Real Love

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She nuzzles on Tai’s clothed erection before freeing it from its confines. She looks surprised in a pleasant way Tai hopes, before her eyes soften again, falling shut as she lays a kiss on Tai’s leaking tip.

Tai's hands settle on the blanket, gripping tight and forcing himself not to push Angel down.

Angel starts at the base, open mouthed kisses accompanied by maddening flicks of warm tongue, while her hand services the head rubbing circles on the tip to spread the dampness. Her’s diligent and purposeful, progressing slowly but surely with her mouth going slacker by the seconds like she's drowning in the act and God, Tai loves nothing but a good buildup.

Tai knows he gets wet easily, sometimes making it hard to hide wet spots when he’s inexplicably turned on. He’s leaking furiously now, immersed in the sensations on his dick and the accompanying visual stimulation because if someone can look unfairly pretty while slobbering on a cock, it’s Angel. She's lavishing broad licks now, always starting from the bottom, and Angel relishes on her surprised gasp when a drop of Taichi’s precome trails down to land on her tongue, giving her a taste maybe she doesn’t expect to taste it until she reaches the tip?

After it bursts on her taste buds and slides down slender throat when she gulps it down, Tai watches Angel exhale, all shuddery and a little helpless. Her reaction makes Tai shiver, going all the way down his spine to settle hotly in his balls.

“You’re so wet,”

He hears Angel says before she finally engulfs him, warm suction on the head of Tai’s cock that has the brunette almost keeling over. Angel’s mouth is hot, damp, perfect, accepting and eager like she’s been wanting this as much as Tai has, and God, isn’t that a pleasant thought.

It’s relatively quiet for a moment, only Angel’s sucking sounds interspersed with Tai’s hisses and moans. Angel has her lips stretched wide, about halfway down now and Tai’s brain which has been working on a snail’s pace finally registers that Angel is steadily working her way down. She hasn’t come up for air in a while, carefully breathing through her nose and humming rhythmically through it all, eyes shut in concentration.

“Amazing, Angel,”

He finds himself saying, half stupid with desire but no less sincere. He reaches for Angel’s free hand and smiles when he holds on, loving the intimacy and reassurance in the gesture.

His mind is lost in a happy place, so the first sign of resistance catches him off guard. He jerks when he feels the head of his cock probing the tender opening of Angel’s throat. Objection is on the tip of his tongue, but Angel squeezes his hand tight, as if to say let me, and Tai wants to grant every single one of her wish.

God, it should hurt, shouldn’t it, fighting your gag reflex like that, but Angel is nothing but relentless, painstakingly working her way further down in tiny increments. As her throat opens up for Tai, she lets out a tiny choking sound, and Tai’s eyes fly open in alarm. With shaking fingers, he brushes Angel’s black bangs away to take a good look at her face, and what he sees makes him falter.

Angel’s face is considerably flushed, a slight frown wrinkles her forehead, and the pink ring of her lips is dangerously close to curls of wiry brown hair, and just how much of Tai has she managed to take in, oh God,Tai’s frenzied inner voice supplies. A bead of tear settles on the corner of Angel’s eye, and it feels like heaven but Tai’s protective instinct roars and he needs to shake him off, but he’s too scared to move because he could inflict further damage, and oh my fucking God, did she just suck?

Tai should know better than to trust his brain to make a narrative when Angel is giving him a blowjob.

“Angel,”

He chokes,

“shit, fucking shit, you—”

Angel chooses that moment to push down, going as deep as she can, nose pressed to Tai’s pubic hair and throat flexing around his length. Tai feels like something explodes behind his eyelids at how good it feels, white noise ringing in his head and taking away his consciousness for split seconds of pure pleasure.

It’s hotwettightheat and he feels pressure in his balls, everything in him screaming for release, to thrust into that all too welcoming heat and take take take. He doesn’t want that kind of one-sided pleasure, though, and is grateful to find restraint at the sight of tear tracks on flushed cheeks and Angel’s hand in his, gripping tight enough to cut off circulation.

And then it gets dangerous when Angel’s breathing kicks up a notch, desperate puffs of air on Tai’s overheated skin. Her face is an abnormal shade of red, and Tai’s stomach drops.

“Hey, Angel,”

He tries, summoning remnants of articulacy,

“Hey, you’re not breathing right. Pull off, come on. Please pull off.”

Angel makes a quiet noise of indignation, but Tai isn’t up for negotiation. He curls strong fingers around waxen strands and pulls, forceful but not rough, and Angel’s sharp fingernails dig into the fleshy part of Tai’s palm as her last resort at rebellion before she finally gives in.

She pulls off in a slow, torturing motion, lips a tight circle around Tai until she reaches the tip, where the need to breathe seems to overwhelm her that she takes a sudden intake of air. As a result of that, her mouth falls open and it spills. A mixture of spit and Tai’s pre-cum, viscous and copious, dripping down his dick only to pool at the base. It’s fucking messy but also the single hottest thing Ta’s ever witnessed.

He shakes his head and focuses back on Angel, who’s now sitting on her haunches and taking huge lungful of air. Tai scrambles to follow, worry and arousal warring inside of him.

“You okay?”

He whispers, tries his hardest to ignore his still very prominent boner and the wet mess at its base.

“Yeah, ‘m fine,”

Angel replies, her voice is hoarse and wrecked and Tai swallows in sympathy.

"Angel, you didn't have to do that"

"I wanted to because I love you, you have done so much for me and I have very little to give to you"

Tai smiled as he caress her face.

"You gave me everything"

"How?"

"You gave me you"

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