It began to perk up under his scrutiny. Fionn swallowed a gravelly cough as Rory, unable to help himself, bent lower to get a better look.
As the shape of Fionn’s cock filled out it retained a smooth overall appearance, lacking certain features like a frenulum or obvious glans, yet bearing a slit opening in the tip.
‘Are you cut or do you just not have foreskin?’ Rory found himself asking.
‘We don’t have… excess skin,’ Fionn replied stiffly.
‘And eggs come out ofthat?’
Fionn’s girth looked similar to Rory’s, though it was maybe a couple of inches longer, which ironically made it appear slimmer. Rory considered the thickness of Fionn’s fingers and the fact that two of them had gone into him quite easily…
‘They are expelled through this opening.’ Fionn grasped his cock, angling it so Rory could see the tip better. The sight sentan electric thrill through Rory, like he was watching something illicit in the way Fionn handled himself. ‘But I am not currently in season, so there is no risk of that happening right now. In case that worries you.’
Fionn watched him carefully, anxiously even.
‘In season?’ Rory repeatedly stupidly.
‘You are sure you wish to know?’
‘Just tell me how it works.’
Fionn ran a thumb down his shaft as if self-conscious of it. ‘Our bodies produce eggs in a three-month cycle. If the eggs are not laid within a short period—about two weeks—then they are reabsorbed by the body. It has been a month since I was last in season. Since I last had eggs ready for laying.’
Rory tore his eyes away from Fionn’s cock and met his dark gaze instead. His heart was pounding in his chest. ‘So do you still like to… get off? Can you get off if you’re notin season?If I…’
‘I would love to feel your mouth,’ Fionn blurted. The shade of his face was so deep now that his skin colour was practically midnight. His silver hair flashed against it, as stark as stars.
Rory dropped to his knees with a splash. The cold water didn’t phase him even slightly. There was probably nothing that could douse the fire currently in his underwear. And as he found himself at eye-level with Fionn’s smooth cock, it only burned hotter.
Fuck, I’m really going to do this.
Rory edged his lips forward until they grazed the tip of Fionn’s blue length. It felt warm against them. He smelled salt and musk.
Rory pressed closer, persuading his lips to part and take the first inch of Fionn into his mouth. It was so smooth against his tongue, like the thing was made of glass. Except it pulsed slightly, revealing the pliability of flesh. The heat of it, sitting snug in his mouth, was a sensation to be savoured.
Like a cascade of epiphany, all these little observations lined up one by one to add to Rory’s arousal.
Overhead, Fionn groaned roughly. ‘Your mouth is perfect, Rory.’
And that sent another thrill through him.Perfect,Fionn said, with utmost gravity.
Rory wanted him to say it again, so he plunged slowly down, taking in another couple of inches. The subtly bulbous tip of Fionn’s cock swept over the back of his mouth near his throat. Rory would have worried about a gag reflex if the sensation wasn’t so fulfilling.
Fuck, he was enjoying this, wasn’t he? Fucking fuck.
Rory was struck that he could choke on this cock if he wanted to. If he wanted to really ram it down and let his mouth feel fucked. Or let Fionn take control. Maybe even restrict his air a bit…
God, he wanted to touch his own dick so badly.
He heard Fionn panting. ‘Rory. You are so… Your tongue is… I think I’m going to…’
Don’t come yet,Rory wanted to say.I’m only just getting the hang of this.
Fionn’s hand landed on his head. Fingers twisting in his hair. Urging him to take Fionn just a little deeper.
Ohh, fuck,Rory’s brain garbled as Fionn’s hot cock pushed into the back of his throat.
The heat began to expand. The flesh already filling him so beautifully began to push more insistently at the walls of Rory’s mouth. It started to fill the space in his throat.
