✔️The Greaser and the Skirtchaser [18+]

12. The Day They Got Below the Belt (M)

Vance didn't know if Blake was trying to torture him, but he was doing a pretty good job of it if he was since Blake was pulling his boxers down so goddamn slow. Vance's waistband was slowly trailing over the brown trail of hair, down the throbbing shaft, and finally past his swollen, leaking tip. It smacked into Vance's stomach, open to Blake's viewing pleasure.

And that asshole did just pause to stare at it. "Woah."

Vance blushed harder, and he was beyond mortified. "Don't—don't stare at it!"

"I didn't know you were so big." He slid a hand up Vance's thigh, across his hip, and finally onto his dick. He gave it a slow, appreciative stroke. "I dunno what I expected. Of course, a greaser would have a pretty big hotrod."

Vance whimpered. He couldn't stand it anymore. "Blake."

He leaned down and spat into his palm before giving Vance a slow pump that sent sparks up his spine. He kept spitting, but he kept going slow, savoring every stroke and watching Vance's hips strain up to meet his hand.

"Why do you keep—please, faster," Vance sobbed, a glob of clear liquid leaking from the slit on his tip.

"Sorry. Give me a second, baby." His hands left his dick entirely, to Vance's agony, but he saw that Blake's hands were fumbling to undo his own pants. Vance watched as Blake's own monstrous size, easily one or two inches longer than Vance's, sprang out of his briefs. Blake lowered his hips against Vance's, put a hand around them both, and thrusted.

They both moaned at the hot flesh rubbing against one another, but Blake paused again to spit onto his hand. Vance whimpered and rocked his hips up.

"So impatient. Such a slut for everything I do." Blake took hold of them both and started rutting against Vance again. "So fucking hot."

"I'm not—" Vance's moan tapered off into a whine as Blake slid against him just right "—a slut, you dickhead."

"Too bad. I got a thing for them." Blake's dick glided against Vance's, hot and throbbing and just as turned on as Vance. "You put up such a fight earlier, but you're melting so adorably right now. You know that it's already 4:35, baby?"

"Fuck," Vance gasped, barely hearing Blake as they slid together just right. He was so maddeningly close to cumming. "Please, just shut up and touch me!"

"I got a better idea." Blake unlatched Vance's hand from where it was gripping the sheets for dear life and drew it to where they were rutting together, leaving Blake's hands free to brace on either side of Vance's face. "Just hold us together, and I'll do the rest, baby."

Blake rutted harder into Vance, and all the precum started to make things even more slippery between them until the glide was hot and wet and perfect. Vance pushed up into Blake, needing more contact, needing the hot press of Blake's skin against his. Vance let out an involuntary whine.

"Hmm?" Blake's eyes locked onto him, dark, intense, pleasured, and entirely focused on Vance. "What do you need?"

Vance blushed. "I-I want a... kiss."

"You've gotta know what you're doing," Blake breathed before diving down to just devour him. Not only was Blake's lips, tongue, and teeth frenzying on Vance's mouth again, Blake's hand also yanked Vance's shirt up to his neck to get at his chest. "You're amazing."

Vance groaned into Blake's mouth, and something seized in his gut. He gasped as white flashed behind his eyelids, and he let out a long, broken whine into Blake's mouth as he spilled hot and sticky onto his stomach. A string of little moans lined up with Blake's thrusts against him.