Their eyes meet. Black to brown, as he sits on top of him on the bed.
They kiss, melting, and merging, and his fingers travel down his body, that he had longed for so long, until he reaches the rim of his jeans.
He smirks into his lips as he feels a throb. He shudders.
He covers his face, head spinning with his uncontrollably beating heart.
He takes the zipper between his teeth and pulls it down, revealing his member, hot against his cheek. His tongue rides up his length, lingering at the tip, laughing when he finds him slowly rocking.
Slowly, he takes it in, relaxing his jaw, humming with his throat. He moans and runs his fingers through his black hair, telling him to stop, but wishing the opposite. He pulls out and pushes against, feeling his length hitting the back of his throat. His breath shakes and slips a hand down his own jeans. Why does it feel so good?
He can feel him pulsing in his throat and he pushes his head downward.
"Mmmmh!" He protests.
He, snapping awake, lets go. "I'm so sorry--"
He shushes him with a finger.
"Patience," he whispers.
He takes it back in, and gulps, moving faster.
"I'm going to come," he moans.
He slows as he reaches his limit and a string of saliva stretches as he parts with his beloved. His revealed rod pulses, twitching at the sudden cold.
"No, you're coming in here." He says and drops his clothes onto the floor.
He slides his knob closer, under there suddenly feeling empty.
"Your virginity is mine," he says, and slowly slides it in.
They both gasp, as it goes in. He rocks to his rhythm, his breath in short burst, ecstasy traveling up his spine with every pump.
"How are you so good at this?" He groans, and pulls at his wrists, before flipping him onto the bed, now him on top of him.
A low moan is the only reply that escapes his mouth before he begins to move faster. "Ah, it's too fast..." It hurts and his length fully rises.
He wraps his arms around him and moans into his neck. They both are at their limit, minds consumed by pleasure, and they both release, his sliding up his chest, and his entering him.
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