Carl wasn’t a great kisser yet, by any means, and yet Devon was sure that Carl was the fastest learner in the whole world when it came to sexual practices that he’d ever met. Not that he’d had a lot of virgins (or any), but he hadn’t expected to get so attached to Carl’s lips so fast.
“Now,” Carl said, pulling away and dropping back to his haunches where he knelt at Devon’s feet.
They were both naked again, this time in the living room, sitting on a blanket spread across the sofa. The lights were turned low despite the lack of backdoor neighbors who might want to peer in. There was just forest and mountain out there, and no need for caution, but the darkness made the lushness of the way their bodies touched all the more delicious.
Devon supposed this was why most people preferred to fuck at night.
“I’m going to take hold of you,” Carl said with certainty, “and put the head of your cock in my mouth. I’m going to suck it and you’re going to like it.”
Devon nodded, feeling tongue-tied and dizzy. He’d come so many times already in the last few hours; he shouldn’t be this turned on, and his cock shouldn’t be aching like it hadn’t had any attention ever before. But the way Carl talked about sucking him off was arousing as fuck. Carl was matter-of-fact, like it was already a done deal, and it was so damn sexy. Devon was going to lose his mind if Carl didn’t just get on with it.
“No teeth,” Carl muttered to himself as he took hold of Devon’s dick and leaned over it.
Devon wanted to watch, but his eyes closed as Carl’s hot breath encased the head of his dick, and the sweet, slick hotness of his lips and mouth took him in. He’d told Carl to concentrate on the head for now and pump the rest of the shaft with his fist, because deep throating was a whole other thing and not really that amazing unless you were good at the basics, too.
“Get it good and sloppy wet.” Devon moaned as Carl sucked and worked his tongue around the head. “Down the shaft, let the saliva—ahh, yeah, like that.”
His eyes popped open, and he looked to where Carl knelt between his thighs, blond head moving in a swirling motion as the wetness of saliva slid down Devon’s shaft and slicked the places Carl’s fist wrapped around, working him to a higher state of arousal.
Devon’s balls were already drawing up, and he suggested, “You can suck the balls. Lightly. Not too rough.”
Carl pulled off his cock and huffed. “I’ll get to them. Shut up. I’m drinking your pre-cum. It’s hot.”
Then he went back to nursing the head of Devon’s cock, and Devon watched as Carl swallowed a small pulse of pre-cum brought on by the bossy order to shut up. He squirmed as Carl slid his other hand between Devon’s ass cheeks and pressed a finger against his asshole.
“Slick it up first,” Devon said. “If you’re gonna—” He groaned. “Oh, okay, just slide it around there, that’s good. Fuck.”
Devon’s legs started to tremble as Carl rubbed his calloused fingertips against his asshole and sucked the head of his dick like he was going to nurse his entire load straight from the tip. And, if Devon was learning anything about Carl, he would do exactly that if he wanted to and had set his mind on it.
“That’s—” Devon touched Carl’s hair, threading his fingers into it and massaging his scalp. “So good. Right. There. With. Your…ugh. Oh, that’s—fuck.”
He groaned as Carl popped off, leaving him on the edge of orgasm, aching and unfinished. “Why?” he whimpered. “Why do you keep doing that?”
“I like it,” Carl said. He grinned. “Look at you. Sexy Devon. The guy I’ve jerked off thinking about for years. Shaking for me. Waiting formeto let him come. I like that.”
“I can get myself off,” Devon said, reaching for his cock and not at all surprised when Carl grabbed his wrists and squeezed them.
“No. You’ll come in my mouth. Just not yet.”
Devon relaxed back, and Carl released his wrists. He pushed Devon’s legs apart before he sidled between them. Carl’s cock brushed Devon’s stomach as he moved his way up to Devon’s nipples.
“No teeth,” Devon reminded, but then changed his mind as Carl took one nipple into his mouth. “Well, just a little bit of teeth.”
Carl nipped and Devon squirmed.
“That’s all. No more than that.”
Carl flicked his tongue over the nipple and slid his hand back down to Devon’s hole, rubbing the callouses over it and teasing him.
“It’s too dry,” Devon said. “Lick it.”
Carl stuck his finger into his mouth and got it wet, then went back to teasing Devon’s nipple and asshole, but this time it was even better because his finger was wet and slick. “Finger me,” Devon said.
Carl huffed against his chest and bit his nipple again, but harder than before so that Devon jumped. “I’m in charge and I’ll finger you when I want.”
Devon’s feet flexed and released. He wished he could express how hot it was when Carl denied him, but he didn’t want to admit it either, because he also wanted to come. A lot.
“Get on your knees,” Carl said, moving back.
