“I guess that’s true.” Florian looked around the room once more. “To be honest, I don’t want to stay very long. I don’t really like being here, still. I’ll unpack just enough to do laundry and stuff, but let’s not stay more than a few days.”
Kade hesitated, looking him over. “We don’t even know how to get to the hag, though.”
“Well, I’ll go over my dad’s notes again. And we do have it marked on the map, at least,” Florian said. But from the way Kade looked at him, he knew that he wasn’t convinced.
“We don’t need to stay for long,” Kade relented after a few beats of uncertain silence. “But we shouldn’t rush anything either, Florian. I don’t want you to hurt yourself or anything.”
“I’ll be fine,” Florian said quickly, frowning. Everyone seemed to think he was so fragile. “Really. I just want to get this done. The sooner we can get answers, the sooner we can tackle everything else, you know?”
“I understand,” Kade agreed, nodding slowly. “I just... I don’t know. This is a lot you’re trying to handle all at once. It’s okay to go a little slower.”
Florian shook his head. “I’m not saying it’s not. I’m just saying this is the timeline I want to go with.”
“Alright, alright,” Kade relented, holding up a placating hand—Florian’s tone had become more agitated than he’d meant. “I’ll follow your lead. You know I will. I just want you to know my concerns. But it’s up to you.”
“Thank you,” Florian said, his voice smaller now. “I know. You keep telling me you’re worried about me. But I’m okay. I’ll tell you if I’m not.”
Kade looked at him with an expression that he couldn’t quite read, but Florian got the distinct impression that Kade didn’t entirely believe him.
“Anyway,” he murmured, looking away. “We should start unpacking, I guess.”
“Wait,” Kade said, grabbing his shoulder before he could reach over to grab his backpack. “Lay down.”
“What? Why?” he asked, frowning. A slight flush crept up Kade’s face—Florian was starting to recognize that, too, and felt himself blush in return.
“I want to—to suck your cock again,” Kade stammered, glancing away. “I’ve been thinking about it since... since the other day.”
“Oh,” Florian replied, blinking. That had been the last thing on his mind, but it had certainly been nice. “Are—Are you sure?”
Kade grinned at him. “Of course I’m sure.”
“Okay,” he stammered, then went to unbutton his jeans. Walking around with a floppy dick was weird, so he hadn’t kept it around after he had fucked Kade with it. But he thought of it now, felt it swell between his legs—and as he pulled his pants down, there was a slight euphoric rush of seeing the bulge in his underwear.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Kade muttered, pushing him onto his back. “I just want you all the time.”
Heat flooded him at that, and Kade’s fingers, hooking around the waistband of his underwear and yanking them down, made him gasp. This time he was already hard, his cock aching to be touched. He stifled a moan with the back of his hand as Kade wrapped his fingers around him.
“Oh, fuck,” he yelped as Kade’s mouth surrounded him, hot and wet. Every instinct in him wanted to buck his hips up into Kade’s mouth—to shove the length of himself as deep as Kade could take him until he felt the back of his throat. Kade could take it—he knew he could—but part of him thought that if he was too rough, too aggressive, that he might never want to suck his cock again, andthatwould be a tragedy.
Kade hummed softly around him, sending faint vibrations tingling up his spine. Florian ran his hands through his short hair, fingers curling against his scalp. Kade looked up at him with tangerine eyes full of heat. He made a soft, encouraging noise in the back of his throat, his head still as his tongue teased the head of his cock; and cautiously, Florian pushed his hips slowly into his mouth.
Heat and suction enveloped him as he pressed all the way to the back of Kade’s throat, his head falling back and his eyes squeezing shut. His hips moved of their own accord, sliding slowly almost all the way out of Kade’s mouth, before pushing back in. His hands trailed from the back of Kade’s head along his ears to his jaw, feeling where his cheeks were hollowed. Whatever he lacked in experience, he more than made up for in enthusiasm.
For not having been horny at all only a few minutes ago, he was unbearably close already. Kade’s mouth was warm and tight around him; and even on his back, there was a particular sense of power that he felt from Kade sucking him off—fully dressed and with no indication that he expected anything in return. It was almost addicting, keeping Florian torn between the intense desire to finish in his mouth, and wanting to keep Kade’s head bobbing on his cock for hours.
“Kade,” he panted, watching his cock disappear in and out of his mouth. “Fuck—I’m really close —”
Kade’s eyes flickered up to his again. He had meant it as a warning, but Kade seemed to have taken it as a challenge, sucking him harder as his tongue swirled against the head of his cock. With a cry, Florian felt himself come. The orgasm tore through him, making his muscles tense and quiver, barely able to hold his eyes open, so he could watch as Kade swallowed down his release. His fingers dug into the back of Kade’s neck, and distantly he worried if he had hurt him; but the vast majority of his focus was consumed with the pleasure, burning like fire, along the length of his cock.
After, his hands fell weakly to his waist, and he panted with exertion, only to yelp as Kade released him from his mouth.
“Fuck,” he gasped, and watched through half-lidded eyes as Kade smirked down at him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Fuck, Kade.”
Kade shifted so they were laying next to each other, gathering Florian up into his arms with no resistance. Their lips pressed together, and Florian moaned at the taste of himself on Kade’s lips.
“Do you—should I—?” he stammered out, barely able to string his words together, much less form sentences. He felt Kade grin against him, a huff of breath against his lips as the other man stifled a laugh.
“I’m alright for now,” he said, pulling away to look down at Florian with an entirely self-satisfied expression. “I like the thought of sending you off to your business after this. But when you get back…”
