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“You ruin the flow of surprise, but I tell you because I am great friend.”
“And because this idea involves me doing something to you that you can’t wait to try. Am I right, or am I right?”
Sasha glared at him.
“Okay, sorry. Shutting up now. Please tell me.”
“You are going to like too. I think of you. Is not just for me,” Sasha grumbled.
“I’m sure I will. I like everything we do together,” Jason said easily, truthfully.
Sasha preened, just as Jason had thought he would, good cheer returning. “Yes, I am best. Okay, so I buy toy. Already try at home so know it works with me.”
“Okay, let’s see it.”
Sasha didn’t waste any time in pulling out the toy from the bag—a curved, thick but fairly short prostate massager.
Jason took it as Sasha handed it over. “I’ve actually never seen one of these with a suction cup before,” he mused, testing the cup on his hand.
“Yes, I look for special.”
Jason looked at him. “I’m guessing there’s more to this plan than just this?”
“Okay, so, we put this on floor with the suction cup, and obviously it go inside me—”
“Obviously.”
“And then I give you blowjob, but you fuck my face, like first time. I cry a lot. And I don’t come until you tell me.”
The only reason Jason didn’t have to physically restrain himself from jumping Sasha was that his brain was busy shutting down and slowly rebooting. Sasha grinned at him, obviously pleased. “You like a lot. I can see on your face.”
“Well, it’s a good fucking idea,” Jason said and finally came online enough to engage in the aforementioned jumping of Sasha’s bones.
Sasha laughed as he was bowled over, toy discarded on the coffee table in favour of some good old-fashioned making out.
Jason loved kissing Sasha. Some people liked a lot of tongue, and Jason wasn’t opposed to that in the heat of the moment, but he preferred something slower, shallower, when kissing for kissing’s sake. There was nothing worse, in Jason’s opinion, than starting a kiss with someone shoving a tongue in his mouth as far as it would go.
Honestly, Jason wouldn’t have been surprised if Sasha were a tongue-y sort of kisser, just through pure enthusiasm and good cheer. Instead, though, Sasha was good at following Jason’s lead, and it wasn’t a surprise to anybody that Jason was totally fucking into that.
Their kissing wasn’tsweetexactly, but there was a synchronicity to it that made Jason’s whole body relax as if he could nourish himself from just this for weeks.
That day was an exception, though—the image Sasha had put in Jason’s head was burning right through him.
“Yeah. Fuck, yeah, let’s do that.”
They relocated to the bed, tripping clumsily and practically giggling on the way, almost forgetting the toy before Jason backtracked to get it, grabbing a glass of water on the way before returning to Sasha, who was already completely naked and laid out on the bed.
“Jesus. Fuck.” Was Jason’s opinion on the matter. He threw the toy on the mattress and pulled his clothes off so eagerly he almost fell over and brained himself on the floor from taking off his sock.
By the time he was crawling over Sasha, the man was flushed from laughing, and Jason couldn’t help but kiss him again, tasting the smile he’d loved for years.
“I knew this was good idea,” Sasha said against his lips. “I am genius.”
“For once, I couldn’t agree with you more. Maybe you’re a sexual savant.”
“Savant?”
“It’s like someone that is very gifted at something.”
