He was hard in a fucking instant, because Owen was working him with his lips and teeth and that skilled tongue. Chad had had one person do this to him ever, a trans woman he’d slept with a couple of times before she found “the one.”
It had been good then, he remembered, but nothing compared to now. Owen wasn’t letting up, spearing into his ass again and again with the tip of his tongue. Chad’s hips jolted against the bed, where his cock was trapped, dragging along the sheet. His vision whited out when a finger joined that tongue, pegging his prostate again and again. He fumbled his hand down his body until he reached his cock, and after a couple of tugs, he was coming, moaning, thrusting his ass back into Owen’s face, and hoping beyond hope that Owen would do this again.
When he lay limp, legs trembling, that tongue left him, and that finger stroked him gently. A hand came into his line of vision, grabbing a condom out of his table, and Chad did his best to lift onto his knees. He didn’t make it very far, seeing as his muscles felt like liquid. A hand settled on his hip. “Can I?” Owen’s voice said.
“Hell, yes,” Chad muttered, knowing this would hurt a little because he was sensitive from coming, but not giving a flying fuck, not when Owen had driven him out of his mind with that tongue.
Owen entered him carefully, but yet he still drove the breath out of Chad’s lungs. He fucked him slowly, gently, building up a rhythm until he was pounding Chad into the mattress. Chad might have felt used if it was anyone else, but not Owen, because Owen was caressing Chad’s back the whole time, whispering in his ear, telling him how good he felt, how hot he looked, how it was amazing they were this good together. Chad didn’t think he could come again, but Owen was hitting the right spot, again and again, so he came, the orgasm rolling through him, reducing him to a trembling mess. And then, right when Owen’s thrusts were at an all-time punishing pace, the other man surged forward, linked his hands with Chad’s as they gripped the sheets, and came.
Chad curled his fingers around Owen’s, and closed his eyes. Multiple-orgasm-inducing Dapper Dick indeed. He smiled.
Owen shifted slightly to the side so his weight didn’t crush Chad, and his cock slipped from his body. But he kept their hands linked, squeezing them in response to Chad’s grip. A nose nestled into Chad’s hair. Lips brushed the shell of his ear.
“Stay till morning,” Chad said for the first time in his life.
“Okay,” Owen answered.
…
Owen stared at the rays of sun creeping across the debris of clothes on Chad’s floor. He spotted his bow tie sticking out from underneath his pants and shirt. His shoes were tossed in the corner haphazardly.
He waited for the anxiety or the panic or anything that would normally happen if he woke up in a bed other than his own. Naked. With a naked body beside him.
But this was Chad’s room. He was surrounded by incredible drawings. Chad’s familiar leather jacket hung on a hook on the back of the door. And Chad was beside him, sleeping, his fist curled loosely by his head, his hair askew.
His long dark lashes fanned out on his cheeks, and his full lips were slightly parted. Owen wondered if he could reach out and touch them, run his fingers down Chad’s spine until he reached that perfect ass.
And then he thought, fuck it, and did just that. By the time his gaze left where his hand rested on Chad’s ass and returned to Chad’s face, the other man was awake, those hazel eyes surprisingly alert for a Thursday morning.
Chad swallowed. “You stayed.”
Owen felt his brows dip. “I told you I would.”
“Yeah, but…” Chad raised onto his elbows and rubbed his eyes. “You wouldn’t be the first person to steal out in the middle of the night to avoid an awkward morning after.”
Owen squeezed Chad’s ass. “Is this awkward?”
Chad laughed. “I kinda think we did it all in reverse. We’ve had enough awkward situations to last us a lifetime.”
A lifetime. “So smooth sailing from here?”
“I guess we deserve it, right?” Chad rolled onto his back and stretched. “Be back in a minute.”
Chad stood and walked to the bathroom, seemingly unconcerned about his nudity. When he shut the door, Owen blew out a breath and stared at the ceiling.
When he’d woken Chad up last night with his lips on his ass, he’d been as surprised as Chad. He’d done it once. One time. For Tyler. He didn’t hate it, but it wasn’t his favorite thing to do. But with Chad, he’d wanted that. He’d wanted his mouth on him, claiming him. He wanted Chad squirming beneath him. And he wanted to do it again. He wanted his mouth everywhere on Chad, doing everything he could.