Page 107 of Slew Foot
From between his thighs, Mickey shot him a quick little grin, then returned to his work. He pressed his lips to Rafe’s balls and he flinched, half expecting a bite there too but it was just a soft little press of his mouth.
Mickey laughed against his skin and the vibration shot straight up Rafe’s spine.
He moaned and shifted a little on the bed and Mickey pressed hard into his thigh with his free hand, pinning Rafe’s leg down.
“Be good,” he whispered. “Don’t move.”
Rafe didn’t. He held his breath as Mickey dragged his tongue along Rafe’s balls, flicking at it every time he drove his finger in deep.
Rafe wanted more but he could also feel himself getting hard again and he didn’t want to shoot off again too fast, so he kept quiet.
He closed his eyes and sort of lost track of time for a while, loving every second of Mickey’s finger sliding in and out of him and the wet lap of his tongue as he worked his way along Rafe’s shaft.
Rafe shivered when Mickey reached the head of his dick but he just worked his way down again. Rafe was so busy thinking about the fact that he couldn’t move but that he really, really fucking needed Mickey’s mouth on his cock, damn it, that he barely noticed when Mickey added a second finger.
He did notice when he scissored his fingers apart because it set a little jolt through Rafe’s body.
“Still good?” Mickey asked.
“Yeah,” Rafe said with a small gasp. “Uhh, really good here.”
Mickey laughed and bit his inner thigh again. “Good.”
Rafe whimpered when Mickey slid his fingers out but then he did something with them, rubbing them along either side of the root of his balls and cock and that was good too. He added more lube and that was evenbetter.
Rafe couldn’t stop the breathy little moans he let out as his cock filled. Mickey tugged at his balls, then did the rubbing thing again.
Rafe tried to stay still, he did, but he felt Mickey’s free hand bite into his thigh, blunt nails digging in.
“Don’tmove,” he warned.
Rafe whimpered. But then Mickey was rolling his balls in his palm, and it was sogood. Rafe bit down on his lip and Mickey dragged his teeth across his inner thigh.
Ohhhand then he sank his fingers inside Rafe again and Rafe yelped because shit, the pressure against his prostate meant his cock was achingly hard.
“Tell me when you get too close,” Mickey warned.
Rafe nodded frantically. “Yeah. Yeah.” He wasn’t there yet but it wouldn’t be long.
And oh, it was even harder now to keep his hips still because fuck this wasso damn good. It was like Mickey knewexactlywhat Rafe had wanted but never been able to ask for before. Never knew he needed to ask for.
It was so much, so overwhelming feeling Mickey touching him so confidently, giving Rafe exactly what he needed.
Mickey’s hand seemed to be everywhere at once, fingers pushing inside him, and then toying with his balls, all while he licked and sucked at Rafe’s cock with his mouth and it was almost too much.
“Close, close,” Rafe managed in a strangled tone, scrunching his eyes tightly shut as he pictured the way his gear smelled after they played in overtime.
Thankfully, Mickey backed off.
His fingers were still buried inside of Rafe, but he switched to gently kissing Rafe’s leg and after a moment, the urgent need in Rafe’s gut ebbed away.
He sighed, letting the tension slide away too, and Mickey rubbed his cheek on Rafe’s inner thigh. “Good boy,” he whispered.
Rafe’s cock jerked in response and Mickey chuckled.
Rafe could feel the vibration of it against his skin and feel the little rasp of his stubble. Mickey was always clean-shaven and his hair was so blond the stubble never showed much, not even this late in the day.
But Rafe could feel it now and that was nice too. He let out a pleased little noise and Mickey rubbed his cheek on Rafe’s thigh again.
