Not that Aster didn’t enjoy it too. Relieved beyond measure that Corin hadn’t stopped, he tipped his head back, moaning as Corin pushed his shirt up and traced his fingertip around one nipple and then the other, back and forth in a figure eight that had Aster arching up into the touch.
Corin was stuck with him, at least for now.
He didn’t trust his voice after that; no more teasing or joking around, because he’d have managed to say something even more revealing or tactless than he already had.
And so he simply encouraged Corin with little moans and cries—not that he could’ve kept them inside—and yielded to whatever he wanted to do to him. His clothes came off, he almost didn’t know how, lost in a haze of Corin’s touches and kisses and his heavy weight moving over him.
At last he lay completely bare, panting up at the shadowy ceiling as Corin rubbed his bristled face against his stomach. It tickled, and his hands flailed as he shivered, landing in Corin’s hair. Corin’s loose shirt hung down and brushed over his cockhead in an unbearably light tease. He could barely even moan, he was so overstimulated and desperate.
“Almost there,” Corin said, and bit him just below his navel.
Aster lifted his head and peered down at Corin’s dark one bent over him, at his hands wrapped in those black waves. He tried pushing, but Corin didn’t budge, only laughed against his skin and nipped at a hipbone.
“Almost there,” he said again, licking his way along the crease of Aster’s thigh and groin. “Patience is a virtue.”
And then he paused, took a deep breath, and pressed his lips to the tip of Aster’s cock.
ChapterSeventeen
The conversation looming overthemcould wait if it meant he could have this. Fuck, he wished it’d wait forever. Having Aster moaning under him, incoherent and practically sobbing with desire while Corin slowly kissed down his sweet body, had to be one of the most wonderful experiences of his life.
Or it would’ve been if he’d had the slightest idea what the fuck to do once he reached his inevitable destination.
More than a few men and women had gotten on their knees for him in the twenty years or so since his first youthful fumbles with another person. And he’d pleasured a great many lovely cunts with his mouth—and even tongue-fucked a few very pretty asses.
He had never sucked a cock.
God, he wanted to. Aster’s, anyway. The taste of his skin drove Corin mad, so warm and rosy and salty all at once. Imagining how his cock might feel in his mouth had him hard again even after coming down Aster’s throat.
Aster, who’d twice now sucked him off so perfectly that nothing Corin could do would compare.
Corin didnotlike to be second best.
So he stalled and pretended to be making Aster wait, undressing him slowly and playing with those delicate little nipples of his, kissing and licking his throat, squeezing and kneading his ass and teasing his hole with a fingertip. By the sounds he made, throaty whines and moans and the occasional impossibly arousing whimper, he didn’t mind Corin’s attentions. And Corin certainly didn’t mind taking his time with Aster’s beautiful body. If he’d been more confident in his cocksucking skills, he’d have relished spinning it out as long as possible, teasing and tormenting Aster until he cracked.
Finally he simply had no excuse to avoid keeping the promise he’d so rashly made when he told Aster not to come.
He lifted his head from the delicious, tender bit of skin just below Aster’s hipbone, sucked in a deep breath, and lowered down again, this time touching his mouth to the flushed cockhead that’d been trying to hit him in the chin.
Fuck, that felt so soft, the skin as smooth and delicate as that of a woman’s labia, only more tightly stretched and glossier, somehow. He knew how a cock felt in his hand, of course—his own and others. But it was so different against his lips.
Aster groaned, a low, desperate sound, his hands clenching almost painfully in Corin’s hair.
Corin started guiltily. He’d been so caught up in the novelty of it that he’d almost forgotten this wasn’t meant to be for him.
He glanced up under his eyelashes and found Aster’s head raised, wide-eyed gaze fixed avidly on him. He looked almost wild, flushed and panting, chest rising and falling too quickly.
It gave Corin a new surge of confidence. At this point it hardly mattered what he did; Aster would enjoy it regardless.
But giving him pleasure wasn’t the same as being the best Aster had ever had. Aster deserved it.
Keeping their gazes locked, he slowly parted his lips and flicked out his tongue, darting the tip of it into the slit of Aster’s cock. Aster’s head fell back for a moment as if his muscles had given out, and he let out a gratifyingly high-pitched cry.
All right. Corin could do this. He repeated the motion of his tongue, and then when Aster’s cock bobbed annoyingly in a way reminiscent of that children’s game with the apples on a string, he wrapped his fist around the base of it to keep it in place. That got him another satisfying moan and Aster’s fingers tugging so hard on his hair that his scalp stung.
Fuck, yes.
What would Aster do if Corin swallowed him all the way down, with or without any particular skill in the act?
