Page 60 of The Baritone's Rival

When the pillowy, feather-soft touch of Oscar’s lips was suddenly gone, Trent gasped and opened his eyes. Oscar was staring at him, his sweet brown eyes exuding a care that Trent had seldom seen in the years since his mother’s death.

“How are you doing?” Oscar asked, his voice filled with a quiet compassion.

“I’m…I’m okay. I’ve never told anyone about my mother. The only ones who know are the vampires who were there. I’ve beenso separate for so long. It’s scary to let go of that, despite the loneliness.”

Oscar’s lips widened into a smile, and Trent wondered if he’d ever seen anything so pure in his life. Oscar’s hand went to his neck, his fingers running up and down, leaving the most exquisite trails of sparks behind on his skin.

“It’s intimidating for me, too. But your trust isn’t misplaced. Will you let me prove that to you?”

Trent nodded, not knowing what to say. He wanted this more than anything, to feel secure for once, to feel that someone else in the worldhadhim. That someone would catch him if he fell. He hadn’t had that ever, not even with his mother.

Oscar winked, and a sliver of lightning hit the base of Trent’s spine. This man would be the death of him.

“Will you let me kiss you here?” Oscar bent towards Trent’s neck, his eyes locked on Trent’s, waiting for his response. Trent nodded.

The gentlest of kisses feathered across the sensitive skin where his neck met his collarbone. Trent shivered.

“Will you let me kiss you here?” Oscar lifted Trent’s t-shirt with his nimble fingers, eyeing his muscular chest. Trent nodded again.

When Oscar’s tongue flicked Trent’s pebbled left nipple, Trent’s brain sparked and fizzled like someone had poured a pitcher of water into his CPU. What was Oscar doing to him? This was a totally different side of him — not the desperate need of their first sexual encounter, but something deeper.

“Will you let me kiss you here?” Oscar gestured with his head further down, to the fine blonde hair of Trent’s treasure trail. Once again, Trent nodded.

The sensation was so gentle, so light, it was absolutely excruciating. Oscar made his way down further, his hands going to the button on Trent’s pants.

“Will you let me undo this?”

Trent glanced around. There were no windows in the studio. Students had sex in the practice rooms so often it had become an inside joke. Anthony wouldn’t mind. He’d probably be happy.

Trent nodded.

The touch of the cold air made Trent’s already-hard dick jump, and he couldn’t stop a moan from escaping. Oscar was beautiful now, looking up at him, his long hair framing his face, making him look like a deadly angel.

After all, wasn’t that what he was?

Oscar placed his lips just beyond the tip of Trent’s thick cock. It took everything in Trent not to thrust the millimeters forward to have them meet.

“Will you let me pleasure you?”

“Fucking god, please, this is torture,” Trent pleaded. “I need it.”

Oscar gave a little hum of contentment, and Trent’s balls jumped and tightened at the sound. If Oscar wasn’t careful, this was going to go fast.

Slowly, so slowly, Oscar brought his face in, the very tip of Trent’s cock meeting that sweet, wet warmth. Then hestopped.

Trent couldn’t stop himself now, thrusting forward, but Oscar was quick, moving backwards so that Trent couldn’t find purchase, couldn’t get any more of his length into Oscar’s mouth.

“What are youdoingto me?”

The mischievous look in Oscar’s eyes was exciting and terrifying.

At a snail’s pace, millimeter by millimeter, Oscar enveloped him. Trent shook with a desperate need for him to move faster, the want building and building with no outlet. After what felt like ten minutes, Oscar’s nose finally met the skin of his pelvis.

Trent almost came right there. Oscar’s hand wrapped around his balls, stopping his climax at the source.

“Please, fuck, you have to…” Trent said, his voice cracking as his system short-circuited, but he didn’t care. “I can’t take much more of this.”

Then Oscar began to move back, and holy fuck, he wasn’t going any faster. Trent’s legs shook at the sensation. What was happening? It felt like he would come at any second and simultaneously like he’d never come again. Release was so close, but Oscar wasn’t merciful.

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