All The Ways We Touch [BxB]

sixty-three - burning bridges pt. two

After wiping his hands on the towel, he opened his mouth and cautiously sucked on his balls while stroking him. If Elliot wanted to be fucked, he'd fuck him. But he also wanted to be sure that his pleasure would be just as potent as if he'd fucked him.

Moaning, he gently ran his fingers through Jamison's hair, his eyes closed and head leaning back. Watching him would be pleasant, of course, but to really relax, he decided it was best to try and just soak in the feelings rather than become hyper-focused on any one part.

After a moment, Jamison moved on to dragging his tongue up his shaft until he rounded the top, lapping up his sweet precum, and took him in his mouth. Elliot's moan deepened, becoming more guttural, and he began to grip his hair, though he was yet to pull or do anything else that might make Jamison uncomfortable.

"Please," he breathed, desperate to be in his throat.

It was now Jamison's turn to try and relax as he slid his dick down his tongue—he'd prefer not to trigger his gag reflex if possible. It'd happen, but hopefully not too quickly. Unless that was how Elliot wanted it. With his hand in his hair, he wasn't sure if he'd become more involved or if the way he was looking away was an indication that he was content to let him do what he wanted. Which, at this point, was letting him glide down his tongue and approach the back of his mouth before sucking as he pulled back. With time, he invited him closer and closer to his throat.

Elliot's grip tightened at the two sensations. "Fuck," he moaned, drawing it out, and inadvertently beginning to pull his hair. It felt so good that he wasn't sure if he'd be able to last very long, especially with how exhausted he was. His body wasn't terribly interested in prolonging the experience, no matter how good it felt. Besides, he really, really wanted to get fucked, and his body was almost more focused on the pleasure of getting railed than the pleasure of getting his dick sucked. Almost.

Looking back down, he whimpered as he watched Jamison, and then decided he wanted to become a more active participant. His bossiness had yet to come out, so Elliot figured that it would be okay if he just did what he wanted—and maybe that meant he could take charge. Licking his bottom lip, he pulled Jamison's hair and watched as his eyes opened wider in surprise. "I need your throat," he said, his breathing growing heavier. He may be vocalizing what he wanted, but he wasn't like Jamison and didn't have his demanding confidence.

Regardless of the lack of confidence, Jamison obliged and opened his mouth wider, giving himself over to Elliot, and letting his dick glide into his throat with a moan. As his head ventured further, he did his best to try and remain relaxed, to not begin choking on him, and managed to hold off until Elliot pulled back to the tip of his tongue. God, it felt good.

Then, after a couple of seconds, Elliot pulled his hair taut to keep him in place and pushed back into his mouth with speed, groaning loudly as he felt his heart speed up in anticipation of his orgasm. Fucking Jamison's mouth and throat sounded fantastic, so he wasn't going to let the opportunity pass. Especially not when Jamison was letting him lead. Truthfully, though, he enjoyed it more when he was made to work for his pleasure and was put in his place by Jamison's bossy persona.

While keeping his head still and his mouth open wide for Elliot's surprising slight aggression, Jamison ran his hands up Elliot's legs, up to his butt, and began squeezing again, moaning all the while. Then, he brought one hand to his balls and gently rotated them in his palm, trying to help add to the sensations he was experiencing. The deep moan he let out said that he was enjoying it, and from the way he was pumping in and out of his throat, it seemed that he was quickly building up to his orgasm. There was something hot about being used for Elliot's pleasure, and he wondered if that was why Elliot was always so eager to be used by him.