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“I. Fuck. Hung ah. Coming.” Goosebumps erupt on his skin and he shivers as he comes. God damn, it’s a beautiful sight, watching him lose himself to pleasure. It makes me want to cuddle him, fuck him harder, and paint him with my cum.

His thrusts slow down until he stops and he drops his forehead to mine, panting and flushed and glassy-eyed.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re cum-drunk.” I smirk at him, still pulling on my dick. Joey huffs a laugh and looks down at my hand and bites his lip.

“Want a hand with that?” He gives me a cheeky grin and I love that too.

“Put your mouth on me.” I nip at his lip and he slides down my body to settle between my legs. With his eyes on mine, he cups my balls and rolls them in his hand before licking up the bottom of my cock.

“Choke me with it.”

Fuck.

Gripping his hair, I pull his mouth onto me. The urge to be balls deep in his throat is strong and I really want to know if he can do it. I give him some test thrusts before I change my mind and want a different angle.

“Hang on,” I say as I pull him off and he pouts. “On your back, head off the edge.”

He hustles to obey and grimaces when he lays on his back.

“What’s wrong?”

“Cum is making my underwear sticky and slimy. It’s fine.” He opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out. I don’t even try to hold back my groan. Holding my cock, I feed it to him. Thrusting shallow at first before testing his limits. He’s clearly getting irritated with me because he wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls me in deeper.

My eyes roll back and I let out a “Fuck” on a moan. Leaning on his chest, I watch my dick stretch his throat. In, out, in, out. Joey gags and when I try to pull back, he tightens his grip on my thighs. God damn, this boy is going to be the death of me.

If he wants me to fuck his throat, I will.

I pick up a little speed, a little more force, and he groans. Fucking groans.

“Such a good boy,” I moan. His noises vibrate my cock and it takes me three more thrusts before I’m coming in his throat. He doesn’t bat an eye, just swallows around me, making my toes curl. “Fuck, you’re never leaving me.”

My body is weak in the aftermath of having my soul sucked out through my dick but I want to taste him too. It's been too long since I had him on my lips.

I pull my cock from his mouth but don’t move to let him up, instead I reach for his pants. He stiffens a little and I hesitate to give him a chance to tell me no, but when he doesn’t, I continue. His trimmed pubes are a sticky mess and so is his soft cock. I want it in my mouth. Lifting onto my toes, I lean over him and manage to get the head of his dick to my lips. He gasps when my tongue swirls around the tip and under his foreskin. I groan at the salty tang of him.

He lets me play with him, licking and sucking on anything I can reach. I let him go when he starts to chub up.

He glares at me but sits up. “I need a shower.”

“Yeah, you do.”

I grab his neck and pull him to me for another kiss, sharing his taste with him and getting some of my own. He brings his body to mine, making as much of our skin touch as possible, and wrapping his arms around my back to keep me close. The kiss is slow but intimate. It's deep and calming and sensual. It’s reconnecting. I don’t know how long we stand there, just absorbing the comfort of being together, but when I release his mouth, my lips are chapped and his are swollen.

“Shower with me?” He’s chewing on the inside of his lip again like he’s not sure I’ll say yes. Silly boy.

I wink at him and grab his hand, leading him to the bathroom.

Once we’re cleaned up, he goes to his room to get clothes. I see his teammates, Paul and Brendon, and have an idea.

“Hey, I have a favor,” I tell them and they look suspicious. Okay, Paul does, whereas Brendon looks excited.

“What’s up?” Paul asks.

“Can I borrow your car for an hour or so?”

He narrows his eyes at me. I get it, he doesn’t know me well. “For what?”

“An errand. I’ll bring you a cinnamon roll…”

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