thick cock popped free.
The sight of Mitchell licking his pretty lips made Luke instantly even harder, his dick twitching right in front of Mitchell’s face. And then Mitchell was bobbing his head down, his smooth, wet lips wrapped around the head of his cock.
He didn’t take it all in, but he stroked the shaft with his hand wrapped just above his mouth. As Luke’s cock grew wetter and more sensitive, it almost felt like he was sucking the whole length. But no—he was focusing those incredible lips and that filthy tongue on the head of Luke’s cock.
The wet warmth engulfing and squeezing around him was mind-blowing. Luke hadn’t been sucked off in… months, actually.
Jesus, that was sad.
“M-Mitch…” Luke moaned, just to taste his name on his kiss-sweetened lips.
The realization hit him seconds later: he was gonna come. In Mitchell Keane’s mouth. And the man was staring up at him with sex-clouded eyes. He moaned his appreciation while he fumbled under himself. Mitchell was rubbing himself off through his pants to the sight of him.
Luke’s muscles twitched and squeezed. Sometimes—months ago, when he was actually getting laid now and then—he mentally named muscle groups when they contracted. Now, his mind was too fucking far gone to manage proper words.
All he could focus on was his own flushed, hard length pushing past those firm, wet lips, and the tongue coaxing his release along, and…
“Mitch!” The cry was ripped from Luke’s throat in a breathless, groaning growl. He thrust his hips forward a couple times against the tight rings of his once-best-friend’s fingers and lips. He was squirting his load across Mitch’s tongue. Mitchell swallowed it down without thinking twice. Those wide, dark eyes were still drinking in every second of Luke’s pleasure.
Luke was barely soft before he pulled his cock out of Mitchell’s mouth, loosening his grip on the sheets. He hadn’t dared grab Mitchell’s shoulder in case he’d dislocated it with his all-consuming need for orgasm.
Mitchell’s bulge that he’d been palming was obvious against his pants. Luke only had to flex a couple muscles to flip them over until Mitchell was on his back and he was scooting down the bed. He unfastened his pants with as much care as he could manage, which wasn’t much.
“Oh, God, yes,” Mitchell moaned, writhing against the bed as Luke rubbed against his underwear. Then, he yanked that down, too.
Mitchell’s cock looked fucking delicious. It was crooked up a little, his balls thick and low, his cock head red and shaft veiny and thick.
Luke moaned his appreciation and started mouthing kisses along the velvety shaft from base to tip, adding flicks of tongue.
Mitchell gasped for breath. Luke’s name tumbled off his lip a few times before Luke indulged him. He pressed his lips tightly around the head and swallowed his shaft down all the way.
“Jesus!”
Luke loved the surprised and utterly pleased reaction he wrung out of Mitchell. He swallowed his length in one quick swoop of his head, letting it slide along his tongue. He sucked hard as he bobbed his head up and down, relishing the taste of him. Salty, just a little musky, almost sweet… Luke was lost for words, but he didn’t need any.
He just needed his mouth to show how he felt.
Mitchell gasped and pushed up into his mouth as he tangled his hand in the short hairs at the back of Luke’s head. His other hand squeezed Luke’s shoulder like he didn’t know where else to put it. The bite of his nails into skin made Luke’s head spin with pleasure.
“I’m—I’m almost… Luke, oh, shit, I’m…” Mitchell panted as Luke felt his shaft swell inside his mouth. Thick, salty liquid coated his tongue. More importantly, Mitchell’s face was twisted in stunned pleasure as his lips parted. “Yes! Oh my God, yes… oh…” His hips thrust unconsciously with each little squirt of his cock. Luke let Mitchell fuck his lips while he stared up the length
The sight of Mitchell licking his pretty lips made Luke instantly even harder, his dick twitching right in front of Mitchell’s face. And then Mitchell was bobbing his head down, his smooth, wet lips wrapped around the head of his cock.
He didn’t take it all in, but he stroked the shaft with his hand wrapped just above his mouth. As Luke’s cock grew wetter and more sensitive, it almost felt like he was sucking the whole length. But no—he was focusing those incredible lips and that filthy tongue on the head of Luke’s cock.
The wet warmth engulfing and squeezing around him was mind-blowing. Luke hadn’t been sucked off in… months, actually.
Jesus, that was sad.
“M-Mitch…” Luke moaned, just to taste his name on his kiss-sweetened lips.
The realization hit him seconds later: he was gonna come. In Mitchell Keane’s mouth. And the man was staring up at him with sex-clouded eyes. He moaned his appreciation while he fumbled under himself. Mitchell was rubbing himself off through his pants to the sight of him.
Luke’s muscles twitched and squeezed. Sometimes—months ago, when he was actually getting laid now and then—he mentally named muscle groups when they contracted. Now, his mind was too fucking far gone to manage proper words.
All he could focus on was his own flushed, hard length pushing past those firm, wet lips, and the tongue coaxing his release along, and…
“Mitch!” The cry was ripped from Luke’s throat in a breathless, groaning growl. He thrust his hips forward a couple times against the tight rings of his once-best-friend’s fingers and lips. He was squirting his load across Mitch’s tongue. Mitchell swallowed it down without thinking twice. Those wide, dark eyes were still drinking in every second of Luke’s pleasure.
Luke was barely soft before he pulled his cock out of Mitchell’s mouth, loosening his grip on the sheets. He hadn’t dared grab Mitchell’s shoulder in case he’d dislocated it with his all-consuming need for orgasm.
Mitchell’s bulge that he’d been palming was obvious against his pants. Luke only had to flex a couple muscles to flip them over until Mitchell was on his back and he was scooting down the bed. He unfastened his pants with as much care as he could manage, which wasn’t much.
“Oh, God, yes,” Mitchell moaned, writhing against the bed as Luke rubbed against his underwear. Then, he yanked that down, too.
Mitchell’s cock looked fucking delicious. It was crooked up a little, his balls thick and low, his cock head red and shaft veiny and thick.
Luke moaned his appreciation and started mouthing kisses along the velvety shaft from base to tip, adding flicks of tongue.
Mitchell gasped for breath. Luke’s name tumbled off his lip a few times before Luke indulged him. He pressed his lips tightly around the head and swallowed his shaft down all the way.
“Jesus!”
Luke loved the surprised and utterly pleased reaction he wrung out of Mitchell. He swallowed his length in one quick swoop of his head, letting it slide along his tongue. He sucked hard as he bobbed his head up and down, relishing the taste of him. Salty, just a little musky, almost sweet… Luke was lost for words, but he didn’t need any.
He just needed his mouth to show how he felt.
Mitchell gasped and pushed up into his mouth as he tangled his hand in the short hairs at the back of Luke’s head. His other hand squeezed Luke’s shoulder like he didn’t know where else to put it. The bite of his nails into skin made Luke’s head spin with pleasure.
“I’m—I’m almost… Luke, oh, shit, I’m…” Mitchell panted as Luke felt his shaft swell inside his mouth. Thick, salty liquid coated his tongue. More importantly, Mitchell’s face was twisted in stunned pleasure as his lips parted. “Yes! Oh my God, yes… oh…” His hips thrust unconsciously with each little squirt of his cock. Luke let Mitchell fuck his lips while he stared up the length
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