Page 82 of In This Iron Ground
Hakan crawled over Damien’s body as he was placed on the bed, but Damien pushed him away.
“Wait, I want to…”
Hakan went, rolling onto his back. Damien straddled him for a moment, kissing him deeply, before sliding his way down. Hakan’s hands had a hard time releasing him for a moment before capitulating.
Damien had wanted to do this for longer than he cared thinking about.
Hakan’s cock was thick and long, so hard already that it stood from his thatch of pubic hair. Damien gave the tip a kitten lick, just to feel Hakan tense, hear his breath stutter. He licked down, up, and then wrapped his lips around the head. Hakan moaned, his hands on Damien’s shoulders, his neck.
Damien hummed, letting the vibrations buzz against Hakan’s sensitive skin. He slid down slowly, mindful of choking on the length. Hakan lay tense and still. Damien wouldn’t have expected any less.
Damien’s lips stretched, mouth filled. The tip of Hakan’s cock hit his throat and he pulled away slightly before trying for a little more. And a little more. He could feel Hakan squirm underneath him, but he kept the pace slow, not wanting to gag, until his throat pressed around Hakan.
Hakan moaned. His hand tightened at the back of Damien’s neck but he didn’t push him any further. Damien swallowed, and the way Hakan said his name broke Damien a little in some place inside.
Damien slid up again before setting a brutal pace. He didn’t go far enough to gag himself, wrapping his hand around the base of Hakan’s dick and stroking in tempo with his mouth.
Hakan panted, tense and trembling. Damien didn’t want his mouth fucked. He wanted this piece of control, but he didn’t bother holding Hakan down. Even in the midst of a blowjob, Damien knew he could trust Hakan.
Damienfeltas Hakan got closer to the edge. Got to taste as pre-come dripped from his tip. Got to feel the shivers in his thighs, the way his toned stomach tensed. Got to feel how Hakan’s hand gripped and released the nape of Damien’s neck over and over again, grinding his scent there.
Hakan warned him before he came, but Damien didn’t pull away. He swallowed what he could as Hakan’s cock twitched in his mouth, but it was too much. He pulled away and the rest hit him on the cheek, dripping down his chin.
“Damien. God, Damien,” Hakan was panting.
Damien looked up. The moment their eyes met, Hakan hauled Damien up and kissed him almost frantically. He licked away at his own come, lapping at Damien’s tongue, his teeth, his cheek, his chin, his neck. Damien groaned at the desperation of it. The want.
Damien started jerking himself off, not being able to take anymore, but Hakan pushed his hand away. He squeezed Damien’s ass for a moment before sliding down at the same time as he pulled Damien up, until Damien was practically straddling Hakan’s face.
Damien made a choked, aborted sound as Hakan swallowed him down. It was like he didn’t have a gag reflex, Damien’s long, thin dick sliding into his throat.
“Jesus, you’re gonna choke,” Damien protested, but Hakan didn’t seem to give a fuck about anything but blowing Damien into the next realm.
The heat built quickly. He had already been near the edge and Hakan’s lips and throat around him only drove him there quicker.
“Hakan.” Damien choked out the warning, but Hakan only gripped his ass tighter, pulling him forwards.
Damien came with a strangled cry, hands hitting the mattress as he curved forwards. A whitewash blanked everything for a moment, leaving Damien reeling.
“Fuck. Jesus, fuck,” he panted, sliding sideways until he collapsed beside Hakan, who was also panting.
Damien let himself sink into the moment. It blurred the edges of the world around him until it was just him and Hakan on a bed, the smell of them filling the air.
Damien pulled away subtly when Hakan tried to grab hold of him. He couldn’t cuddle naked with Hakan. He had to limit the damage that would be done to his heart.
“Oh man, that was a work out. I think I need some juice,” Damien said with forced casualness.
Hakan sat up, watching him. Damien stretched, looking back at him.
“Should we watch something?” he asked, praying that Hakan wouldn’t force the issue.
“Sure,” Hakan said after a moment. Damien stopped himself just in time from sighing with relief.
In the end, they ended up sprawled against each other anyways, dozing on the couch as they watchedCriminal Minds.
Still. Damien would take any victory he could.
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