“Tom, just ‘cause you’re a few years older than me doesn’t mean you’re my sugar daddy”
“You make it sound as if I was only two years older than you”
It works like this:
When the sun goes down, Tom dresses him - in silk, cotton, cashmere - and brings him around town: clubs, bars, restaurants, yachts; nighttime all lit up and glimmering around them in luscious, old-money wealth.
When the sun comes up, Tom sails him out to the middle of grand lakes, takes him to verdant fields that seem to go forever, high towers made of glass and platinum in downtown, cabins in dew-slick forests - places people only go to when their one hand is born holding a silver spoon.
It’s the in-betweens that Chris knows Tom does it for - the quiet, dark moments with his glimmering eyes and sharp smile as he has Chris get on his knees, slide down the zipper on his trousers with his teeth and suck Tom’s cock down with a moan and a half.
Now THIS IS FUCKING LIKE IT.
His knees were weak, numb from kneeling so long and shaking from the effort to keep his body held upright. Tom’s eyes were glazed over and a lopsided smile spread across his face, three fingers sticking out of his mouth as he sucked them clean. Chris could feel his dick twitch with the effort to get it up again, but three times in one night was already pushing it—a fourth would probably break something.
Tom sucked until his cheeks hallowed and hummed around the digits in his mouth, closing his eyes to savor the taste and Chris could imagine what his tongue was doing, sliding up and down his fingers, spreading them just enough to get in between and clean them up. He only pulled them out when he knew he got every drop of cum off them. Chris watched for a second, waiting to see Tom’s Adam’s apple bob with the action of swallowing, but it never came. Chris felt his throat close up and swallow around the lump that formed.
His eyes opened slowly, dazed and blown black with the smallest rim of blue around the pupil. His eyelashes clumped together from the cum that splattered there almost an hour ago. His cheeks were streaked with the fluid, parts drying up and flaking, others still fresh and sticking to Tom’s skin. He met Chris’s eyes and the smile on his face grew as he leaned forward on bruised knees and opened his mouth, tongue out, letting the cum that he’s collected on his drip down onto Chris’s softened cock, rolling down the shaft, dripping filthy and wet.
Chris moaned, throwing his head back until it hit the wall with a hard ‘thud’. His hips twitched with the effort to not jerk forward, his body too tired to actually cooperate, but his mind was telling him to keep moving, fill Tom’s mouth up again.
Even if Chris wasn’t participating anymore, Tom wasn’t stopping anytime soon. As soon as the mix of cum and spit rolled down Chris’s cock, dripped onto his balls, Tom’s mouth was on him again, sucking it all back into his mouth. Chris hissed at the throb of pain and pleasure, having to squeeze his eyes closed and ignore the sight of Tom cleaning off his cock for the second time that night.
He takes his time, lapping up every little drop to roll around on his tongue. He sucked the soft head into his mouth so Chris could feel the growing mix of fluids collecting on Tom’s tongue, wetting him and sucking and fuck.
By the time Tom pulled away, Chris was panting, shaking, and Tom just looked at him all innocently covered in cum and smiled, opening his mouth to show the load on his tongue before tipping his head back and swallowing it all. Chris shuttered.
“You taste delicious tonight.”
Esto se me hizo tan real :’c ♥
“Heh. Your hair’s kind of crazy, mate.”
“I’ll show YOU crazy!” >:D