Taking pity on him—or not, depends how you look at it—Gabe leans down and runs his tongue over the tip, Ellis’ taste taking over his senses. Sharp pleasure pierces through his gut, and he knows it’s coming from Ellis.
“Gab—Gabriel…”
Fuck yes. They’ve barely done anything, and Ellis already sounds utterly wrecked. Gabe wants him more wrecked, completely and utterly shattered so he can put him back together.
“I want to suck you off,” he says, hardly recognizing his voice, rough and deep, as if he’s already been throat-fucked instead of just planning on it. “Can I?”
This time, the yes takes a while to arrive, but Gabe can feel it filling the air around them and waits for Ellis to give it a voice.
“Yes.”
Now that he’s been granted permission, Gabe wastes no time reducing Ellis to a babbling, desperate mess. His fingers curl around the base of Ellis’ cock, squeezing just this side of tight,before his lips wrap around the head, giving it a powerful suck. The muscles in Ellis’ thighs contract and quiver as Gabe’s mouth descends lower, taking him in fully until he can feel him bump the back of his throat. It’s been a while since Gabe’s done this, but it’s like riding a bike. His throat relaxes easily, taking Ellis further and drawing an inhuman noise out of him.
“F-fuck.” Ellis grips the edge of the sofa with one hand. Gabe reaches for it, thumb brushing over Ellis' knuckles until his fingers uncurl so he can lace them with his own. Sappy? Maybe. He just loves holding Ellis’ hand. He then takes the other one and guides it to the back of his neck, giving him a meaningful look. He could use words, but that would require him to pull off Ellis’ cock, and he’s not willing to do that.
Ellis gets the memo, eyes wide and breath hitching. He hesitates for a long moment before his hold tightens and his hips rise a fraction, thrusting into Gabe’s mouth.
A shameless moan vibrates from Gabe’s throat. Ellis groans, starting to pump his hips and press down on Gabe’s head. He’s being gentle, considerate, and while Gabe would love to watch him lose control, he loves this too. It’s soEllis, always thinking of other people.
Gabe lets his eyes slide shut in bliss, focusing on the feeling of Ellis’ cock moving inside his mouth, silky and hot, and so good he might come just from sucking him off.
Reaching down with his free hand, Gabe pries his shorts open, his eyes rolling into his head as he finally gets a hand on his own cock, squeezing hard at the base so he doesn’t blow in two seconds flat.
“Fuck, are you—” Ellis’ expression is full of disbelief, his gaze fixed on the hand working Gabe’s dick. His cock swells and twitches in Gabe’s mouth. “Stop.”
Regretfully, Gabe pulls off, Ellis’ cock popping out of his mouth with a lewd, slick sound. “What’s wrong?” Is he so far gone he didn’t notice something was going on?
Ellis strokes behind Gabe’s ear. “Can we…together?”
Oooh. Fuck, yes.
With a feral grin, he pushes up onto his knees and stretches out over Ellis, their groins lining up.
Gabe stares at Ellis’ mouth hungrily. “Do you object to being kissed after a blowjob?”
Ellis’ cheeks flush a pretty pink color. He licks his lips. “Not even a little.” He meets Gabe halfway, surging up and claiming his lips in a bruising kiss and licking into his mouth as if he wants to get a taste of himself. The groan that follows is unhinged, and when he pulls Gabe down by the hips so they can grind together, sparks go off behind Gabe’s eyelids.
Gabe has a moment of regret that he hasn’t taken Ellis’ pants off completely. He’d give anything to have Ellis’ legs wrapped around his waist, gripping him tight as he thrusts and thrusts, bringing them closer to the edge. He’s too far gone to stop now.
The kiss becomes uncoordinated and sloppy as they rub against each other, hips thrusting and sweat breaking out on their bodies. Gabe shoves a hand between them, circling both their lengths and stroking.
Ellis’ mouth breaks away, his expression starstruck. His gaze travels lower to watch what Gabe is doing, and his face sets withdetermination. Seconds later, his hand is joining Gabe’s, trying to mimic his movements. It’s reluctant and clumsy at first, but Gabe removes his hand and puts it around Ellis’, guiding him.
“A little tighter. Don’t overthink it. Just do what feels good.”
Ellis huffs impatiently. “It all feels good.”
Gabe tries not to look too proud of himself. “Good. Let yourself feel it.”
And Ellis does. Gabe can feel his elation, nerves, and fascination. Ellis’ head fell back for a minute, but now he’s back to staring at where they’re pressed together, the tendons in his neck straining with effort. His face and chest are flushed, his breath coming out in short, erratic puffs.
He makes a choked sound, his cock swelling against Gabe’s, hips thrusting out of rhythm.
“Gabe—”
“Me too. Let go.”
Ellis whimpers, his grip tightening further as his cock erupts, splashing come over his hand and belly. Some of it lands on Gabe’s cock, and he moans, replacing Ellis’ hand with his own when his rhythm falters.
