STAY #4
Their lips wrap around my cock and slowly take me in as deep as they can go without deepthroating.
To be honest, kind of glad they aren’t even attempting it because this is already going to end on a borderline embarrassingly fast note.
If they tried to deep throat me, I’d probably explode on the first gag.
The room is silent except for the mewls they’re pulling out of me, and the slick sounds of their perfect mouth working me over.
Their hand joins the fray, wrapping around the base of me to help jack the part of my shaft their mouth isn’t covering, and that tingling in my spine is screaming for a release that’s coming at me way too fucking fast.
“Fuck pretty, I’m not gonna last,” I grunt out in warning.
Qiang’s eyes meet mine, and it’s the sight of them, with their lips wrapped around my cock, their face hazed out with the pleasure they’re getting from sucking me off, and the wild desire burning in their eyes for more, that has my orgasm busting free with barely a shouted ‘coming’ before I unload in their mouth.
They reach their hand up and thread their fingers through mine to anchor me to them while I fall to pieces. Never really been into the sentimental side of a good orgasm, but somehow, linking my fingers with theirs is probably the most intimate moment of my life.
I don’t know how long it takes for gravity to have some semblance of meaning again. My chest aches with the pleasure of Qiang making me come undone, and the pain of wanting more, more, more. I can’t even pretend like I’m not devastatingly pent up since my cock is already trying to wake back up.
But more than anything, it’s the cocky smile on Qiang’s face.
Their satisfaction at making me fall apart at the seams, and then helping put me back together.
The desire still swimming in their eyes for more of what they’ve already accomplished, and for receiving the pleasure they must know is coming their way.
And with that, I haul them up while breathing out a heady, “I want,” until their cock is hovering above my mouth.
Because I honestly can’t think of a single thing more important to life than to have their cock in my mouth.
Right. Fucking. Now. With that, I wrap my arms around their waist and tug them down enough to swallow their cock whole.
“Oh my fucking god, Marcus,” Qiang shouts in ecstasy, not whines, not moans, not cries out loudly. No, they fucking shout it, like their whole body is dying from the rapture of having their cock buried down my throat.
I can’t really see their face from this position, but the sound of their voice tells me the cocky look on their face has been replaced with ecstasy.
They start to fall into me until their body weight shifts. They reach out and use the headboard to hold onto as they sit up a bit, giving me better access as they ride my mouth. I wrap my hands around their thighs to help steady them.
Their body bounces around me, their cock filling my mouth, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more complete.
They cry out my name and buck wildly against me, and I’m so fucking hungry for it all.
Their cries devolve into a series of desperate moans and whines, and I slowly reach out a finger to graze it across their hole.
It’s the final straw for Qiang, a final cry of defeat before their body spasms and they shoot their cum down my throat.
Unsurprisingly, it’s the best taste I’ve ever had.
Everything about them is literally my favorite thing, from their snarky attitude to their terribly off-key singing, to the spicy sweetness of their kiss to the salty tang of their cum, there’s nothing short of perfection in all of it.
Bracing my legs on the bed and my grip on Qiang’s thighs, I earn a most unflattering scream of apprehension from Qiang when I propel us forward until their back bounces on the bed and I’m hovering above them.
Before they can unleash the scolding from the position change scare that I know is coming, I lean down and capture their lips with my own.
“Stay?” I whisper breathlessly against their mouth.
“I live here too,” they huff out in an ‘obviously, where else am I gonna go’ tone.
I can’t help the laugh that escapes me before nudging their nose with mine, ghosting my lips above theirs.
“You know what I meant.”
Qiang leans up and kisses me deeply, a deep sigh moving from their chest into my mouth.
“I have no intention of leaving,” they say simply, once they pull away to catch their breath.
“No?” I ask skeptically.
Qiang shakes their head. “No, Marcus. Not anymore,” they reassure me.
And they don’t. The rest of the night, we stayed curled up in my bed. Mostly just talking, with a steady stream of touch and kisses between. Sometimes those kisses were simple, and sometimes they sparked a wildfire that could only be put out with a quick frot or handjob.
By the time we finally crashed, there were less than a handful of hours left before we’d have to get up and get ready to leave for the away game. But the lack of sleep doesn’t faze me. I’d easily take countless sleepless nights if it means spending them in Qiang’s arms.