The tip of Scott's tongue interrupted all thought. One hot flick over his helpless pink star. Tad sucked in a breath, his pucker clenching tight. But another lick came. And then another. Along with some gentle swirls. Tad's heart jackhammered in his chest. He'd been utterly unprepared for such powerful stimulation. So alien and yet so inexplicably natural. So wrong and yet druggingly right. He groaned and swiveled his pelvis with need.
"Shit," Scott mumbled, face buried in Tad's crack. "You taste so fucking good."
A handful of pants was Tad's only reply.
Scott's mouth latched on to his tender hole, his flattened tongue stroking it with each sucking draw.
Shit, that felt unreal …
And all those hungry, slurping noises? Kinky as fucking hell. His cock twitched anew.
But soon Scott's tongue turned full-fledged frisky, curling back to flick its tip against Tad's hole. It teased and tickled and repeatedly prodded that quivering forbidden door. It wanted in, its insistent ministrations driving Tad wild. He writhed and moaned, cursing deliriously.
Scott's grip on his cheeks tightened with a snarl. Tad tensed. The guy's tongue was quickly gunning toward aggressive. Even his mouth was suckling too fast. And fuck, a bit too hard. Tad's breath left his lungs in a rush.
"Scott," he gasped, needing him to chill. Scott growled in protest, but reluctantly broke the seal. Tad winced then exhaled a deep-seated groan. Scott grunted, clearly not happy to have relinquished his treat. But he quickly made it known that his tongue was far from done. Promptly it delved back into feasting and flicking. The flood of raw pleasure sent a jolt through Tad's frame, making his whole body tremble. "Ohhhhhh … f-f-f-fuuuuuuck..."
Scott rumbled and fell into a persistent fast pace, lapping Tad relentlessly like a junkie with an ice cream cone made of pure crack. Tad panted, squirming. His cock was throbbing and his nuts were howling to get free. And all the while, if felt like Scott was eating him alive. Tad supposed in way he kind of was.
But fuck, if it didn't feel incredible. Tad was irrevocably floored. Few things in his life had felt this good. Honestly, he could barely think of one. Most likely something pertaining to his dick. Toes curling, hands fisting, his body writhed anew. If his lungs sawed any faster, he might even hyperventilate.
"Scott," he gasped. "That feels so-"
His whole body jerked as Scott speared his hole. Both groaned in synchronized bliss. Tad had been so lost in sensation, his sphincter must have totally relaxed-allowing Scott's eager tongue to slip right on in. But now that it had, Tad reflexively clenched, which did absolutely nothing to deter Scott's intrusion. It did, however, make his ass burn like hell.
Tad hissed, shifting his hips, trying to dislodge it. But Scott just gripped his cheeks tighter, holding him immobile as he plunged his tongue deep. It darted inside Tad's recesses, curling and twisting around. Buried to the hilt, its thick base stretched Tad like he'd never been stretched before.
His whole body tensed as he grimaced in pain. "Shit, Scott! Shit! That fucking hurts!"
As if snapping out of some drugged-induced frenzy, Scott froze, then slowly withdrew. "Shit. Sorry," he rasped, releasing Tad as he stood. "I forgot you're a virgin ass."
"Yeah." Tad sagged. "And I'd like to stay that way."
"Mm. We'll see about that."
"What's that supposed to mean? It wasn't a conjecture."
Scott's warm palms returned to soothe his cheeks, then roamed gently over his thighs. "Just not convinced you'll still feel that way in a minute." Tad tensed and Scott must have felt it. Reassuringly, his hands moved to stroke Tad's sides. "Don't worry. I'll go slow this time. Make sure I do it right." He paused … then softly growled. "You just tasted. so. fucking. good."
Tad didn't know what to say to that. So, he simply rolled his hips-in thanks for the "compliment," but mostly for friction. Due to all the mind-blowing rimming, his hard-on was raging something fierce.
Scott pinned Tad's cock to the wall. "Stop," he chuckled, thumb stroking Tad's crown. "Or I'll break out the duct tape."
Tad gaped, eyes snapping wide behind his blindfold.
He wouldn't … would he?
A bottle cap snapped open behind him. Then a cold, thick gel found his star. Scott smoothed it over his ring, making Tad's flesh quiver against the contact. Lube. Lube was his friend. Tad allowed his body to relax. It felt like his muscles had been strung tight for days. Then more cold gel, beneath unhurried fingers. Tad sighed. Now that right there felt amazing … It was hard to believe such concentrated pleasure could come from one measly hole.