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3.6

[4th of October - Barcelona]

Since Luke's departure, Ashton had been inviting Calum to his room more often. Which may have seemed dangerous, but the older man had made it clear that they weren't going any further than they already had, and Ashton hadn't pushed it. However, Calum hadn't said anything about repeating things they'd done already; now that they'd crossed that line, he was happy to play jump rope with it.

Which is why he was nursing an aching jaw as he bobbed his head, holding Ashton's fingers in his hair. He still needed some encouragement to grab, but Calum knew with a little positive reinforcement and he could get Ashton behaving the way he liked. Letting his eyes flick up to see the younger man's were screwed shut, looking in pain, and he wanted to laugh. Why had he imagined his beautiful boy to be all soft whines and writhing on the sheets when he could barely stop himself from coming in a matter of seconds?

He pulled his mouth free, wiping it with the back of his hand. "I just need a quick break," he told Ashton, and watched as the younger man softened, not having to fight quite so hard to keep from coming. Calum hid his smile by pressing kisses into the inside of his thighs. Fuck he loved these thighs. Kisses started small and quick, but steadily, he couldn't help but open his mouth, letting the soft, pale skin sit between his lips longer, letting his tongue tease.

Eyes darted up to Ashton again, whose were screwed shut and nose crinkled. "You're allowed to make noises," he told him, pulling back from his thigh to start lazily working him in his hand again.

Ashton's eyes didn't open, "what if they're embarrassing sounds? What if they come out girly?" he was trying to throw the questions away, but Calum could hear the genuine nerves underneath.

He laughed easily, "Sometimes my moans sound feminine; it's hot when you can tell someone didn't mean to sound like that. So good they can't hold back," he pressed one last kiss to Ashton's thigh as he spoke, eyes fixed on the younger man's face as he continued to work him.

Ashton stayed quiet and Calum wondered if he was trying to make a sound, "c'mon, Ash, if you don't moan, I won't know if you're enjoying yourself, moan for me," he tried to keep the teasing tone from his voice.

All he could manage was a soft 'ah' and Calum shook his head, knowing Ashton couldn't see him. He wrapped his lips around him again, taking as much of his cock as he could before he'd start to choke. Still no sounds. So he started moaning around Ashton, trying for audible but not phony.

Another 'Ah' sound left Ashton, he knew he'd be able to feel the vibrations running down him, and hoped it would be enough to nudge him along. He brought Ashton's hand to his hair again, and continued his intermittent moans as he worked him in his mouth. Until finally, a whine left Ashton's lips, and his free hand shot up to cover his mouth. Calum took it as encouragement, pulling back so he could tease Ashton's tip with his tongue.

"Cal," he whined out, and as much as he wanted to relish the sound of Ashton saying his name in pleasure, he could tell it was a warning. Sinking himself back down, ready for the warm, bitter fluid to hit his tongue. As it did, the younger man let out a soft, choked sound that Calum could have, maybe, mistaken for a woman's voice.

He wiped his mouth clean as he pulled back, and immediately crawled up the bed to the younger man, knowing he would probably need some reassurance.

"Sounded so nice," he complimented, pressing a kiss to Ashton's cheek.

"Yeah?" He asked nervously, relaxing into the pillow as Calum slotted himself next to him.

Calum hummed, "Got so hard thinking about you whining my name all night," he confessed, leaving an open-mouth kiss right under Ashton's ear. He was hard, letting himself fantasise too much about Ashton being needy and achingly hard under him. Holding him close with a bruising grip, and in his fantasy, every time Calum thought they were done the younger man would pull him back into bed, pink lips begging with only the most sinful words.