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Hanging by a thread [8/10]

[(Anonymous)]

But then Desmond swallowed, and he was proven wrong, oh so vary wrong... The American's throat constricted around the tip of the Brit's cock, extricating a cry of pleasure from the redhead, taking this as a cue Desmond pulled back again, setting up a steady back and forth rhythm that would bring Shaun to climax. Moving gradually and deliberately, making sure to take as much of Shaun as he could on the down stroke, Involuntary making short gagging noises every time Shaun's cock slid passed his tonsils. Shaun suddenly had the urge to lace his fingers into Desmond's hair, but the hood made that impossible, so he sated himself with gripping the sheets of his previously perfectly made bed.

Unable to cope with the slow pace Desmond was taking, Shaun thrust forward into Desmond's mouth, receiving an annoyed grunt, and hooded chocolate eyed glare, but Desmond didn't protest any further, simply tilting his head and taking it, working with Shaun to find a pace that both could agree on, switching to a passive role as he allowed the historian to fuck his mouth. Enjoying the hot slide of hard flesh over his tongue, trying to keep his mouth and throat loose and relaxed, so he didn't choke.

Not that he was allowed to go at his own pace; it didn't take long for Shaun to find release in the ex-bartender's oral cavity. Out of courtesy he tried to give him a little warning, but when he tried to find his voice, all that the Brit managed was a long moan as he lost control, shooting his load into the other's mouth.

Strangled choking noises came from under the white hood, and when Desmond raised his head Shaun could see why. Cum was dripping from his lips and smeared across his cheek, like he had tried to pull away but hadn't been fast enough. Giving the other another slightly irritated glance, Desmond sat up, taking a moment to stretch his back, and wipe the cum off his cheek with the back of his hand.

The sexual tension abated for now, Shaun started feeling a little awkward about the next step, unsure if Desmond would just leave, or if the ex-bartender had more in mind. “So… is that it?” Shaun asked, a very big part of him hoping that he would receive a no.

“It can be,” Desmond shrugged, “but you did save my life, so rightfully, all this belongs to you” he corrected gesturing to himself, rolling over onto his stomach and leaning forward to show off his ass, “if you want to take it that is..” he added, giving his rear-end a little shake as if it wasn't already obvious what he meant.

“A-are you sure Desmond… ” Shaun asked, struggling to regain his breath from that fantastic blowjob, taking a moment to regain his composure before adding, “I don't want you giving me something like this if you feel it's just because you have to.”

Desmond's brows furrowed, his attitude of playful subjection suddenly taking a very different turn. Not taking his eyes from Shaun's, he crawled over to where the historian was, pushing him down on the covers and sitting on his hips.

“What if I told you that I wanted this?” Desmond asked, leaning over the historian, some strange form of anger written all over his face. “What if I've wanted this from the first time we met? You snarky British bastard who supposedly hates my guts, yet somehow felt he needed to risk his own life to save me. What then?”

Shaun didn't answer, unsure if Desmond's questions were rhetorical or not, the American leaned farther in, till their lips were only centimetres apart, and whispered; “Because if you really care about what I want, you'll put that delicious cock of yours inside me, and fuck me into this bed 'till I pass out again.”

The next few minutes found Desmond on his knees, face buried in the sheets, his jeans and underwear lying forgotten by the bed. The American's legs spread apart as far as possible while maintaining his balance. The sound of the popcap on a lube bottle opening came from somewhere behind him, followed by the slick sticky sounds of the lube, (originally only purchased for masturbatory purposes) being poured over fingers.