Page 92 of Sinful Crimes for the Artistically Inclined
The phone rang on a table by Percy’s wrist, and was seamlessly disconnected by being hurled across the room.
“That might have been important,” Joe attempted.
“This is important,” Percy replied.
Joe was caught in the middle of the vast room, where he raised his chin with a defiant air, before Percy took it between strong fingers. “We were right about here.” His hand was on the towel again, his fingers curling around the edge, but there was no pausing this time. The thing was flung to the floor, and Percy dropped to his knees. He wrapped his hands around Joe’s thighs, digging his fingers into the firm flesh of Joe’s ass. Holding him tight, Percy licked from the very base of Joe’s painfully erect cock, all the way, slowly, deliciously, lingering onthe very tip as he let the first taste of precum glide over his tongue.
“Fuck, Percy.” There was nothing, nothing to hold on to, so Joe rested his hands, a little tentatively at first, on Percy’s muscular shoulders.
Percy worked his tongue slowly, all the way up again, this time sliding his lips over the tip of Joe’s cock.
Joe took a gentle hold of Percy’s hair, wanting to watch him, but almost scared to. It was all too sexual all at once, too open, too sudden. Percy cast his gaze up, his blue eyes so deliciously dark, drinking in the curious vulnerability. Joe’s ample cock hid most of Percy’s perfect lips, but Joe could have sworn he saw a smirk before Percy tightened his grip and took him deep in his mouth. His hands curled into fists in Percy’s hair, and Percy let out an approving grunt. Joe felt it, felt the vibration from his dick and all through his body. He felt Percy’s muscles strain enthusiastically, and he pulled him in close. Percy moaned his enjoyment again as Joe began to lose himself to the sensation.
He couldn’t—he absolutely should not let himself come here and now in Percy’s intoxicatingly hot mouth. Not when Percy had waited so long. But everything about him was bliss. His warm, wet tongue, his gorgeous, gorgeous lips, every sound of pleasure.
Joe held him tighter now, too scared to thrust hard into his mouth like he wanted to, grasping at his neck and back for stability. He felt his balls tighten, felt the thrill from the base of his shaft, threw his head back as his lips trembled, and used his last ounce of strength to shove Percy off.
Percy was standing before Joe had his balance, arms around him, kissing him, walking him back towards the bed. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Between kisses, “You’re… I’m going to…”
“I’m going to make you come. Say it.”
“You’re going to make me come,” Joe whispered.
“Damn right, I am.”
Percy shoved Joe back and was on his knees between his legs again, cock in mouth, hand squeezing his balls.
“Oh, fuck. Percy!”
Percy’s mouth moved faster now, hotter, tighter, hotter, tighter and faster, and Joe’s brain just about exploded. He smacked Percy’s shoulder hard with his palm as a last ditch effort, once, twice, then in one fast, explosive movement he picked Percy up from the floor, turned him, and shoved him onto the bed.
It was like crack to Percy. Joe fell onto him, forced his kisses against him just as hard as he knew Percy wanted him to, reached down and grabbed his cock, slick with precum, and worked it over and over, up and down, licking, kissing Percy’s neck, his hard nipples, his shoulders, his chest in a frenzy of desperation. His arms were exquisite, his pecs, his abs, everything achingly hard and there wasn’t a spot Joe didn’t want his tongue, but again and again Percy pulled his lips back to his own, his tongue back to his, always and over again, watching him, unable to tear his eyes away.
Joe broke free, pushing himself up on muscular arms, leaning over to the bedside table.
“You’re exquisite,” said Percy, rolling onto one arm.
“Is that right?” Joe replied, trying to break a condom free of its packet.
“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” Percy knocked the condom out of his hand with a casual flick of his wrist and came to kneeling opposite Joe. “Do you know how much I love you?”
Joe tilted his head back as Percy nipped his neck, his hands snaking around his back, the firm heat of him everywhere, and his hand on Joe’s cock again, drawing a gasp. “I think I do, yeah. So I’m gonna need that.” He grasped thecondom, only to have it knocked out of his hand again. “Percy!”
Percy shoved him down onto the bed and grabbed a bottle of lubricant. “You won’t be needing it.”
“Yes, I will.” He reached across again, gaining the condom for half a second, before his arm was twisted behind his back and the thing was flung across the room.
“Percy, you’re being really immature.” Joe wrenched his arm away and pushed himself back up.
Percy shoved him back over and flipped the lid on the lube. “I’ve waited too long for this. You’re getting fucked tonight.”
Joe yanked the lube out of his hand. “Oh, please. Are you honestly going to tell me you don’t want me to fuck you tonight?”
Percy snatched the lube up, threw an arm around Joe’s neck, and in between kisses, mumbled, “I will never tell you that. But a promise—” He let out a sharp breath as Joe grabbed his dick. “Is a promise.”
“No, Percy.” Joe ran his hand down along the length of Percy’s glorious arm, over each and every taut and rippling muscle. “Iwillbe fucking you tonight.” He grasped the lube.
