14 Hunting Shark #3
Silverfin leaned closer, tongue darting out to lap at the tip.
Salty like the sea, like his seed after he'd found pleasure.
There was something particularly enticing about that taste, Silverfin decided as he licked him again.
Perhaps it was the memory of the pleasure he'd found at Hawk's hands and in his talented mouth.
Perhaps it was the anticipation of more.
Or perhaps it was the choked, needy groan that escaped Hawk's lips when Silverfin licked at him, Hawk’s breath teasing against Silverfin's hard cock in hot puffs as he lapped at him.
Silverfin stroked his fingers through the crimson hairs at the base of Hawk's cock, watching them curl against his skin.
He always enjoyed the way he could nearly feel the life thrumming in Hawk's cock when he wrapped his hand around its girth; now he thought he might even be able to see it, pulsing with his heartbeat. Silverfin traced his tongue along the ridges of the head of his lover’s cock, entranced by the velvet softness of his skin and the hardness underneath.
Curiously, he flicked the tip at the little stretched tight ridge of skin just under the head, repeating the motion as Hawk's cock jerked in his grasp.
"Jesus Christ," Hawk gasped, before filling his mouth with Silverfin's cock, drawing on him hungrily.
His efforts were, Silverfin quickly discovered, filled with an enthusiasm and desperation that escalated the more he sucked at Hawk himself, something that he certainly wanted to encourage.
He would have remarked delightedly on this apparent win-win situation were he not so delectably occupied with sucking at Hawk's cock, pressing his tongue against the shaft as his lips slid down the length of him to meet his hand.
Even without the slick hunger of Hawk's mouth on his cock or his groans vibrating through Silverfin’s body, this would still be a wonderful undertaking, Silverfin decided.
He'd suspected as much, of course, from how much pleasure Hawk took from the act.
Having his mouth full of Hawk-cock was almost as wonderful as having said magnificence in his ass, the hardness of Hawk's shaft rubbing slick over his lips and against his tongue.
There was something powerful about being in control of Hawk's pleasure, and simultaneously worshipful, as if nothing in the world was more important than pleasing him.
He stroked his free hand down Hawk's side and over his cheek, curling his fingers in his hair.
It was something that always encouraged Hawk, and seemed to even more now.
Hawk groaned, throat tight around his cock as he swallowed around him, fingers kneading Silverfin's ass.
He pressed the length of one finger between Silverfin's ass cheeks, rubbing against him, leaving Silverfin gasping and uncertain of whether to rock deeper into his mouth or press back against the tease of penetration.
He moved his hand up from the base of Hawk's cock to cradle his balls, rubbing his fingers against the soft, sensitive skin, satisfied at the choked, needy moan that vibrated from Hawk's throat, around his own cock.
Silverfin was completely intoxicated, caught in this loop of pleasure given and received.
Hawk's fingertip pressed into him, massaging him slowly and exquisitely, and Silverfin began to feel the now-familiar crest of his pleasure tease at his nerves, threatening to sweep him away.
Would Hawk enjoy having Silverfin's fingers inside him, he couldn't help but wonder? He pressed his fingers curiously against the soft skin behind Hawk’s balls, rubbing gently.
He didn't expect the way it would make Hawk's hips jerk, bucking helplessly into his mouth.
Suddenly, Silverfin's mouth was filled with sea-salt, thick and hot, and though he half choked in surprise, the press of Hawk's fingers and his muffled cry of pleasure was enough to draw him up the peaking wave of pleasure, crashing and tumbling into orgasm with him.
Silverfin pulled back from Hawk’s cock, trying to catch his breath and continue to lick him at the same time.
He carded his fingers through Hawk's hair, the ecstasy of orgasm fading into a warm sense of satisfaction and delight.
Laughing softly, he nuzzled the damp curls circling Hawk's cock, pressing a kiss to the base. "Mine."
Hawk chuckled, breath hot against Silverfin's thigh. "Oh, it is, is it?"
Silverfin drew his tongue up the length in answer, smirking as Hawk shuddered, as another few drops of spend dripped from the head of his cock. He licked them up. "Yes. And I'm going to do this again."
"I suppose I could be agreeable to that." Grinning, Hawk moved, turning to find Silverfin's mouth with his own. "Since you seem to be so thirsty for it."
Silverfin briefly thought of arguing that if he was thirsty, Hawk must be doubly so. But he was satisfied just to melt into Hawk's kisses, letting Hawk pull him into the warm strength of his arms where he was happy to drift off to sleep.