Ejiro arched against him, almost helplessly. “Please,” he whispered, his eyes falling shut, need and shame heating his cheeks. A wet spot formed on his shorts where his dick was beginning to leak.
“Fucking hell, baby,” Obiora groaned. “You’re so—” Obiora kissed him, trailing kisses down his throat, his chest, his abs …
“Oh, oh, oh God.” Ejiro couldn’t stop gasping, rocking his hips; he’d never been this hard in his life.
Obiora pulled down his underwear, and Ejiro helped kick them off his legs.
He felt vulnerable, exposed, so fucking bare—like Obiora was looking into his soul.
Obiora kissed his hip, dragged his teeth against the jut of his hip bone, and Ejiro felt like he’d explode.
“Obiora, Obiora, please, please—”
“Jesus.” Obiora grunted. His hips kicked into the mattress.
He took Ejiro’s dick in his hand, giving it a few strokes that had Ejiro’s hips lifting off the mattress, before he took the tip, shiny with pre-come, into his mouth and sucked.
Ejiro cried out, his head falling back against the pillows, his hands flying into Obiora’s hair. Obiora hummed encouragingly, taking more of him into his mouth, his tongue flicking against the sensitive underside.
“Oh fuck, oh God.” Ejiro sobbed, gripping Obiora’s curls, trying desperately not to thrust into that sinful wet heat.
Obiora took him all the way down his throat and swallowed. Ejiro bit back a shout, his legs tensing, already on the verge of coming.
Obiora slowly, torturously began to bob his head, one hand pumping, while his mouth pulled and licked and sucked messily. Ejiro’s grip on Obiora’s hair was so tight he was afraid he’d soon yank the strands from their roots.
Obiora pulled off with a slick sound, his voice sexily rough as he asked, “Is that good, love?” his hand pumping steadily.
The question made Ejiro burn. He nodded, a bit frantically. The sight of his slick, straining dick in Obiora’s undulating grip was nothing short of obscene.
Obiora licked the new wetness pearling at his head, then pressed his lips against the sensitive underside, murmuring hoarsely against his heated flesh, his eyes never leaving Ejiro’s, “You can fuck my mouth if you want, baby. I like it.”
Oh, fuck. Obiora was already taking him back into his mouth before he could regain his bearings.
It took several moments, but eventually, Ejiro finally let go of his inhibitions.
Fuck, fuck, God. He squirmed, twisting his hips, mewling, and then began to move, jerkily pumping his hips into Obiora’s mouth, fucking his dick through those plush lips—against that wet, pink tongue.
He looked down, and his heart jolted when he saw that Obiora was watching him with heated, possessive eyes, his cheeks hollowed, mouth stretched obscenely wide, slick with spit.
“I’m gonna—” Ejiro warned, gasping, his back arching. He clawed at Obiora’s shoulder, his thighs beginning to shake. “Oh God, oh fuck. Obiora, you’re gonna make me—”
Obiora moaned encouragingly, his cheeks hollowing even further, the suction so wet, so tight, and so fucking perfect that Ejiro stiffened abruptly, his nails digging hard into Obiora’s scalp.
“Yes,” he hissed, arching, tilting his head back, heels digging into the mattress as he buried his dick as deep as it could go. Obiora didn’t even fucking gag. Ejiro’s eyes watered. “Yes, yes, yes, yes—” he cried, holding Obiora’s head down, eyes rolling back in his head as his dick jerked, pulsing furiously as he came so fucking hard he saw stars.
Thanks to the numerous times they’d had sex over the phone, Obiora had probably noticed how Ejiro liked to keep going for a bit even after he’d come; he didn’t stop sucking at Ejiro’s softening dick until he was whining and curling in on himself at the oversensitivity, pushing weakly at Obiora’s head to get him off.
Obiora pulled off with a lewd slurp, and Ejiro immediately reached down to pull him up.
“Come here, baby, come here,” he pleaded, his voice rough. Obiora followed the pull of his hands until he was on top of him once more. Ejiro felt wanton as he kissed Obiora deeply, tasting his release in Obiora’s mouth. “I love you. I love you.”
“I love you,” Obiora replied, his voice scraped raw. He was thrusting desperately against Ejiro’s hip, his dick hot and hard.
“Obiora,” Ejiro whispered. He’d just come, yet he was still fired up; it was in the restless way he was squirming, the way he was spreading his thighs, arching his hips. His dick hadn’t even gone fully soft, still mostly hard.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Obiora whispered, making Ejiro blush. He didn’t think he’d like it so much, Obiora complimenting him like this. “What do you want, baby?” Obiora asked gruffly, ignoring his own arousal.
“What do you want?” Ejiro retorted shyly, trailing his hand down Obiora’s chest, letting his fingers come to a stop on Obiora’s hip.
