Page 40 of To Cuddle A Gremlin

Sebastian blinked owlishly at Isadore. His hair was pointing in every direction, and his fair skin flushed, but he wasn’t scared or trying to escape. “If you’re sure.”

“This will be good. I promise. You’ll like it. Money-back guarantee.” Isadore pressed his lips to the side of Sebastian’s mouth before tipping back.

“Yeah, but…” Sebastian didn’t finish, though the grimace said a million things, and all of them Isadore would dispute.

“May I?” Better get their activities on track before the negative thoughts in Sebastian’s head began firing up once more.

“Of course…” The hesitancy was more curious than not, so Isadore jumped in.

He slid his hand under the waistband of Sebastian’s underwear, soothing the contracting muscles before discovering Sebastian’s cock. The silkiness was better than a dream. His shaft was thin but firm in Isadore’s palm. Made sense considering Sebastian’s lanky frame. Isadore gave the length a gentle tug and smiled as Sebastian hissed and pressed into his hold. Isadore stroked Sebastian’s cock, feeling the liquid pool along the top, providing him some slick to pleasure Sebastian with rather than a dry rub. Everything about this situation was telling Isadore Sebastian was aroused and getting pleasure. The panting breath, the hard-as-a-rock cock in his hand, and Sebastian’s hips lifting upward. Taking a chance and needing to see what Sebastian tasted like, Isadore pushed Sebastian’s pants down his hips and shoved his shirt to his chin.

“Okay, so you’re going to stare at me?” Sebastian asked as he sat up to see what Isadore was doing.

“No, I’m going to blow you. Is that okay?” Isadore asked, caressing the thin skin around Sebastian’s hipbones.

“What? Why?” Sebastian tried to scramble away from Isadore, but with his weight on Sebastian’s spread legs, he couldn’t get far. Yes, this was mean, but Isadore was still fighting against an unseen demon.

“You liked it when I stroked your dick, right? Nothing scary happened?” Isadore slid his hand up and down his cock, and the breath caught in Sebastian's throat.

“Well, yeah, but that’s different, isn’t it?”

“Way better. Let me show you.” Isadore adjusted himself quickly. His own cock throbbed, and he was ready to come. He ignored the pleasurable agony though, because right now, Sebastian had to discover the goodness that came from someone else.

He licked the mushroom top, tasting the nectar pooling at the slit. It was sweet and salty, a perfect beginning. Sebastian’sheartfelt moan made him smile as he began taking his cock into his throat. Despite being thin, Sebastian’s cock filled his mouth. Isadore licked the base of his shaft with his tongue and pulled back as Sebastian shuddered. He was ready to come. Every minute Isadore hummed and sucked was one second longer than he expected. Isadore worshipped Sebastian as best he could, delighting in every flavour he discovered.

Sebastian chanted Isadore’s name while he held tight to Isadore’s head, forcing him into place. He was beautiful in his pleasure, and Isadore was going to give him more.

He licked and sucked hard on Sebastian’s cock, feeling the inevitable contraction, warning him that Sebastian’s climax was imminent. Sebastian became still as a board as his body prepared itself. Isadore petted his stomach, telling him Isadore was there.

“Isa, Isa!” Sebastian panted as he pushed Isadore farther onto his cock. Isadore began swallowing as Sebastian exploded. His come was thick and plentiful. Isadore kept his cock in his mouth until Sebastian was done spurting. He reached down to adjust his own aching cock. With a hard rub, he grimaced as he came. Not exactly how he wanted to do this, but oh well. Right now, Sebastian’s pleasure mattered. Isadore had an inkling that if Sebastian was uncomfortable or unhappy, they’d never get this far again. Once he was sure every drop had been cleaned up, Isadore released him with a pop and crawled up to snuggle close. A convenient afghan was there to cover them and protect them from the cool apartment air.

Isadore grimaced as he adjusted his own damp pants. He had come when Sebastian did. With desire, he had a hair trigger as well.

“You didn’t like it. I knew it.”

“I did so. Feel this.” Isadore grabbed Sebastian’s hand and pressed his fingers against the wet patch in his pants. “That is the evidence of me really enjoying seeing you fall apart.”

“Oh.Oh!“ Sebastian patted the area once more before gaping at Isadore. Realization dawned. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be. Consider it an honour. I got a lot of pleasure out of yours. But how are you?” Isadore stroked the side of Sebastian’s face, happy as ever, thrilled that Sebastian was staring at him with an adoring look. No fear, no doubts echoed in his eyes. Clarity shone back at him.

“A little weirded out. I didn’t expect to… you know.” He covered his face with an arm and groaned. “You must think I’m the biggest loser?—“

“I do not. You’re perfect and sweet and just right for me. I loved this. I loved being able to share this moment with you.” Isadore pulled Sebastian’s arm away and kissed the soft cheek, noting the tear tracks. He hadn’t realized Sebastian had been crying. “Hey, are you sure?”

“What do you mean?” Sebastian asked.

“You have tears. Are you sure you’re okay? Did I go too far?” Isadore swiped the stain with his thumb. The joyful bubble was deflating quickly as Isadore noted the spiky eyelashes and red rims. Here, he’d been proud as punch that he got Sebastian to come and the man was crying.

“No! I didn’t know. I’m fine. Really. But… can I sit up? I’m kinda thirsty.”

Isadore rolled off Sebastian, wincing at the cold sensation. Sebastian rearranged his clothes before rearranging himself on the couch. His behaviour wasn’t familiar to Isadore. He was used to more cuddling and less of whatever Sebastian was doing. He grabbed his wine and knocked back most of the glass. “Oh geez. I had sex.”

“You did.” Isadore sipped his own wine and eyed Sebastian. Trying to follow Sebastian’s thoughts was difficult. “Congratulations?”

“Thank you.” Sebastian picked at a loose thread on the couch. “It was more or less what I expected, I think. Glad I did it, but… no offense, nothing to write home about.”

The simple phrase gave Isadore the definite aha moment. Sebastian was someone who could take sex or leave it. He had friends who were similar to Sebastian. “Aww. Would you want to try again? See if I can make it better?”

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