“I get that all the time.” David spoke without making eye contact. “It’s the hair.”
Before Mason could respond to that objectively terrible joke, David pulled on the tab of his zipper and undid Mason’s fly. David was not the only one hard, and as Mason’s slacks slid down to his knees, his underwear bulged out to nearly bursting trying to contain him.
David pushed on his midsection, and Mason couldalmostignore the give in his own belly as he was led down to laying.
All those worries silenced as he laid there, nearly naked, and watched David strip off his shirt. His body was lithe and tall, nipples tiny, dark disks set on either side of his chest. A few little moles or freckles or beauty marks, whatever someone wanted to call them, spread across David’s chest and midsection, bridging the gap between his nipples and his navel. Mason traced a dozen patterns between them, as if he were putting together constellations.
Maybe he could have gotten somewhere, identified an actual image or pattern, if David hadn’t quickly dropped trou, leaving himself on full display. Obviously, Mason hadsomefamiliarity with David’s dick. It had been in his mouth. Seeing it as a part of the whole was somehow more breathtaking than he’d ever seen David before.
Somethingsnapped inside of Mason. Some tension released, and it suddenly felt like he was floating. This was David.Basically perfection. And he was standing there, a smile on his face, staring at Mason with…no hate. He never averted his gaze. He didn’t make any excuse to leave the room. He didn’t try to hide himself, but he also didn’t try to show off his incredible physique. His dick was iron-hard, the head shining with precum in his excitement…becausehe was looking at Mason.
“You were serious.” Mason’s vision blurs and fuzzes on the edges, and he has to take a few moments to collect himself and get rid of the burgeoning tears. “I’m sorry. I should learn to listen to you.”
David strode forward, taking his time. Every movement of his body, however slight, was fluid, the muscles gliding under his skin and inviting Mason to touch him.If only my body could actually move. All he could do was stare and try to recover himself. The shift in that second had been seismic. Cosmic. World-shattering in the best ways.
Before he fully landed and got back into his body, David reached him. With one hand, he pulled Mason’s boxer-briefs all the way off and tossed them away. Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around Mason’s shaft and kneaded it softly. Then he leaned forward so he could whisper. “You seem to be listening just fine.”
“Fuck…”
David knelt down, almost disappearing from sight. But Mason could still feel him, as he ran one hand down Mason’s balls, then slid his fingers into the cleft of his ass. “No fuck right now. I have other plans.” David lifted his head up just enough that Mason could see his dark, hungry eyes boring into him, pinning him to the bed. “Be a good boy and lift up your legs.”
The request slid through Mason, and as he was still floating, he simply played along. There was no reason he could think of not to, and when they lifted up, David gripped his thighs, supporting his legs.
Hot breath washed over Mason’s ass, and then he felt a hard prominence against his taint.
When he felt David’s tongue lapping at his hole, he realized that prominence was the bridge of David’s nose.
Then Mason was definitely back in his body, but his brain completely stopped working. He was just a vessel for pleasure, willing and ready for whatever David wanted.
It was bliss to not think, only feel.
Chapter twenty-five
David
HoweverniceDavidimaginedeating Mason’s ass could be, it was better. The warmth, the groans Mason made, the feel of two flanks of muscle pressing in on either side of David’s face. He could have happily spent the rest of the night, burying his tongue deeper and deeper. Even breathing in was like a drug, David’s lungs filling with sex and musk and masculinity. He pressed his tongue forward, then lapped and circled it around Mason’s hole before trying to push in deeper.
Yeah, this is the desperation I was looking for. It filled him to the brim, then overflowed. He wasdesperatefor every inch of Mason he could get. There was no satisfying himself. It wasn’t as if tasting him, seeing his most intimate areas, was doing anything to sate the hunger. It simply made him that much more ravenous.
Mason’s hole clenched for an instant as David swirled and pressed his tongue into the center, opening him. It was intense, like they were fully connected for the first time. Maybe that was sheer proximity and nakedness. Maybe that was the fact that Mason seemed to finallyget it. For a guy who was obviously so smart, it had taken him a while, and more than a mountain of evidence.
But they’d gotten there, and David buried himself in the feeling of Mason.
Until Mason shifted once. Then twice. Maybe David could have stayed there all day, but he had to account for Mason’s comfort. David knew from experience that, even with help, holding your legs up like that for a long time could be a pain. So he let Mason’s legs down and looked up over his hard cock, full balls.
Mason was absolute cardinal red, but he smiled. Not a tight, nervous grin, but a toothy smile that pulled apart his lips. “Thanks.”
“Well I’m not done.” David ran his fingertips along the underside of Mason’s shaft.”
Mason shuddered, but he recovered quickly and said, “You’re taking a break.” He gestured down his face. “Take a seat.”
David’s cock responded with a twitch and the animal part of his brain howled at him to just listen. But they weren’t animals, even if that desperation still boiled just under his skin. “Are you sure?”
“You weigh twelve pounds.”
“I didn’t shower. I mean, this morning, but not since.”
“Neither did I.” Mason patted his own cheeks. “Come on.”
