Page 14 of Crybaby
“Let’s get these off you,” he murmured, removing his boxers so that Sasha’s long, pink cock was revealed. Jason’s mouth watered. What he would give to be able to tell Sasha to lie still and let him play with his cock for hours until Sasha was begging and delirious for more.
If there was ever a time for that, now was definitely not it.
Jason fisted his hand softly around Sasha’s cock, giving it one, two, three easy, dry pulls before standing up.
“Scoot,” Jason ordered, making a shooing motion with his hand.
“Okay, but you not naked.”
Jason huffed a laugh as he did as asked, removing his last piece of clothing. He couldn’t help but preen a little internally at the way Sasha’s eyes caught on his dick, already hard just from touching Sasha. “Happy?”
“Don’t fish for compliment. Nice dick, come here.”
Jason laughed, getting on the bed and crawling forwards until he arched over Sasha, body between spread thighs and his hands bracketing Sasha’s face. “Better?”
“Shush.”
Sasha pulled him in for a kiss, something Jason was only too happy to oblige. He went down on his elbows, digging his hands in Sasha’s hair before pressing their bodies together.
The gasped moan that Sasha choked out had Jason pressing a little harder, just to hear it again. “That’s it. Is that good?” Jason cooed in a half tease.
Sasha nodded jerkily, eyes still closed, and Jason used the hands in Sasha’s hair to hold him still for another kiss, going deep and wet before pulling back until Sasha was straining for more, and then doing it all over again.
He used the weight of his body to keep Sasha in place as he rolled his hips, their cocks pressed and rubbing together. He could feel Sasha trying to squirm and get some leverage, trying to speed things up, get more, desperate, but Jason didn’t let him move, controlling the pace completely.
Jason pulled away from yet another kiss, looking down at Sasha’s red face, his spit-slicked lips. Sasha said something in Russian, opening his eyes a crack and peering up at him.
“Evil,” Sasha complained.
Jason grinned. “Do you want me to let you up?” he asked, a genuine question.
Sasha whined but after a moment shook his head.
Jason had to kiss him again at that. Sink himself into it, into the feel of Sasha’s gasping mouth, the feel of his hard body underneath, the press of their cocks, Sasha’s hands digging into his back.
“Fuck, look at you,” Jason couldn’t help but say when he next pulled away endless minutes later. “You’re perfect.” This close, Jason couldfeelthe shudder that went through Sasha.
“I want…can I blow you?” Sasha begged, and Jason had never heard his voice like that, wrecked and pleading, as if Jason could say no and he’d actually listen.
“Yeah. Come on, come here.”
They switched positions, Jason getting on his back propped up on pillows while Sasha settled between his thighs.
God, the sight of that. Sasha,Sasha, with that wild, wanting look in his eyes. Of his big hand wrapping around Jason’s cock, of his pink tongue darting out to lap at the head.
How the fuck had this happened? How the fuck was Jason here? There had to be some terrible price to pay—and Jason would do it, would give anything to keep this moment where it was.
Sasha’s thick, flushed lips stretched around Jason’s cock, making him shudder.
“That’s it. Tuck your lips over your teeth, just like that. That’s it, baby, go slow. Breathe through your nose.”
Jason ran a hand through Sasha’s hair, not pulling or pushing, just getting the strands out of his face as Sasha bobbed up and down, taking only as much as he could before pulling back.
“You’re doing so good. Fuck, look at you.”
Sasha made a humming, pleased sound in his throat before going a little further. Jason could feel the head of his cock against Sasha’s throat, the straining flutter of it, before Sasha pulled off, coughing slightly.
Jason cradled his face, propping himself up on an elbow. “You okay? You don’t have to take so much.”
