Page 15 of Crybaby
“I want to,” Sasha promised, wiping at the spit on his chin.
“Jesus,” Jason croaked, flopping onto the bed. “You’re killing me here.”
“Good, die,” Sasha said before taking Jason’s cock into his mouth again.
Choking on dickhad no better application than the blowjob Sasha proceeded to give him. Again, and again, and again, he took more of Jason’s cock than he could seemingly handle, throat spasming and choking, mouth a sloppy, perfect mess. Every vibration, every push of Sasha’s tight throat, every strained and frustrated whine at wanting more, had Jason crazy with it, desperately trying not to even twitch his hips.
It was only when tears started dripping from the corner of Sasha’s eyes, eyelashes damp and clumped together, that Jason lost it.
He pulled Sasha off his cock despite his protests. Sasha glared at him. “What?” he asked petulantly.
“You’re doing so good, but let me show you how it’s done, yeah? It’ll be easier this way.” He threw one of the pillows on the floor beside the bed. “Kneel on that.”
Sasha seemed to take a moment to get what he meant, but, when he did, he scrambled off the bed and onto his knees.
For a moment, Jason wanted to make a joke of it, of how easily Sasha knelt for him—but this wasn’t the time or the place for their usual teasing. This was something else entirely.
Jason scooted over so that he was sitting at the edge of the bed, feet flat on the floor on either side of Sasha. For a moment, they were still and quiet, Sasha just looking at him, waiting for Jason’s next order. It made a shudder go through the darkest and tenderest parts of him.
“Put your hands on my thighs,” Jason ordered, waiting until Sasha did before going on. “I’m going to hold you by the hair and fuck your mouth, okay? Not rough, just so that you can relax your throat without having to think about too many things. Sound okay?”
“I want rough,” Sasha complained, practically pouting.
Jason closed his eyes for a moment. “You can have rough another time. This’ll be rough enough. Trust me.”
Sasha rolled his eyes but nodded.
Jason cradled Sasha’s head gently, fingers threading through his hair. He wrapped his other hand around the base of his dick and slowly, slowly, started feeding his cock into Sasha’s mouth.
Jason had to tighten his fingers in Sasha’s hair as he tried taking more of Jason’s dick. “Take what I give you,” Jason said softly and watched Sasha’s eyelashes flutter.
Jason thrust shallowly, not even hitting Sasha’s throat. “That’s it. Now, swallow and then try and relax your throat. Feel all those muscles go loose…”
Jason pushed a little deeper this time. He could feel Sasha’s throat close instinctively and pulled back enough for Sasha to breathe before trying again. Sasha made a noise as Jason pushed slightly against the resistance, gagging, but moaned in protest when Jason pulled away.
“You’re okay, I’ll give you what you want. Slow, Sasha,” Jason said quietly.
Sasha settled down, and Jason pushed in again, and again, and again, building a steady rhythm. Sasha got exponentially better at relaxing his throat, but he still choked and gagged, whining when Jason tried to ease off, gripping Jason’s thighs.
Jason was trembling with the effort not to go further, even though this was more than he ever thought he’d have. He was burning up, pleasure so deep, it was sweeping him away, putting him in a trance that had him staring at Sasha’s flushed face, at his wet cheeks from the tears that kept being squeezed from his eyes.
“Fuck. Fuck, Sasha, look at you. I’m close, baby. You want me to pull out?”
Sasha made an immediate noise of protest, shaking his head as well as he could.
“Okay, okay. I—ah, fuck.”
Jason trailed off, not able to find words, the pleasure rising, the image of Sasha’s crying face imprinting like a burning brand in his mind.
With a final, deep push, he came. Sasha moaned and swallowed around him as Jason shook through it, the orgasm hitting him so hard that he was completely lost to it for a moment.
He pulled out of Sasha’s mouth as the pressure became too much, and Sasha took a deep, gasping breath, coughing a little as he tilted forwards and pressed his forehead against Jason’s thigh, wiping his chin with a trembling hand.
They stayed there for a few moments, Jason combing his fingers through Sasha’s hair as they tried to regain their breaths. He couldn’t stand the distance for long, though, and urged Sasha up.
“Here, come here,” he urged, pulling until Sasha was sitting on his lap, body huge and vulnerable looking.
Jason shuddered at Sasha’s wet face, kissing his salty cheeks, rubbing underneath his eyes.
