✔️The Greaser and the Skirtchaser [18+]

18. That Time Blake Wanted Something

Blake was sure his own hard-on was poking into Vance's ass when the goddamn buckle finally came undone, and he plunged his hands beneath the cotton waistband. Vance's cock was hot and hard as hell in Blake's hands, just begging for some friction, so Blake did as ordered.

"You're so hard for me. Just a little heavy petting, and you're ready to go, huh?" One of Blake's hands rubbed beneath Vance's tip as the other stroked slow and tight up and down the shaft. "What's so bad about big and bulky if it comes with a beauty like this? Look at you—so responsive down there. You react to anything I do."

It was hard to tell if Vance was listening when Blake was toying with his now leaking tip, but he must be since Blake was murmuring everything right against Vance's ear.

"What's so good about this, you say? I love hearing you moan when I play with the slit on your tip, and it's just adorable how your hips just can't stay still when I'm touching you." Blake kept teasing all the sensitive parts, riling Vance up as much as he could. Vance had both hands on the railing now, leaving his body and pleasure entirely in Blake's hands now. Blake played rough, already past the instinct for petting and kissing and more in the mood to bite and nip. "I wanna get my lips around your cock tonight. I've been waiting since Wednesday to suck you off."

Vance keened, and his dick twitched in Blake's hands, leaking right onto his fingers. It was hot how turned-on Vance evidently was, raring for Blake to do what he wanted with his body.

"I'm gonna hold your hips still, grab you tight enough that you bruise, and wrap my lips around your tip." Vance was getting a little rowdy, so Blake settled him down with a quicker stroke. Vance reached down, not to take matters into his own hands, but to push his boxers down. He wasn't even interested in touching himself even though Blake was teasing him; he wanted only Blake's hands. Instead of making Blake want to reward such a cute thing, that only fed his desire to tease Vance. He licked the edge of Vance's ear, snickered at the way he shuddered, and rumbled out, "I want to take my time teasing you. I want to melt you down into a lewd little mess. I want to drive you goddamn crazy when I finally slip you into my throat and let you fuck my mouth, sweetheart."

A helpless little whine escaped Vance's mouth as his throbbing dick jerked into his fist, and Blake instantly gave him a quicker pump. That little noise unraveled into a fuller moan, but Vance babbled, "No, s-stop, I'm gonna—"

"That's alright, baby. Just cum for me, and I promise I'll blow you until you make a goddamn mess in my mouth." Blake didn't let up until Vance made a long, broken moan and spilled all over his hands. "Yeah, just like that. That's perfect."

"Hah, ah, Blake. There. There, please," Vance breathed before dribbling even more as Blake indulged him by flicking his wrist as he stroked the tip. He keened and turned his face toward Blake's, and brushed his mouth against Blake's cheek and mumbled, "Blake, please, can you—"

"So cute." Blake leaned forward a little more so he could capture Vance's waiting, open lips. He still tasted like root beer. Blake kept kissing Vance even as he stopped jacking Vance off and just held him loosely. "You like it when I kiss you, huh? You even went and asked for it all on your own. You drive me crazy."

They had a hungry, scorching kiss, necks craning to get at each other's lips in a sticky-sweet mix of teeth and tongue. Vance was more aggressive and confident in engaging with Blake since he was licking and sucking just as desperately; he'd completely thrown off his coy charade. He was giving into Blake completely to keep chasing this pleasure. The realization was intoxicating, and Blake wanted to please Vance even more—deliver on that expectation and exceed it.

It had been a few minutes, but Vance was already ready for another round in his hands, and Blake was more than ready to give it to him. After using Blake's pre-prepared handkerchief to clean themselves off, Blake nuzzled against Vance's neck as he rumbled, "Hold up your shirt for me and turn around, okay, baby? Can you do that for me, sweetheart?"