Page 42 of A Different Form of Oxygen
Twenty-Five
Gavin
Worried he is kissing me for the wrong reasons, I stop him. “Are you sure you want this right now? We can just go to sleep ifthat’s what you need. Just because I asked you to be in my bed, doesn’t mean we have to do anything tonight.”
He nods against me, “I’m sure. I don’t want to think about what happened today. I want to forget it all. Will you help me forget, Papi? Right now, you are what I need.”
I press my forehead tightly against his and my fingers slide between the thick strands of his hair. His fingers are warm and rough against mine. Zaps of electricity flow through us. The skin of his back is smooth as my hands make their way down his spine, landing my fingers in the clef between his cheeks.His tight underwear confines me and limits the pleasure I can give him.After we pull our mouths apart, we are both gasping for air. His lips tremble against mine.
“You know, you can move a lot easier if you remove my underwear.”
I smile against his lips. “Is that right? I’m glad I have you here to tell me all these great ideas.”
He laughs, his lips vibrating against mine. “It seemed like you needed a little help, Papi, so I was just being helpful.”
“Any ideas on how I should get them off? Should I make you give me a personal show?”
He huffs. “It would be a short one with only one piece of clothing to remove.”
“Fair point. How about I remove them with my mouth instead?”
Before he can respond, I pin his body against the mattress, his deep green eyes swimming with desire. I swipe my tongue over one of his hard nubs, tugging at the cold metal ring with my teeth. Bending his knees, he digs his feet into the cool sheets. I suck and bite at the other nipple before trailing kisses down his body, swiping my tongue down his stomach, running it over his belly button, causing him to shudder. His head tilts back and his eyes are closed, letting his other senses take control. The heat of his skin warms my mouth, setting a fire inside me. No one’s ever made me feel this way. His pleasure becomes my pleasure. Who knew someone could taste this good? Delicate moans slip from his rosy red lips. Biting down over the waistband of his underwear, my teeth slightly graze his skin. I swear I can almost see him smiling above me in the dark.
The underwear bunches up as I slide them down his lithe, toned thighs. He lifts himself up to assistance. I drag his arms down to his sides. “Keep your hands to your sides, pressed against the mattress. Don’t move them until I say you can.”
I can hear him nodding against the pillow, and his tip drips with precum gleaming in the dark. It’s sweet and salty when I lap my tongue around his slit, working my way down to his base before taking him fully into my mouth. It sends a thrill through me to watch him thrashing against the sheets like a fish out of water as I continue to move my mouth up and down his long length, as my fingers fondle his balls, setting his body further on the edge. Tearing at the sheets, he thrusts his hips upward, hitting the back of my throat. I release my mouth from him with a plop, already missing the fullness of his cock. I love having him fall apart beneath me, but I also love giving him what he needs by testing his limits.
“No moving. Keep your hips on the bed, Angel. Only boys who listen get to come.”
“Yes Papi, I’ll try and be still this time. I promise,” he says in a low, raspy voice.
I slowly take him back in my mouth, watching his head fall back against the pillow again. I want to draw it out more, make him desperate and begging to come, but that could wait another day. Right now, I need to taste him. I need to watch him come undone from my mouth.
His body continues to fight rocking into me, pressing himself harder against the mattress as my mouth continues to slide up and down his throbbing cock.
“Fuck Papi, that feels amazing. I don’t think I can…I want…” His words trail off as I continue to lick and suck my way up and down his velvety cock. My mouth briefly pulls away, and I tug his twitching length between my fingers.
“Go ahead and come for me, Angel.” Wrapping my mouth around him, I quickly yank out my own straining cock from my boxers, moving my fingers quickly against my hard shaft as a warm spurt of cum shoots down my throat. The taste of him is enough to bring me to my own release and I shake and quiver against my hand as my load pours over my fingers. I lap up every drop of him with my tongue, drinking him down my throat. “You taste so good, Angel baby. You want to see how good you taste?”
His legs shake underneath my hand as I crawl my way up his sweaty body. His breath is heavy and hot against my lips. I swirl my tongue inside his parted mouth, letting him taste himself on me. He moans into my mouth, moving his hand between our bodies, slipping his fingers inside my underwear. Frowning against my lips, when he touches my softening cock. I run my thumb over his top swollen lip.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I already took care of myself. After tasting you, there was no way I was going to be able to last any longer. In fact, I still have the evidence dripping down my hand.” I can picture him frowning in disappointment. I lift my hand toward his mouth and his warm tongue sticks out between his lips, tasting my release on my fingers. His tongue stretches out further against my hand lapping up every last bit.
“Mm, I like the way you taste more, Papi.”
I grin, running my hand over his hair, and I press one last kiss to his lips before pulling my body off the bed. “I’m going to finish getting cleaned up and then we should get some sleep. Why don’t you go brush your teeth like a good boy? I’ll leave a spare toothbrush for you on the sink.” I can feel him watching me as I walk into the bathroom, flipping on the lights, revealing a completely spent Ben laying on the bed with his body spread out like a starfish. He brings his hand to his face and rubs his nose. “I don’t think I should have been doing that much kissing so soon. It was really hard avoiding pressing my nose against yours when getting caught in the moment. It’s going to be really sore tomorrow.”
I frown. “Should I grab you something for it?”
His head moves back and forth against the pillow. “I’m fine; maybe just a quick kiss to make it better.”
The bed dips from my weight as I lay beside him. I press a light kiss to the top of his nose before pulling him into my arms. He snuggles into me, his smooth skin rubbing against mine. His floral scent is intoxicating when I bury my nose into his hair.
“How about we put some ice on it when we wake up in the morning, or a cool wash-cloth. You also need to remember to clean it when you wake up.”
“Okay, Papi.”
He goes silent beside me and it doesn’t take long for his breath to even out and for his body to go still against mine. I soon find myself following the same pattern.
