Again, Tad shivered at the sound … until Scott gripped his knees and forced them apart. "Oh, God," he breathed, turning his head. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
"Believe it," Scott growled. Strong hands grasped Tad's hips and yanked his ass right to the edge. "Shit, yeah. Just like that. Fuck, you're a beautiful thing."
Tad bit his tongue and refrained from speaking, which Scott seemed totally fine with. He stepped away, but was back in a matter of seconds.
Snap.
Tad shifted anxiously, still dying for Scott's lubed-up hand to wrap around his cock. Standing tall, it pulsed and throbbed, bumping to the beat of his heart. Scott's strong fingers gripped it tight. Tad moaned, pelvis lifting … until he realized the guy's palm was dry. Then why-
Two lubed fingers slid inside.
"Uuunngghh!"
Scott gave them a slow, easy pump. "Damn," he mused. "You're like hot, rich silk in here." He chuckled softly. "God, I love fingering your ass." He gave Tad's G a frisky strum. Tad all but hit the roof.
"F-fuck," he gasped through a full-body quake.
Scott laughed. "Jesus, Tad. You should feel your prostate. It's unbelievably swollen. It must've really liked my cock." His tone sounded equally pleased and awed.
"Oh, trust me," Tad hissed. "I'm feeling it."
Scott gave him another stroke, as if purely for the pleasure of seeing Tad go nuts. And that, he did. On his back, and at this angle, his sweet spot felt exceptional sensitive. His body trembled in the aftermath of Scott's play.
Another deep-throated chuckle as Scott's other hand began to pump. Slowly, down to the base of Tad's dick, then up again to squeeze his head.
"Oh, God, yes … " Tad groaned in absolute ecstasy. Finally some true hand-cock action. His eyes rolled back behind his blindfold. "Whatever you do, don't stop."
"Hmm..." Scott's hot breath skimmed Tad's stomach, then a wet, firm tip swirled his crown.
Tad's head kicked back on a heady moan. "Oh, fuck … "
Scott purred. "Been dying to get my mouth back on this."
"Fuck, yeah." Tad rasped. "You and me both." Wait. Where the fuck did that come from?
Evidently Scott was wondering the same. His tongue paused atop Tad's seeping slit. "Is that so?" And didn't his tone sound smugger than shit.
Mind spinning, body reeling, Tad tried to take it back. "No. What I meant was … " But damn if he couldn't come up with a thing.
"Mm. What you meant was exactly what you said." He flicked Tad's engorged head as if reprimanding the lie, then gave the bulb a suck. Tad shuddered with a curse, abs fluttering wildly. Full lips sank deeper down his rigid, pulsing length, then teasingly slipped up and off.
"Nooo … " Tad mewled, hips writhing in frustration. "Come back."
"Say please," Scott growled softly.
Tad clenched his fists and rocked his hips. "Fuck, dude. Don't be a dick."
Scott tongued his crown's sensitive V. "Hmm. Guess I'll just go back to this." His two buried fingers resumed right on cue, triggering more head-to-toe spasms in their wake. Tad gasped and shuddered, struggling for breath, helpless to do anything but take it.
"F-f-fuck, Scott! Okay! Just please, God, just stop!"
"Please, stop? Or please wrap my mouth back around your dick?"
"B-b-both!"
"Hmm. Not what I asked for. Pick one, shy boy."
"No! No, wait!"
But his fingers were already back in motion. More crazy-strong shudders as Tad trembled and quaked, his nuts at the brink of bursting.
"F-f-fuck, you're an asshole. P-p-please suck my cock."
Scott's wide smile was palpable.
"Well … alright. Since you asked so nice."
Tad shook his head weakly. He wasn't sure if he wanted to punch Scott or laugh. But when the guy fisted his base and got busy with his mouth, Tad was pretty sure he'd rather give thanks.
More salacious, sloppy suckling sounds. More pants and mindless moans. Tad was inexplicably and undeniably in heaven and in hell. Strained sounds of pleasure rose up his throat as Scott tried to swallow him whole. The guy's mouth alone was a fucking God. Hips pumping upward, Tad had the strangest urge to sink his fingers into Scott's hair. To grip those thick, dark spikes nice and tight. Where the fuck did that come from? In truth, Tad no longer cared. He was way too close to coming.
"Scott," he panted. "Untie my nuts. I need to come so bad."
Scott's lips let him go with that shameful pop. "No way," he breathed. "You'll come too fast. And you gotta wait for me."