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“No, don’t stop.” He sounds tortured. His cock is a big, hard bulge against my leg.

I shift so I’m on my elbow above him, looking down at him. His eyes are dark with pure lust, his lips are parted, and when he lets out a tiny, desperate sound, that’s all the permission I need.

I fit my mouth over his and holy fucking shit, my entire body springs to life. His tongue sweeps over mine and I feel the lick straight to the bottoms of my feet. My dick throbs painfully against the zipper of my jeans. My nipples ache where they brush against my shirt. Every inch of my skin is primed and I only need a single touch to burst into flames.

I slide my hands under Donnie’s sweater and push them up his sides, taking his clothes with him. He sits up just long enough for me to pull it off him. I reach behind my head, grab the fabric at the nape of my neck, and tug my shirt off in one go.

Donnie shudders and grabs my face. “Fuck, I love it when you do that.”

Do what? Take my shirt off? I’ll do it for him every day if he wants.

His tongue is in my mouth again and his bare chest is a hard, rippled plain. He arches up and the glide of skin against hot skin burns through me. Christ, he feels so good. I press him down with my bulk and he whines, needy and hungry, and I drink up every single drop.

I want to make him come. I want to make him fall apart with pleasure. I want to milk every single sound he has inside him from the smallest whimper to the loudest scream, and once I’ve cataloged all of them, I want to do it again.

I drag my mouth away from his to taste the rest of him. His jaw, his neck, his collarbone, the dip at the base of his throat. There’s a spot that’s particularly tasty, right where his pulse beats strong and steady against my tongue. I seal my lips around it and suck. Donnie’s voice rises an octave. Yeeesss, give me more of that, baby.

I lick my way down to his dusty brown nipples, nipping each with my teeth, then soothing them with my tongue. Donnie’s fingers are in my hair, holding me to him, and I nip and sooth for as long as he needs.

When he lets me move on, I trace every ridge of his flat stomach with my fingers, then my lips, then my tongue, until his muscles are quivering like he’s been holding a crunch for too long. Maybe he is. His entire body is taut, ready to snap at the slightest trigger. I want to have him in my mouth when it happens, I want to swallow him down when he explodes.

I curl my fingers under the waistband of Donnie’s sweats and pull them down around his thighs. His cock is a hard length, trapped against the crease of his hip by the black fabric of his briefs. There’s a wet spot at the tip and I suck it into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Donnie cries above me and I suck harder.

His pre-cum tastes delicious. I can only imagine how much better his actual cum will taste. I bury my nose down by his balls, under his balls, and breathe in his hot, musky smell. It makes my head spin and my dick pulse and I rub my face all over his groin.

His nails scrape over my scalp. His fingers tug at my hair. He rolls his hips as he shoves my head deeper. It feels like he’s marking me with his scent and I am here for it.

I glance up at him. His eyes are half-lidded and his mouth is bruised from our kisses. He’s staring down at me like I’m a miracle unfolding before his very eyes.

“God, you’re gorgeous.”

The words hit me deep. I’ve never been called gorgeous before. Cute, sure. Hot, sometimes. But gorgeous? Never. Not until Donnie.

“You’re gorgeous,” I say and Donnie’s face flushes a pretty pink.

He didn’t mean to say that out loud and somehow, that makes it all even more precious. I press a kiss to the flat of his stomach, taking the moment to soak in the feeling of him against my cheek. Then I hook my fingers over his briefs and push them down to join his sweats.

“So gorgeous,” I say again. I run my lips from the base of Donnie’s cock, right to the tip, then wrap my lips around the head and suck.

“Oh, god!” Donnie’s hips come off the bed and his cock slips deeper past my lips. I push him back down with my weight and follow him with my mouth until he’s lodged in as far as he can go.

I’ve never come just from giving a blowjob before, though with Donnie’s dick in my mouth, I might this time. It’s perfectly thick and heavy on my tongue. It stretches my jaw the perfect amount. Donnie’s fingers rake through my hair, igniting every single nerve ending in my body.

I moan at how good it is, and his balls pull tight in my palm. I roll them and squeeze them. I drag my other hand up Donnie’s body and spread my fingers over the smooth muscles of his chest. Donnie tangles his fingers with mine and suddenly, this isn’t merely a blowjob anymore.

This is… I don’t know, deeper, more intimate, almost spiritual. We both need this so much, the physical connection, the emotional release. Donnie appeared in my life right when I needed him most and I would be lost without him. He’s been my anchor over the past couple days, keeping me safe and secure when everything else is spinning out of control. I owe him so much more than I can put into words. Whatever he needs from me, whatever he wants, I’m going to give it to him.

“Connor! Connor!” Donnie’s fingers grip mine so hard it feels like they’re going to break. His nails might be drawing blood from my scalp.

I suck him deeper, harder. His balls draw up into his body and he’s coming on my tongue. I throw my whole weight on him as he bucks and bends under me. I try to keep my mouth sealed around his cock to catch every drop of his cum, but some still leak out. His orgasm goes on forever and my mouth fills with the salty bitterness of his taste. It’s a drug and I think I’m addicted.

Donnie’s limp by the time he pumps out the last bit of cum onto my tongue. What I haven’t already swallowed down, I lick up, making sure he’s nice and clean. I tug his sweats and underwear down the rest of the way and toss them to the side.

As I climb back up his unbelievably sexy body, I stop at the V at his hips. It should be illegal for anyone to have hips this sexy. I run my tongue up one side and down the other and would have stayed to worship it more, except Donnie tugs at my shoulder.

Donnie attacks my mouth the second I get up there, shoving his tongue between my lips like he wants me to suck on it too. My dick hurts where it’s still trapped in my jeans and Donnie’s hand fondling it isn’t helping. I moan and push my hard-on into his palm.

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