“With?”
I smirked. “Sexual fantasies.” I motioned Jun over with a little “come hither” wave.
His crossed arms relaxed to his sides, and Jun pushed away to come stand in front of me. He put his hands on my knees, slowly spread my legs, and moved to stand between them. He stared at me again, awaiting further instruction.
I slid forward, wrapped my legs around his waist, and locked my ankles together. “What do you want?”
Jun swallowed. “You,” he whispered. “Any way you’ll let me.”
In that one moment, there was nothing. Nothing in the entire world but him and me.
“I want your mouth,” I said. “And I want it to be fucking filthy.”
An intake of air.
Dilated pupils.
And then Jun crushed his lips against mine, pushed his tongue into my mouth, and shoved me farther back on the counter. He bit my lip, then moved down to suck on my neck, and it was like a direct on-switch for my dick. I gripped him hard, pressing Jun against me, encouraging him to leave a mark because fuck if I gave a single shit what people thought when they saw a deep purple hickey.
He let up with a gasp, licking the column of my neck before kissing my mouth like a man who’d been dying of thirst and finally came upon an oasis. Jun’s taste was pure passion. Just male and heat and a clever tongue that was going to make me shoot before I’d even had a full minute of playtime.
I managed to push him back, breaking the kiss. “Too fast.”
“Sorry.” His hands left my body.
“N-no, I mean, make it last a bit longer,” I said. I took Jun’s hands and put them back on my chest.
“Oh.” He laughed, breathless.
I grabbed a fistful of his hair, and he gasped again. “Suck me.”
“Yes,” Jun said obediently, a tremble in his voice. He slid his thumbs into the waistline of my pants and tugged them down with a bit of shifting about on my part.
My cock jutted straight up as it was freed from my pajamas. The head was already oozing precum from just a few heavy kisses, so if there was any doubt regarding whether I was digging the control I had over Jun in bedroom matters, that flew wherever my pants had gone. Jun took his glasses off and set them on the counter before he planted his hands on either side of me and leaned down.
“Kiss it,” I ordered.
Jun’s hot lips pressed against the head, kissing over and over as he worked down the length to my balls.
I swore quietly. “You speak three languages, and I bet give the best head in the world too,” I murmured, watching Jun. “What can’t that tongue do?”
Jun’s breath was hot against my balls, and that goddamn glorious tongue snuck out to give each a good lick.
I hummed in the back of my throat and reached down to hold the base of my cock. I tapped it against Jun’s cheek and left a glistening spot of spit and precum. “Show me how much you can take.”
Jun groaned like he was coming apart at the seams, and I reveled in it. Jun deep-throated me, his knuckles turning white and his biceps flexing as he gripped the counter. I loved that this handsome, strapping, dangerous man had my cock stuffed down his throat because I’d ordered him to.
“Fuck,” I moaned, one hand still holding a fistful of hair. “I bet you could come right now, just from getting me off, right?”
Jun let up a bit on my cock, managing a strangled whimper as he sucked the head and swirled his tongue around the crown.
“Oh God!” I gripped his head in both hands, leaning over as Jun stroked my orgasm closer with each swipe of his tongue. My breath came out hard and erratic, and my stomach clenched. “Jun—Jun,yes! I’m close!Fuck, I want you to come right now!”
I felt his body tense and shudder just then. And that revelation—that I really had managed to get Jun off by more or less telling him to—made the floodgates open. The first spurt erupted in Jun’s mouth before I could find my voice to warn him. The second hit his lips and cheek as he pulled off, and a weak third dribbled down his chin.
My hands slid from Jun’s head and my arms hung limp at my sides. My head thumped back against the cupboard door. “Jesus.”
Jun stood straight, wiping my cum from his face with a thumb and licking it clean.
