“I’m gonna come,” Jax breathed in warning.
“Good.” Ari deep-throated him in one go, his eyes still on Jax’s.
Granted permission, Jax couldn’t hold back, and when Ari once again pressed on his perineum, he shouted, slammed his eyes shut, and came, his fingers twisted in Ari’s hair. Ari hummed and swallowed and didn’t release Jax until he was gasping and tugging his hair. “Please!”
Ari finally pulled off, and Jax collapsed into the sheets, quivering and panting, a puddle of sated goo. Ari gave him a few cleaning licks, then crawled up Jax’s body. Was it too cliché to compare his lover to a wildcat? The look in his eyes was certainly predatory. Jax shivered in delight and pulled Ari to him for a sated grateful kiss.
Ari wiggled his hips, his hand brushed against Jax’s, and then the cotton briefs separating them were gone.
“I can suck you,” Jax said between kisses. He made a move to get up, to roll them over, but Ari laced their fingers together and pressed Jax’s hands into the pillow.
“Later.” Ari settled himself comfortably over Jax and started to thrust, rubbing his dick into the cut of Jax’s hip, his belly bumping Jax’s sensitive cock, and God, Jax might just get hard again.
He wanted to protest that hewantedAri’s dick in his mouth, had wanted it for weeks, but he got the feeling Ari had a plan. Jax was happy to call the shots at the bar and just as happy to take a back seat in the bedroom.
Especially when taking a back seat meant rolling his hips up to meet Ari’s, lifting his head to catch Ari’s lips in another kiss, and angling his body until their cocks slid together.
The contact was almost too much on his oversensitive skin, and he unintentionally bit Ari’s lip. If the noises Ari made were any indication, he didn’t object.
But it was only a moment before Ari pulled away, scraping his stubble against Jax’s cheek. “Not too sensitive?”
They both glanced down at the same time. Their cocks nestled alongside each other, Jax’s still glistening with saliva, Ari’s uncut one leaking on Jax’s abs. They were both hard.
“Pretty sensitive,” Jax admitted, “but turns out I’m into it?”
Ari’s eyes went dark—darker—but he didn’t lower himself all the way. Instead he raised his hand to Jax’s mouth. “Lick.”
Jax’s dick jerked in approval. No way Ari didn’t feel it. He looked like he wanted to eat Jax alive.
Jax licked, thick and sloppy, because he was into the sensitive thing but chafing was still a hard no. Real lube would’ve been better, if it hadn’t meant stopping.
Fuck stopping.
Ari wrapped his hand around them both, then slotted his mouth back over Jax’s.
Jax was right about violinists’ hands. Ari was playing him expertly.
It didn’t take long with Ari stroking them together like that. One minute Ari groaned into Jax’s mouth as Jax fisted one hand in his hair and dug the other into the flesh of his ass. The next Ari was tearing his mouth away, sitting back on his heels to watch as he came all over Jax, splattering his chest and stomach. Hot liquid coated his fingers too, and Jax’s cock, until Ari was jerking Jax off with his come for lube.
“Fuck,” Jax said weakly.
Ari rubbed his thumb under the head. He looked wild, his tangled, sweaty curls framing his face, his lips swollen. “Jax.”
“Uhh,” Jax said as his orgasm ripped out of him.
For a moment he lay still as Ari knelt above him, both of them breathing hard. Jax’s mind was blissfully blank. After the night he’d had, he knew sleep was lurking right around the corner. Probably within the next five minutes.
Their eyes met, and oh no, were things going to get awkward? Was it too soon for sleepovers? Should he leave?
Ari blinked first, when he broke eye contact to rake his eyes down Jax’s chest and stomach and—
Jax cleared his throat, flushing despite the fact that he’d been writhing shamelessly under Ari’s touch forty seconds previously. “I appreciate your appreciation, but I need at least an hour if you want me to get it up again, and I’m about three and a half minutes from unconsciousness. Do you want me to leave?”
Ari blinked again, his brows drawing together slightly. Jax felt very naked. “Absolutely not.”
“Oh,” Jax said faintly, instinctively burrowing deeper into the mattress. It was a nice one, with nice sheets too. “Okay.”
“Stay here,” Ari said, voice suddenly warm. Jax couldn’t see his face anymore; his eyes were closing. “I’ll get a washcloth.”
