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Isaac slid back down, sucking Colton’s cock as the jock fought the urge to thrust upward, to bury Isaac’s head to the base of his dick. Isaac could feel it in every subtle movement of Colton’s body, the twitch of delight as Isaac licked, the moan when Isaac swallowed, the jerk of his body when his hands went to meet Isaac.
“Keep doing that, please,” Colton spoke through clenched teeth, desperate for release.
Isaac wanted to bring him off fast, prove he had it in him, and surely wouldn’t be outdone by Colton’s fantastic blowjob. But another part of him wanted to edge Colton for hours, to play with the dick he’d denied himself in some foolish attempt at maintaining control, keeping his distance, resisting urges that’d lead him back to old habits.
They were well past all that. Isaac had real feelings for Colton, desires that superseded every impulse from when they were teens. Most importantly, while he liked their roles very much, hefound himself willing and able to let layers of that fall away to further satisfy Colton.
“You wanna get off?” Isaac asked, running his tongue up the hard shaft of Colton’s cock.
“Yes, please.” Colton’s teeth chattered.
“Then take it.” Isaac took Colton’s cock back into his mouth and moved his hands up Colton’s firm stomach, chest, shoulders—all so he could reach Colton’s hands and guide them back down.
Once Colton’s hands brushed through Isaac’s hair, it only took the simplest direction from Isaac to garner action. Colton took the consent of authority and rammed his dick up and deep into the back of Isaac’s throat while holding his head firmly in place.
“Take it,” Colton demanded.
Isaac choked from the suddenness of Colton’s cock buried deep in his throat. But he pressed his hands to Colton’s hips and steadied himself as Colton continued face fucking him. It took more than a moment for him for his mouth to adjust. It’d been far too long since Isaac sucked another cock, stretched his jaw this wide, or felt his throat constrict from the swift thrusts of a cock pushing in and out, deeper and deeper.
Colton couldn’t contain himself for long. His breaths became wispy, his body convulsed in Isaac’s hold, and his cock throbbed.
“I’m gonna cum.” Colton went to pull back, but Isaac took in all of him, holding Colton’s cock in his throat as it pulsed, and he shot his load. “Fuuuuck.”
Isaac stroked Colton’s still hard dick and squeezed out the last drops of cum resting at the head of the cock. Isaac licked them, savoring the drops on his tongue. The taste of Colton. “We’ll definitely have to do that again.”
“Hell, yeah!” Colton lay back, basking in Isaac.
“But for now, I think I’m fucking you until you cum again and scream my name.”
“I will not be screaming anything with this many guests in the apartment.”
“Then you better bite down, baby.” Isaac sat up and grabbed Colton by the hips, spreading his legs and pulling him closer. “I am feeling quite ravenous.”
The smile on Colton’s face, the steadiness in his body, and the gentle adjustments he made to align himself to take Isaac only further enthralled the goth. Isaac couldn’t believe this was his life.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Coltonrode on a high wave the next morning, buzzed from his first social outing in a gay relationship. People saw his boyfriend. People talked to his boyfriend. Most importantly, people liked Isaac. And sure, Colton didn’t care too much what people thought. He’d learned to let their opinions of him fall to the wayside. Well, mostly. Okay, he’d learned to focus on not caring what people thought of him. Of course, he still cared a little bit. Just a tiny amount. Not enough to let people’s opinions of Isaac determine how he felt.
But Colton couldn’t help beaming because Isaac was met with approval. So much so, it seemed like everyone was buzzing about the party. That confused Colton. Lots of eyes fell on him during his classes. Smiling faces turned into shadowy expressions, and whispering followed him well into the afternoon. He struggledto distract himself from the onlookers since he’d forgotten his phone back in his room. It definitely made the day drag on.
“Colton, wait!” Tim shouted as he approached the locker room for practice.
Tim barreled ahead and intercepted Colton, blocking his way inside.
“You don’t wanna do that.”
“Do what?” Colton chuckled.
“Everyone’s seen… They’re all in there talking… It’s just, Colt, I don’t know what to say…” Tim fumbled around, his expression pleading and uncomfortable and reminiscent of the awkward stares around campus that washed away Colton’s excitement.
“What’s going on?”
“There’s a video of you and, um, Isaac.”
“A video of us?” Colton cocked his head, trying to recall if anyone was filming at the party or the afterparty—not that he hung around there for long. He’d had a few drinks but didn’t struggle to remember the events. “Who cares?”
Colton hadn’t done anything embarrassing last night. Isaac had been on his best behavior. Honestly, Colton kind of hoped he would’ve been a bit ruder. Colton often found Isaac’s verbal beatdowns on others a little intoxicating. He had this way about him, this ‘no fuck’s attitude’ that most people strived for but lacked the conviction to handle.
