Page 87 of Gratification in Gluttony

“I got you, baby. Just relax and let Toni go to work.”

With a laugh, Jude covered his face with a palm as the other hand delved back into Toni’s hair. He pulled gently, a clear invitation, and Toni accepted it whole-heartedly.

Taking his time, wanting to get familiar with the body he’d been dreaming about for weeks, Toni hunkered down between Jude’s legs, wrapping one arm around his thigh, hand flattening on his soft stomach.

With the other, Toni spread the folds of glistening skin and a growl clawed its way out up his throat. He pressed his face into the joint of Jude’s leg where it met his torso and breathed in. The human’s scent was so strong here, and Toni groaned.

“You smell so good,” Toni mumbled into Jude’s soft body hair. “I want to live down here. Just build a blanket fort and never leave.”

Another laugh wracked Jude’s body, and Toni grinned, scraping teeth over the thin flesh near his cunt. The leg in Toni’s grasp jerked, and Toni added more pressure to Jude’s belly to hold him in place.

At the first swipe of Toni’s tongue, both of them moaned, Jude’s fingers tightening impossibly in Toni’s hair. But that was okay. Toni would let him yank out all his hair if it meant he was making Jude feel good.

There was a learning curve, of course. Toni tried different things, ears in tune with every one of Jude’s sounds, finding what made him moan, made him whimper, made him cry out. He sucked on Jude’s clit, and Jude’s hips jerked, like he couldn’t decide whether to grind up into Toni’s face or escape the suction.

When he sucked too hard, Jude hissed and yanked on his hair. So he circled his tongue there instead, which had Jude cursing. Then he went lower, feasting on Jude’s folds and slicking his tongue over the opening to his channel. He teased Jude’s hole with his tongue, causing him to cry out and add pressure to the back of his head.

Taking that as an invitation, Toni licked inside, and Jude moaned, “Oh my god, Toni!”

And Toni snarled. He wanted to hear Jude screaming his name, so he settled the fuck in. He lost himself to the slick heat and the smooth, soft flesh. He was growling now, a continual thrum in his chest as he gorged himself on Jude’s pussy.

Jude gasped for air, both hands in Toni’s hair.

He said, “That feels so good.”

And, “Suck on my clit. Just like that.”

And, “Add your fingers. Inside my—fuck!”

Something primal crept over Toni’s brain, clouding it until only one thought remained. One mission. One goal. He was going to make Jude come. That was all that mattered now.

Jude’s sprinting heartbeat thrummed through Toni’s veins, and his moans were an ethereal chorus Toni wanted to hear for the rest of his life. He didn’t feel the ache in his jaw or the cramp in his neck. Because everything was Jude, Jude, Jude. And the human was chanting his name.

Then he said, “Oh my god, Toni, I’m gonna come. Don’t stop, baby. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna—Toni!”

And then he was coming against Toni’s mouth, crying out as he desperately ground against Toni’s face. Toni could barely hear Jude over his own ferocious snarling as he rubbed Jude’s spasming channel with two fingers and worked his mouth over his clit.

Even when Jude went completely limp against him, Toni couldn’t stop. He wanted more, needed more. He wanted to peel Jude open and burrow inside. He wanted to inhabit Jude’s skin and hold his soul in his hands. Because he’d finally found him.

Toni didn’t even know he’d been searching for him until he walked through the purple doors of the cafe, until he repositioned Toni’s fingers on the neck of his guitar, until he held Toni’s face in his hands and said, “You’re beautiful.”

And now he was here, in Toni’s arms, sobbing his name as he started to tremble again. Jude was here, and he was Toni’s. Oh gods, Jude washis, and Toni never wanted to let him go. He’d finally found him, and he wasn’t losing him. Not ever.

“Holy shit, I’m coming again. Ah, Toni, I’m gonna come again. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jude sounded broken as he came a second time, and Toni wanted to roar in triumph.

It lasted longer this time, Jude rolling his hips wildly, limbs jerking as Toni kept the pressure of his tongue and fingers constant until, after what felt like years, Jude collapsed back on the mattress with a sob-like cry. Even then, Toni licked him, drinking down everything Jude gave him.

“You have to stop,” Jude whimpered, yanking hard on Toni’s hair. “I can’t… too much. Toni, baby, you have to stop.”

Fisting Toni’s hair, Jude forced his head up, and Toni snarled at being denied. Jude looked entirely fucked out, skin glistening with sweat, face flushed, pupils blown out. His chest heaved, and his legs continued to tremble around Toni’s shoulders.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he said, voice wrecked. “Seriously, I need a minute.”

“Don’t wanna stop,” Toni said, voice full of gravel. “Want you to come again.”

Jude’s laugh was laced with hysteria as his head fell back on the bed. “I don’t think I can.”

“Okay.” Panting like he’d just swam for miles, Toni pillowed his head on Jude’s thigh, lazily stroking Jude’s drenched folds. He growled again, smug and satisfied. “Toni did good?”

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