Insomnia
MiataCatashi
Summary:
Kevin can't say for sure that he knows what Fred's doing to him down there, but it's not like he's gonna complain.
Work Text:
Mmm. Warm. Silky. Kinda tickley.
Oh fuck, mmm. That was good. Super slick and snug as fuck.
Aw, shit, this was getting fantastic, god damn.
The feel of the low rumbling groan from his own throat ever so slowly began to lift him out of his sleep. He had originally thought that maybe the warm, moist feeling curling around his dick had been the aftermath of an intense wet dream painting his nethers until he realized that the feeling hadn't faded with sleep. It was still going strong and hard and powerful and, oh god, so fucking wet and enveloping.
It took every ounce of willpower he had to not just lay there, letting the convulsing motion around his groin lull him back to sleep.
It took even more physical effort to force his exhausted, creaky body to prop up on his elbows. Blearily blinking his sleep soaked eyes a few times, trying his best to see through the moonlit darkness, Kevin finally got enough of his senses together to figure out what the hell was causing the mind numbing vortex of awesome below his waistline.
"Fred?"
A deep, shivering moan coursed through his body and passed his lips as the mouth that was tightly wrapped around his cock bobbed excitedly at the recognition of its owner, immediately choking off any questions of Kevin's that would have followed suit. It was a struggle in itself to reel his eyes back from where they had rolled to the back of his head, let alone coordinate his brain and tongue to form words.
And-holy Jesus-speaking of tongues, the one currently coiled around his tip was swirling and lapping so wetly in the most beautiful of ways. If he didn't know any better, he could have sworn the thing was trying to slurp all the flavor from him like a friggin' butterscotch candy.
There was a small, practically non-existent, moment of clarity—when the moist muscle moved to lick up saliva from the corner of its attached mouth—for Kevin to think of asking Fred what this was all about before that unrelenting hot vacuum of insatiable hunger slicked up to the root of his straining erection in one forceful swallow. The suction of that desperate, powerful, all encompassing mouth was sure to make quick work of whatever thinking capabilities he had left, happily taking it upon itself to turn his brain into a goopy, mushy pile of senseless babbling and a litany of curses. It was almost as if the marrow in his bones was being sucked from his dick.
Was it weird that he was oddly okay with that?
Needy, almost violent, it was as if the mouth was starved of him, devouring him, swallowing, engulfing frantically, sloppy as hell but with a voracious appetite for cock, almost as if it would die without it. Fred's hands were gripping his hips, pulling and thrusting ferociously with sudden fervor, making him gasp and whimper in surprise as those hands forced him to facefuck into that wondrous void.
It was getting harder and harder not to breathe and sob at the same time as the glorious, rising tide of delicious magic loomed over him.
God, had he been sucking on Kevin all friggin' night? Exactly how long had Fred been at this for Kevin to be this close to the edge?
He could have sworn he could feel a nice, healthy, squishy segment of his brain spasm and die from the rapturous explosion that ripped through the network of nerves clutching his spine and blooming inside his head. Holy god, so fucking good and juicy and so luscious and sweet mother of Jesus, when was the last time cumming had caused a full body sweat to slick his entire body? It was so perfect, so damn perfect, oh oh godohgodohgodohgod-
