as he watched me work him over from head to base.
My cock rubbed against the couch, sending irregular jolts of pleasure through me as I felt him somehow grow harder in my mouth.
“Aid-Aidan,” he ground out in a low voice, clearly as aware of our situation as I was.
I didn’t stop, though, not that I thought that was his intention.
One of his hands was on the back of my head, and his grip tightened to the point of pain, but I never stopped as his hips twitched up into my mouth every time I bottomed out.
His back was slowly arching, and with a gasp, he shoved his hand against his mouth and gave a muffled groan.
His cock twitched, the first spray hitting the back of my throat before I buried him in it again and felt every spurt down my throat.
His hand tightened on my head, the other clawing at the couch as I held onto him.
When the pulses finally stopped, I carefully pulled off, and even that was enough sensation to make him wince as the oversensitive skin slid along my tongue.
With a groan of anticipation, I leaned back, flopping against the other arm of the couch as I gripped my dick and stroked, knowing it wasn’t going to take long.
Never one to miss an opportunity, Mika leaned forward, and I winced. He stopped and cocked his head. “Still?”
He was referring to the other difficulty I had, which was…well, getting off if someone else was the one doing it for me. “Sorta, but—”
It wasn’t as much of a problem as it once was, not even close, but I was already so riled up with my thoughts spinning that I didn’t know if I wanted to risk it.
You could will your body into not freaking out with its gag reflex, but sheer will couldn’t make you calm down enough to get off.
Trust me, I had tried several times, and that only made it worse.
“Fair enough,” he said, and then his mouth was on my balls, his tongue sliding to my thighs, and my body practically exploded with the sensations.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathed out, my body going rigid. “Gonna—”
Then his mouth was over my dick, and I choked on the cry that threatened to wake up the whole outpost. His mouth slid down as I came in his mouth, groaning when despite all the sensation, I could still feel his tongue teasing the underside as if to coax more out.
I was left gasping and heaving, the taste of him on my tongue, and a sense of contentment warring with… something else.
“Some things change, eh?” he asked wryly as he leaned against the other arm, watching me in amusement. “Used to be that you couldn’t go more than a few inches before you’d feel like you were going to puke in my lap.”
“Things change,” I said.
“You are…so smug right now.”
“A little…okay, fine, I’m really smug right now,” I admitted with a laugh. “But hey, how often does someone get the chance to show off their new skills to someone who knew them when they were an amateur? You came so hard.”
“That I did,” he agreed. “Now what?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “We were just starting to be normal around each other, mostly, and now—”
“And now—”
“Thoughts and feelings,” I muttered.
“Huh?”
“Thinking aloud. Maybe…maybe we don’t have to agree on what’s going on right now. Maybe we can let ourselves…sit in our feelings and think about things before we decide what’s next.”
“We’ll have to face it sometime.”
“I don’t know who it would have been more ironic to hear that from,” I chuckled. “We’re both pretty bad at avoiding things.”
“Some things change…and some things deserve to change,” he said quietly.
“You won’t hear me disagree,” I said, looking him over and feeling another, albeit weaker in the face of my contentment, rush of desire as he lay there, his soft cock lying against his thighs, his body on display, and a sense of happiness about him despite the serious conversation.
“So we’ll just…wait, think, and then loop back around when we’re ready? ”
It wasn’t the greatest plan, and it was pretty vague, but he nodded. “And what if—”
“If we find ourselves naked again?” I asked, and I smirked. “We’ll take it as it comes.”
“I'm not sure I like this,” he said in a low voice, but then snorted. “But if you’re going to criticize a plan, you’d better be willing to offer an alternative.
Which…I can’t. So fine. We’ll run completely contrary to my nature and…
leave things as they are without getting into it until we’re ready. ”
“It really is a bad plan,” I chuckled, nudging his shin with my toes.
“So bad,” he chuckled, nudging me back.
And bad or not, for the moment, it felt good enough.