The Setup » [lashton] √

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Luke stumbled backwards through the door, Ashton's hands holding his waist and barely keeping him upright as he continued working on the hickey he'd started on his neck.

"Close the door properly," Luke let out just above a gasp.

He felt Ashton shift in his grasp as he leaned back to push the door closed. Luke heard the click of the lock, and then Ashton had himself somehow more firmly slotted against him than before.

"Fuck, you looked so hot dancing with that girl," he said, a hot breathy confession against already sweaty skin.

"Yeah? You surprised? Girls find me hot all the time," he told the ceiling smugly, making sure to leave his neck open to Ashton's advances.

His hands were already working on Luke's jeans. "Mmm? You ever fucked a girl before?"

Luke couldn't help but feel like this conversation was ill-timed but answered, not quite sure where Ashton was going with it, "uh, yeah, one girl a few times," he confessed, and Ashton pressed a kiss between his collarbones, groaning.

Working Luke in his hand, he kissed his jaw this time, "I bet you were good too," he said in a breath.

From what he'd been told, he had been good; the thing was, she was pretty much the only girl he'd ever been attracted to. When he'd made the- uh for lack of a better phrase- switch to men, he'd realised it wasn't that different, but he was attracted to a lot of them; it wasn't just the ones he was in love with he wanted to fuck. Which is why he was never that surprised by straight guys that fucked men; it really wasn't that different, if you were the top, that is. Why Ashton wanted to know about girls Luke had slept with, he couldn't fathom. He really never knew what Ashton was thinking.

They held eye contact for a long moment, both breathing heavily, Ashton seemingly trying to make a decision, and Luke watched him a little worried about what that decision was, especially after the strange line of questioning.

Then in a second, the decision seemed to be made, and his hands fell away from Luke, and he lowered himself onto his knees.

"I feel like it goes without saying; I've never done this before," he said, his eyes flicking to look at something on Luke's coffee table.

"Uh," Luke faltered, he'd been sure this day would never come, "breath through your nose, uh watch your teeth, and um a little well-timed tongue goes a long way,"

This was bad, it was stirring a feeling in his guts, and it wasn't horniness that he was sure of. Ashton's eyes finally flicked to his, and there was something akin to fear in them, which definitely caused horniness this time, and the twinge of guilt that went with it.

And then he slowly brought his lips to it, letting himself lick just the tip and then pulling back, "Oh, it just tastes like skin, salty skin," he said, a childlike astonishment at his discovery.

Luke couldn't help but let out a chuckle, "yeah, it's not that bad,"

And with that, Ashton sank as far as his novice jaw would allow him. Then he choked, and Luke felt the urge to reach down and hold him there. He held himself back, knowing it'd be all too easy to scare Ashton away.

He was breathing ragged through his nose, mouth clamped shut, as the thought of how easily Ashton spooked loomed in his mind. Afraid a moan or a whine might make him come to his senses. That being said, even with his concerns, he couldn't help but watch Ashton in awe, sweaty hair resting against his forehead. Eyes closed and lips already shiny with spit.

His hand hovered just above Ashton's head, trying to decide if a touch could hurt until his hand had moved on its own and his fingers threaded into the sweaty curls.