Fuck, Harrison was so good with his mouth. It made it hard for him to think about anything when that devilish tongue was working his blood into a frenzy.
Jett kept his hands anchored in Harrison’s hair as he left his nipple and continued his journey downward. His tongue started tracing along the lines of his abs, hands unbuckling his belt.
He looked down, entranced by the sight of Harrison Killinger on his knees in front of him, those startling blue eyes blinking up at him. His expression was almost dazed. Emotions like lust, love, happiness and determination all melded into something indescribable, but could maybe be put into one word.
Mine.
Harrison hooked his fingers into the waistband of Jett’s pants and tugged them down, letting them pool around his ankles. He wrapped a hand around Jett’s cock and leaned in, taking him into his mouth in one smooth motion, swallowing him down to the base. The warmth, the pressure—it stole the breath right out of Jett’s lungs as Harrison set a slow, deliberate pace.
“Shiiiiit.”
Jett couldn’t look away. He watched wide-eyed as Harrison bobbed his head, thrusting his cock into the back of his throat at a steady rhythm, moaning likehewas the one getting his dick sucked. The sight was so undeniably hot that it was making Jett’s toes curl. He had already been close before, and now he was rapidly approaching the edge with every forward thrust of his hips.
Harrison’s hands moved from his waist to his ass, cupping him hard as Jett fucked his mouth. One of his long fingers slipped between his cheeks, resting over his hole and applying the smallest amount of pressure. That pressure was all he needed.
“Fuck, Killinger—I’m—”
The finger pressed inside at the same time Harrison took him all the way in, holding himself there and swallowing to add the perfect amount of pressure. Jett came hard down Harrison’s throat, legs trembling and threatening to drop out from under him. He shoved his knuckles in his mouth and bit down, trying to stifle the sounds he was making, but he wasn’t sure how well it worked.
Harrison didn’t pull off until Jett was finished. He grinned at him, hair mussed and lips swollen red, looking like he’d just scored a game-winning goal.
“Good?”
Jett was still panting. He took a second to compose himself, sliding down the door to sit in front of Harrison.
“Yeah,” he said with a chuckle. “Very good. Maybe too good.”
“I didn’t realize that was a thing.” Harrison winced and put his hands on the floor to help push himself up. “You don’t have to return the favour if you’re tired. It’s late, and you played hard tonight.”
Jett pulled his pants off along with his shoes so he wouldn’t trip and scrambled to his feet. He had his arms around Harrison for support before he could protest.
It took a second to steady him, but then he wrapped his arms around Jett in a hug.
“Stop worrying about my leg,” Harrison chided. “I’m fine.”
“Walk away from me without a limp and I’ll believe you.”
Harrison scoffed and kissed the top of his head. “You can be such a brat.”
“Shut up and take your clothes off, Killinger.” Jett pulled on his tie, not giving him a chance to opt out. “We have a day off tomorrow, and Mini Killinger is coming for a visit. I’m getting fucked tonight, so you can either participate or lay on the bed and think of England.”
“What the fuck are you even saying right now?”
Jett let out a frustrated growl when he fumbled over the buttons of Harrison’s shirt. He decided to use a page from his boyfriend’s book and rip the damn thing open, sending buttons clinking to the floor.
“Get naked and get on the bed. That’s what I’m fucking saying.”
He expected Harrison to give him grief, but he laughed. “You want to be in charge tonight, Fraser?”
Jett glanced up at him, trying his best to look coy. “Can I, sir?”
Harrison’s erection was still tenting his suit pants. It hadn’t flagged, so Jett used it to his advantage and wrapped his hand around it, giving it a firm squeeze.
Harrison’s mouth fell open, and then he gritted his teeth and grumbled.
“Alright.”
Jett stepped back, his eyes glued to Harrison’s body while he watched him take off the rest of his clothes. All the delicious hard lines of muscle. He neatly trimmed chest hair. The grooves in his pelvis that led down to his impressively sized cock.
