“Don’t even think about it,” Corin said as Aster’s hands started to lift away from his thighs. Not only did he want those hands on him, but he’d be damned if he’d let Aster start focusing on getting himself off instead of giving Corin every ounce of his attention. Fuck it twice. He’d decided to be selfish, he might as well go all the way. “If you’re bored I’ll give you something to do.”
Aster’s hands pressed back against Corin’s skin like they’d been glued there, and Aster moaned something slurred that sounded almost like, “Maybe you should.”
Corin stopped, stared, and tilted Aster’s head up another notch, caught somewhere between disbelief and admiration and irritation. The motion rubbed his cock against the inside of Aster’s mouth and nearly made Corin moan too. He forced himself to sound calm and in control as he said, “The fuck did you just say to me?”
Aster raised his eyebrows, fluttered his eyelashes, eyes glinting: firelight or mischief, who could say?
All right then.
Corin adjusted his grip so that he had both thumbs prying open the corners of Aster’s mouth, dug his fingers into his skull, and thrust.
Incredible heat and softness, the constriction of Aster’s throat…Corin’s vision blurred and his head dropped down, every other muscle going rigid. Only a few inches of his shaft fit in Aster’s mouth. He wanted to bury himself, impale Aster’s throat on his length.
A soft choking sound brought him back to reality, and he pulled out enough for Aster to breathe. But only enough, keeping Aster’s head immobile and dragging the head of his cock back and forth over his tongue.
The legs of the chair made a horrible screeching noise as they dragged a few inches along the rough flagstones; Aster had moved again, his hands still obediently in place but his body shoving the chair. He gazed up, eyes unbelievably wide, and Corin couldn’t look away.
Anything more than the plain facts were beyond Corin at that moment, caught and held as he was, desperately close to spending as he was, with his bollocks drawn up tight and his cock pulsing.
“I’m going to come in your slutty mouth, Aster,” he said, and Aster let out a groan that rose to a high-pitched wail. His eyes rolled back in his head as his hands convulsed against Corin’s legs.
Fuck, fuck, and Corin knew that if he could look away from Aster’s ecstatic face he’d see more wetness spreading on the front of his trousers, and the heat of that perfect mouth still surrounded him, and when he thrust one more time Aster tightened his throat and sucked and let out a final strangled moan—
He kept his word, almost toppling forward as he came hard and long, pumping Aster’s mouth and throat full. His vision whited out, his blood rushing like a river in his ears. It went on and on, overwhelming, a humming through every nerve.
At last the final shock hit, a full-body shudder, leaving him wrung-out and tingling from head to toe. He couldn’t feel anything at first but the heat around his softening cock. Then awareness came back to his lungs, laboring away, to his feet grounded on the gritty floor, to…his hands still buried in Aster’s hair, his thumbs caught in the corners of Aster’s lips.
Fuck.
Slowly, so slowly, he slid his thumbs out, withdrawing his cockhead at the same time. Aster’s eyes had fluttered shut, lashes spread out and gleaming against his flushed skin. His mouth looked like someone had—well, like someone had used and abused it beyond what it ought to have had to take.
Not someone. Him. He’d done that, left those rosy lips swollen and shiny with saliva and—fuck. A trace of his come sheened the center of Aster’s lower lip where Corin’s cock had passed over it as he pulled out.
The urge to lean down and suck that lip into his mouth, abuse it a little more, taste himself in Aster’s mouth, hit like a fucking tidal wave, nearly knocking him off his feet.
And then Aster’s tongue flickered out and swiped it off his lip.
Everything went hazy again.
Corin let go of Aster’s head, seized him under the arms, and hauled him up against his chest.
And then he did what he’d been wanting to do for—no, he wouldn’t think about when he’d first suppressed this desire, because it was probably years ago, and that way lay madness. He took Aster’s mouth with his, tongue diving in to chase the taste of his own come and Aster’s summer-rose sweetness.
ChapterTen
The world shuddered aroundhim as the hands on his face went away all at once, and he wanted to cry out but couldn’t, and he was hauled up and pressed to Corin’s unyieldingly hard and muscular chest. He’d have new bruises simply from Corin’s body.
He opened his eyes a slit just in time to see Corin’s dark eyes flashing with something that took Aster’s breath away—and then Corin’s mouth covered his, and the world went spinning off in all directions, disintegrating into fragments.
Fucking his mouth was one thing.
Kissing him was something else. Something Aster would’ve thought Corin would reserve for someone beautiful.
Oh, God, Corin had spent in his mouth, his slutty mouth, and now his tongue tangled with his, opened him up the way he had with his cock, only more passionate and more intimate. Aster sank into it. Corin’s big hands still held him in place with a grip like a vise. If he’d wanted to he could’ve crushed Aster’s skull in those hands. He could’ve choked Aster with that massive cock, forced it into his throat and fucked it.
Instead, he’d chosen to spend in him, hot and metallic with a flavor like smoldering sugar, and then kiss the traces of it out of Aster’s mouth.
Aster couldn’t bring himself to care if he kissed him or choked him or fucked him. No matter which one Corin chose, Aster would be able to imagine he wasn’t just a convenient placeholder for something better.
