Page 83 of Oh, Sacred Dark
Roman’s gaze flicked over him. “Yeah.”
“What do you think about? Exactly?” Tyler couldn’t help but prompt.
Roman squirmed in his seat. “I…you just…” He chewed on his lips. “I just want it.”
Tyler’s skin felt like it was burning. “Okay. We can do that. Can I touch you after, too? Undress you? Jerk you off? Blow you?”
Roman’s mouth dropped open. “Yeah,” he stuttered.
“And if you want to stop…”
“I say stop. Or wait. Or red, or yellow.”
“Okay. I trust you,” Tyler said.
Roman turned to him in surprise, his expression softening a second later. “Me too. I trust you too.”
Roman inched closer, and Tyler took the cue to drag him into his lap. They kissed with ease, practised now, each accustomed to what the other person liked. It was slow, sweet and filthy at the same time, maddening in how Roman shifted on top of Tyler.
“Fuck,” Tyler mumbled as Roman rubbed against him, his cock hardening under the pressure. “Roman.”
Roman leant away, eyes blinking, syrupy. He looked dazed, almost halfway down already.
“You want to kneel?” Tyler asked.
Roman didn’t even respond, just slid to the floor. Tyler stopped, putting a pillow under him. They rested there for a dozen breaths, blinking at each other, Tyler stroking his hand through Roman’s hair.
“You’re so perfect,” Tyler murmured. “So good. If you could see yourself now, baby.”
Roman tilted his face into Tyler’s clothed thigh, clearly embarrassed, but shuffled forwards too. His hands came up, pulling tentatively at the edge of Tyler’s sweats.
“Whatever you want, baby,” Tyler said at Roman’s questioning expression. He lifted his hips, pushing his pants and underwear down, letting his cock spring free.
Roman’s lips parted, eyes glassy with want. Experimentally, his fingers trailed the length of Tyler’s dick as though he’d never seen anything like it before.
Tyler had to fight not to let his hips jerk up at the simple touch. He was already so hard it hurt just from having Roman like that, so intent and open and wanting.
Tyler kept his hand in Roman’s hair, playing with the strands but not guiding him anywhere. He just sat there and withstood Roman’s curiosity—his palm circling him, thumb running over the slit.
Tyler tilted his head back and breathed out slowly.Holy shit. He couldnotcome just from this. That would be ridiculous.
His thoughts cut off, whole body jerking, as something hot and slick swiped over the head of his cock. “Fuck.”
Roman blinked up at him, looking uncertain. Tyler nodded at him.
“You’re doinggood. You’re doing so good,” Tyler promised.
Roman seemed reassured, returning his attention to the task at hand. He licked the head of Tyler’s cock again, and Tyler managed not to curse this time.
Barely.
It was the craziest blowjob Tyler had ever been part of. It was so, so slow, Roman wrapping his lips around him and just suckling for a bit. The fuckingimagethat made, Roman’s red mouth, his eyes closed, expression focused and pleased.
Roman tried to take more bit by bit, using a little too much teeth at first but rectifying himself quickly. Even that turned Tyler on—the slight edge of it, the way Roman was adapting.
Spit dripped down Tyler’s dick, Roman’s chin. It was sloppy, wet noises picking up as Roman increased the pace. Tyler just gritted his teeth and held on, not daring to take his eyes off him.
Roman pulled away eventually, swiping at his puffy lips with the back of his hand. “Can you…can I just kneel? And you move?” Roman asked.
