Page 50 of Prodigal

Another curve of André’s mouth and he dipped his head, spitting on the tip of Gideon’s cock. Gideon bucked.

“André—” He choked when André used his spit and Gideon’s pre-cum to jerk him. Grip tight, stroke slow and steady, André maintained eye contact as Gideon’s stomach went concave and his knees buckled. “Ah, fuck! Fuck.” He threw his head back, hips thrusting forward into André’s grasp, fucking his fist over and over.

The pressure at the base of his spine swirled, got hotter, and his lashes dropped, eyes closing as he sank into that pleasure. The experience of André touching him after all those times Gideon fantasized about it—all those times he fucked his fist and his mattress wishing for this moment—was exquisite. He’d give away all the money, all the power, to possess it, to have it always.

Warmth settled around the tip of his cock and he jerked, eyes flying open. He was inside André’s mouth, and it was all that Gideon had hoped for and more. “Goddamn, that’s it.” He bucked his hips faster and faster as André’s tongue flicked over him, tracing the length of him, probing the underside of his crown.“Yesss.”Gideon reached down with a hiss, palming the back of André's head, his hips speeding up. “Perfect,” he grunted. “You’re perfect.” All he had to base that on was André bobbing on his dick, moaning around him, but fuck if it wasn’t everything.

He sucked Gideon’s dick as if his throat was dry and Gideon had the life-saving water to remedy that. Gideon felt as if that was the truth; he had the cure for whatever ailed André, so he held the other man’s head steady, applying pressure until André had no trouble but to hold still…

“Open wide.”

André did, eyes sparkling with the same shit that had Gideon wanting to sayfuck itto everything except them, this. Teeth in his bottom lip, one hand on the back of André’s head, the other on the base of his dick, he guided himself to André’s mouth.

Inside.

Feeding himself in and deeper. Andinanddeeper. Until André’s nails sank into Gideon’s hips. Digging. Cutting. Until his eyes bulged, nostrils flaring as he struggled to breathe and his throat contracted around Gideon.

“Mmmm.I thought about this too,” Gideon whispered to him. He struggled to find the words because his brain was damn near fried, turning to mush with all that pleasure from the way André’s throat tightened around him, collapsing, contracting.

The best fucking feeling ever.

“Staying parked right here until your eyes beg me to let you breathe.” He angled his hips, inching forward another inch, maybe less. Tears glittered in André’s eyes like diamonds, but they didn’t fall and those pretty eyes didn’t beg; he just tipped his head back fuller into Gideon’s grip, giving him more room to work. Gideon pulled back, easing out slowly, gently, barely giving André time to breathe before he was driving in again.

Over and over, fucking André’s mouth, snapping his head back with every surge forward.

“You’re beautiful.” He could barely stand at this point. The heat of André’s mouth, the pleasure, they were incinerating him from the inside out and he wasn’t sure how he was managing to form a coherent thought, but he wanted André to know. “You’re beautiful,” he said as he fucked his face.

André blinked then, and the tears that had been making his eyes shine so brightly slid down his cheeks. Gideon caught one with a thumb, then brought it to his mouth, licking it off with a groan. “Fuck, even your tears are perfect.” He thrust forward.“Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered. “Watch what you do to me. Watch me come for you.” He didn’t want to come for anyone else. Didn’t want to be with anyone else. And the thought of André being with anyone else— He gritted his teeth, hips rolling, thrusting in and out of André’s mouth, loving the other man’s groans, his grunts, the acceptance and pleasure that crossed his face even as tears and snot rolled down it.

Nobody sexier. Nobody more perfect.

Gideon dug his toes into the floor beneath him as his body gave up, gave out. The orgasm snapped out of its restraints, blasting through him and bowing his body. It was only André’s painful grip on his hips that kept him upright as he emptied himself into the other man’s mouth.

André gurgled and choked, but he didn’t try to move away from it. He maintained his position, taking everything Gideon had and more. Gideon retreated, grasping the base of his shaft, the last of his cum splattering on André’s chin and neck as he doubled over coughing, crashing on all fours.

Gideon followed him down onto the floor, movements restricted by the pants that had gotten caught up around his ankles. Pushing André backward, Gideon yanked away his shoes then the offending pants from around his ankles, then climbed André’s writhing body. He was a coughing mess lying on his back. Gideon kissed him, sinking his tongue into his mouth, swallowing his cough, tasting himself on André’s tongue as he shoved a hand between them, hurriedly undoing the buttons on André’s jeans and unzipping him. Reaching under the waistband of André’s underwear, Gideon gripped his cock, already wet and pulsing.

“Come for me,” Gideon spoke against his lips. “I want it, so give it to me.”

“Unnngh. Gi-Gideon.” André clutched him, hips jerking, legs scrambling in a futile effort to wrap around Gideon’s waist. “Ohgod! Oh fuck!” His eyes were squeezed shut, body undulating violently as he reached his climax, filling Gideon’s palm.

Gideon kept touching him, stroking him as André spasmed, little breathy sounds falling from his lips as his head lolled back on the floor, eyes closed. Gideon kissed him—his forehead, his nose, his lips, his chin. He couldn’t stop kissing him. Couldn’t stop touching him. André came, but he wasn’t soft yet. He remained thick and heavy in Gideon’s grasp. Dick wet, sticky, and twitching as if wanting more.

Needing more.

Just the way Gideon needed more.

Pulling his hand away, he sat back on his haunches, gazing down at André, whose lashes lifted slowly. Stretched out on the floor still fully dressed, his dick hanging out of his jeans and dots of Gideon’s cum drying on the underside of his chin, there was nobody as beautiful as André Tesfaye.

He blinked at Gideon, gaze unfocused, teeth marks on his bottom lip. Holding his gaze, Gideon brought his palm, filled with André’s cum, up to his mouth, licking it off as André watched, lips parted. His chest heaved and Gideon eyed the movement greedily.

Hungrily.

“Take my clothes off.” André's softly spoken words pierced the lust-thickened silence around them. “Then put that dick inside me.”

André didn’t rememberhow they got from the floor to the bed, but he couldn’t say that he cared. Not when Gideon’s warm skin slid along his, drawing out soft sighs and whimpers from his mouth.

Gideon crouched above him, nestled between his thighs, trembling hands cradling his face, eyes piercing as he gazed down at André. His flavor lingered on André’s tongue, and whenever André swallowed, he felt Gideon in his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. His dick jerked at the thought.

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