Red Jack tried to play it cool, like it wasn’t a big deal that he was about to give head to another guy for the first time. Nothing strange about that at all. It would be safer to just let Loki suck him, but the temptation of having Loki’s body available for more than just a simple fuck was just too strong not to give in. It wasn’t like anyone would know about this. Loki would never share this secret with anyone.
Red Jack’s stomach cramped in a way that was both painful and sweet as he slid his hands up Loki’s firm thighs and opened his mouth to trail his tongue along the underside of Loki’s dick. He supposed it was comparable to eating pussy. And just because he ate pussy didn’t mean he was serving a girl, or letting her use him. He did it ‘cause it was fucking hot.
Loki whimpered, and his cock throbbed so rapidly Red Jack could sense it on his tongue. Their eyes met as Loki straightened his back and pushed his hair out of his face, uncovering the scars Red Jack had avenged tonight the only way he knew how. That firm chest looked so beautiful that Red Jack would frame it if he could.
Red Jack crooked his head, and the cock bobbed away from his mouth, resting on his cheek. The heat of it was so intense even through the beard. A part of Red Jack wanted to be bad at this, as proof that he wasn’t meant for sucking dick, but another part of him wanted to be the master of giving head, so that he could see Loki’s face twist in pleasure. He gave the cockhead a kiss before taking it into his mouth, letting it just sit on his tongue for now, all salty and throbbing.
Loki sighed over him. “Feels good, Jack.”
Red Jack dared look up and got a better grip on Loki’s hips. Blood rushed through Red Jack’s body in the ferocious rhythm of his heart, setting on fire both his face and cock. When he closed his lips over the veiny dick, his balls started aching for release, as if those two actions were connected somehow.
He could feel the strain in Loki’s thighs as he sucked on the cockhead, tentatively sliding his tongue over the smooth, salty skin. Loki cupped Red Jack’s face and brushed his thumb over his cheekbone. It was such a slow, tender movement, and Red Jack couldn’t take his eyes off Loki’s flushed face and parted lips. He rocked his hips slightly when he remembered how well those lips took a cock.
Red Jack moved up his head to accept more of Loki’s cock into his mouth. He’d never admit to doing it, he’d never just suck some random guy’s dick, but with Loki, it didn’t feel like a power struggle. It was just the two of them, freely enjoying each others’ bodies. He sucked harder to see what reaction that would get him, as his fingers already trailed up Loki’s stomach, greedy to feel that firm muscle.
“Yes,” whimpered Loki, rocking his hips gently. It pushed the cock slightly deeper along Red Jack’s tongue, back and forth. Loki’s mouth spread into a smile, and he started petting Red Jack’s face more boldly, tangling his fingers into his beard and stroking his hair.
There was no denying it. Sucking Loki’s dick felt fan-fucking-tastic. It was hot, pulsing, and each vein and smooth ridge caressed Red Jack’s sensitive tongue in a completely different way than a deep kiss would. Every time Red Jack got that lusty smile from Loki, he sucked harder despite being slightly afraid of ending up with a load of cum in his mouth. He was hoping that he’d notice Loki getting close early enough to pull away, but there was always a chance he wouldn’t make it. He supposed he could always just spit it out.
But the cock itself? Glorious, thick, stiff meat in his mouth that had Red Jack wishing he could suck Loki and fuck his ass at the same time. His skin tingled with arousal, and he was dying to let out his own dick out of his pants. Even the growing pain in his wounded side didn’t bother him enough to stop.
Loki rocked his hips more boldly now, and each time, the tip of his cock was getting closer to the back of Red Jack’s throat. The tip was oozing precum, and the salty moisture felt strange in Red Jack’s mouth, but he still went with it, looking up to meet the gaze above him, so full of worship and gratitude for Red Jack’s favor. Loki was panting hard, his stomach and buttocks tensed rhythmically, a sight too tempting to miss out on.
Red Jack breathed hard through his nose, but he had to stop Loki when the moves of his hips were getting too quick. With Loki’s balls nestling in Red Jack’s beard, the whole experience was getting out of hand, too intense, too foreign. He gripped Loki’s hips to make him stop. “Don’t fuck my mouth. It’s not like that,” he said, but he wasn’t sure how it actually was.
Loki had that buttery gaze that made him look as if Red Jack had just woken him up from the sweetest dream. “Like what?” he whimpered, and traced Red Jack’s wet lips with his thumb.