The Art of Ink

Chapter Eleven - Perpetuation

"Do you have any.." He Tian kissed his way up to the top of Mo Guan Shan's shivering inner thigh. "...idea what you do..." close to the crease of the leg and groin his tongue came out and licked, sucking a bruise, as if to claim him "...to me Mo Guan Shan?"

Mo shook his head back and forth, looking at the black haired man between his legs he had an odd sense of foreboding, like this guy was going to ruin him for anyone else for the foreseeable future.

"You make me want things, things I normally won't allow myself." He Tian's dark eyes were locked to his, he never looked away, his eyes full of promise.

Shan watched as He Tian's lips got closer, before Mo had time to comprehend what was happening, He Tian blew hotly against his balls.

Fuuuuucckckkckkckck! Mo's brain checked out because suddenly thinking clearly was becoming a massive effort. Biting his lip he watched a broad tongue snake out lave one ball sucking on it slowly, before moving onto the other one.

"Aaaah bastard, no you can't.." Mo fists gripped the sheet beneath him, his thighs fell open before he could even register why.

The gangster just grinned. "Lube?"

Mo's eyes grew wide, on autopilot he leant over and grabbed the bottle from his bedside cabinet. With a shaking hand he tossed it to He Tian, who caught it and resumed his position between Mo's legs. What was the black haired dude doing? He heard the cap flick up on the bottle, watched as a liberal squirt dribbled down He Tian's fingers.

The gangster didn't give him much notice before he stood Mo's cock up in a tight fist and leaned down to lick the leaking head with a broad swipe of his tongue.

"Hmm you taste good little artist." Tian moaned a little because the redhead did taste good, salty precum painted the centre of his tongue. He traced his palm up Mo Guan Shan's abdomen, to a firmly muscled chest, tweaking painfully hard nipples with his wet fingers. He flicked his nail across the tip and squeezed it firmly.

"Shit, fuck, shit...." Mo's desperate chants filled his small bedroom, his voice sounded weird and embarrassingly needy.

Licking the shaft from root to tip, Tian enjoyed the feel of throbbing veins and twitching dick under his tongue. All of the redhead's moans and cries were music to his ears. He sucked Mo's hard dripping cock into his mouth, taking it deep. His tongue curled around the shaft, making sure to get it as wet as possible with his saliva. Then he started bobbing his head.

"Yes...aaah!" Mo's hands shot down and soon his fingers were thrust into inky black hair. What the hell?! Was that really his voice shouting with pleasure? He felt out of control, like he was going to come right now, like he wanted to explode down the gangster's convulsing throat. His hips started fucking up into that hot mouth. No! This was happening too soon! His head fell back on the pillow.

He Tian was watching every expression on the redhead's face, it was seriously testing his ability to keep his own orgasm in check. He wanted to see Mo Guan Shan come, watch that moment he peaked and ecstasy washed over his flushed face. Keep up the lavish attention on the kid's dick with his mouth, Tian's lubed up fingers stroked over Mo's painfully tight balls. A single finger stroked between firm ass cheeks and rubbed the cute tight asshole in circles, watching every expression Tian pushed a slick finger inside groaning at how hot and tight Mo Guan Shan was.

Mo was aware that he was going to die, his cock was being deep throated and tongued expertly, his balls were so tight, he seriously feared they were going to rip apart. Soon he was a slave to sensation, every time that warm tongue curled around him, every times he felt He Tian's throat close around the head of his cock Mo grabbed the hair in his hands harder and harder. He was so absorbed in his own pleasure, he belatedly noticed a wet finger sliding in and out of him, twisting and curling. He was going to die right now.