They weren’t thinking clearly, that was true—something was driving them past discomforts, plowing right over any reluctances, but Desmond was still pretty sure it was impossible for anything to be more perfect than this.
They quieted beautifully, each happily occupied while being serviced at the same time. Desmond wasn’t sure he was in the optimal position, though. Shaun could face-fuck him if he pleased, though Desmond could encourage him by pulling him down, but Shaun again had most of the control in sucking. His hands held Desmond down sometimes, until it was unbearable not having the option to thrust up into that hot mouth.
Being on his back offered Desmond a few unique openings. His saliva and the pre-come coating his tongue pooled at the back of his throat, and he finally had to swallow. The contraction of his throat muscles coaxed the cock head into his throat and held it snug there a moment before releasing. Though it was muffled around Desmond’s own length, Shaun made the most honest and grateful noise he’d probably ever made in his life.
“Blood hell, Desmond,” Shaun sighed. “I know there’s something driving us to do it, but are you sure this is your first time?”
He was almost back into a rhythm when Shaun shifted and his cock neatly slipped from Desmond’s mouth. He lifted his head to follow it and found he couldn’t, had to desperately lap at what came within reach until Shaun realized and lowered his hips. “Could ask you the same,” he said before Shaun slid past his waiting lips.
Desmond’s orgasm came out of nowhere, like it had been drawn up from deep within or somewhere far away without him noticing. He moaned in surrender around Shaun’s cock, felt hands holding him down throughout as Shaun swallowed him and refused to let up until Desmond once again lay back on the bed, exhausted. And Shaun was still softly licking him, cleaning away every last drop, when he grunted and Desmond was finally rewarded with a serving of thick, salty fluid. He opened as wide as he could and raised his hands to cup Shaun’s ass, gently urging him down as he released and thrust into the back of Desmond throat.
The sounds of leisurely sucking faded as the thoughtless desire washed out of their systems. At last Shaun rolled to the side, falling against his bed. They caught their breath and didn’t speak for a while.
“Are you,” Desmond said to the ceiling, “are you, uh. Clean?”
The comforter at Desmond’s feet moved as Shaun nodded. “Yes. You?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh. Good.”
It'd probably have been weird to say something about enjoying it. “At least the girls got out,” said Desmond, avoiding the similar but entirely different At least the girls were out.
“And it doesn’t seem to be coming back,” Shaun added, keeping to the theme of statements they could both agree on.
“Gesundheit, Shaun,” Desmond said with a deep sigh. Shaun’s bed was surprisingly comfortable.
Sneezes and Other Physiological Responses [5/5]
They quieted beautifully, each happily occupied while being serviced at the same time. Desmond wasn’t sure he was in the optimal position, though. Shaun could face-fuck him if he pleased, though Desmond could encourage him by pulling him down, but Shaun again had most of the control in sucking. His hands held Desmond down sometimes, until it was unbearable not having the option to thrust up into that hot mouth.
Being on his back offered Desmond a few unique openings. His saliva and the pre-come coating his tongue pooled at the back of his throat, and he finally had to swallow. The contraction of his throat muscles coaxed the cock head into his throat and held it snug there a moment before releasing. Though it was muffled around Desmond’s own length, Shaun made the most honest and grateful noise he’d probably ever made in his life.
“Blood hell, Desmond,” Shaun sighed. “I know there’s something driving us to do it, but are you sure this is your first time?”
He was almost back into a rhythm when Shaun shifted and his cock neatly slipped from Desmond’s mouth. He lifted his head to follow it and found he couldn’t, had to desperately lap at what came within reach until Shaun realized and lowered his hips. “Could ask you the same,” he said before Shaun slid past his waiting lips.
Desmond’s orgasm came out of nowhere, like it had been drawn up from deep within or somewhere far away without him noticing. He moaned in surrender around Shaun’s cock, felt hands holding him down throughout as Shaun swallowed him and refused to let up until Desmond once again lay back on the bed, exhausted. And Shaun was still softly licking him, cleaning away every last drop, when he grunted and Desmond was finally rewarded with a serving of thick, salty fluid. He opened as wide as he could and raised his hands to cup Shaun’s ass, gently urging him down as he released and thrust into the back of Desmond throat.
The sounds of leisurely sucking faded as the thoughtless desire washed out of their systems. At last Shaun rolled to the side, falling against his bed. They caught their breath and didn’t speak for a while.
“Are you,” Desmond said to the ceiling, “are you, uh. Clean?”
The comforter at Desmond’s feet moved as Shaun nodded. “Yes. You?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh. Good.”
It'd probably have been weird to say something about enjoying it. “At least the girls got out,” said Desmond, avoiding the similar but entirely different At least the girls were out.
“And it doesn’t seem to be coming back,” Shaun added, keeping to the theme of statements they could both agree on.
“Gesundheit, Shaun,” Desmond said with a deep sigh. Shaun’s bed was surprisingly comfortable.
He could almost hear Shaun roll his eyes.
“Oh, fine. Bless you, Desmond.”
ahaha, oh god what.Thanks for reading~