Paul moaned, his back arching, his head falling against Danny’s shoulder. He reached over, his large palm spreading over Danny’s, holding his hand against his stomach. There was something so very intimate about the touch and Danny needed it desperately.
“Do I have to hurt you?”
“Nope. All you gotta do is aftercare.”
“What’s that?” Danny asked, whispering the words into Paul’s wet hair as he breathed him in.
“Take care of me,” Paul sighed in a completely open and trusting voice. “Hold me, touch me, fuck me… You get it.”
“Yeah,” Danny rasped, sucker-punched by the lust that crashed over him when he realized this was really happening. “I can do that.”
Instead of hating that bitch who hurt the man he loved, Danny found himself wanting to kiss her feet for gifting him with this moment as he turned Paul around. He looked into eyes that were clouded with desire, stormy in hue due to the pain that had left them dilated and exposed.
Paul’s moan was muffled against Danny’s lips when he leaned down and kissed him, caressing his cheek, feeling the first signs of stubble under his thumb. Then he was falling, his mind shutting down from the pleasure of Paul’s feverish response. It went from sweet to desperate, from one raspy breath to the next. Paul’s fingers tangled in Danny’s hair while he stood on his toes, bringing their cocks into contact. Danny’s knees jerked in response, his hand sliding to Paul’s gorgeous ass to pull him tighter against him.
This wasn’t going to last very long, not with them dry fucking each other, the hot water making the slide of cock against cock slick and decadent. Shimmers of pleasure danced over his skin as low moans of desperation Danny barely recognized as his own burst out of him.
Unwilling to wait another moment, he fisted a hand tightly in Paul’s hair, forcing him to his knees, being vicious and impatient in his desperation. “Suck me.”
Blinking against the spray, Danny saw Paul’s eyes grow wide and glassy. He glanced up at Danny, appearing stunned by how quickly he had ended up kneeling in servitude. Then he licked lips that were parted in stunned awe and looked back to Danny’s cock. Danny thrust his hips forward, fisting his hair tighter when he realized it was raw, unrestrained lust that was making Paul waver where he knelt in front of him.
Wanting to fuel the fire of Paul’s passions, Danny demanded in a dark voice, “Open your mouth and suck it. I wanna feel it and you’re gonna give it to me.”
Paul’s eyes rolled back as he took a sharp gasp and leaned closer. He wrapped one strong arm around Danny’s back as he took his cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue over the tip. Danny’s eyes drifted closed from the warmth of it, loving the seductive pleasure of gentle exploration.
Knowing Paul had never sucked cock, he didn’t mind the teasing that came from a lover trying to become accustomed to the invasion, testing the weight of a large cock between his lips. He was getting into it when Paul shocked him by pulling him closer with a hard jerk of his forearm. Danny gasped, his entire body becoming languid, his vise grip on Paul’s hair becoming a lifeline as the tidal wave of pleasure crashed over him.
“Fuck!” Danny’s other arm flew against the tiles, his fingers clawing for leverage to keep him from falling to his knees. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he chanted, trying to find a way to make it last a little longer.
He’d just never had anyone blow him like that, sucking hard and fast, taking him deep, over and over. He’d always been too big for that. If he’d known this was one of the fringe benefits of mouth-fucking a masochist, he would have been looking for blowjobs at Arty’s parties a lot sooner. The fact it was Paul giving him the best blowjob of his life shattered Danny’s control completely.
With a harsh thrust of his hips and a twist of Paul’s wet hair, forcing his cock deeper into his hot mouth, he came violently.
The pleasure was a burst of white-hot fire that raced through his bloodstream to the pulse of his heartbeat that was thrashing the hell out of his ribs. The flood of it was so all-encompassing, a red cloud tinged his vision. He slid down the tiles weakly when Paul released him because staying on his feet was impossible.
“Did I do it right? I wanna do it right,” Paul whispered, his voice lower than Danny had ever heard it. “Tell me what you like and I’ll—”
Too breathless to speak, he cut Paul off by cupping his face in both hands and tugging him forward. He claimed his lips, kissing him with every ounce of longing he’d harbored since he was old enough to understand what desire was. Finding an addiction he knew there was no cure for, Danny drowned himself in Paul, in the taste of his cum on his tongue and the feel of his body, all hard angles and slick skin pressed against his. Lost in the aftermath of his orgasm, his movements were lazy. His touch became tinged with worship as he tried to memorize every nuance of Paul’s skin under his fingers, the way his muscles shifted, the goose bumps that danced over his arms in perfect synchronicity to the low groans that rumbled from the center of his chest.