“I’m honored to be your first.”
And then, without warning, Rafe opens his mouth and swallows the length of me.
“Rafe,” I whimper, bracing my hands on the wall behind me for support. I want to thrust into the tight warmth of Rafe’s mouth, but I somehow resist the urge.
Rafe has his hands cupping my ass from behind, pressing me further into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the head, lapping at the slit.
The view of Rafe’s head bobbing on my cock almost makes me come. This has been a dirty fantasy of mine, something I’ve played out in the privacy of my room when I took care of myself.
I thrust tentatively into Rafe’s mouth, and I hear his muffled sound of consent around my cock. Rafe has taken his own length in his hand, stroking it hard from base to tip, trying to catch up with me. I’m only hanging on by a small thread, ready to combust at any second.
Rafe moves his hand to cup my balls, gingerly giving them a squeeze all the while not giving up on his movement of his mouth, sucking the entire length in his throat.
His hands move to my ass again, and this time he teases a finger along the tight hole there.
“Fuck, Rafe, babe, I’m going to –”
I explode, emptying my load into Rafe’s awaiting mouth.
Rafe takes every drop, and has the indecency of licking his lips as if he’s had the best meal of his entire life. His hand is still lazily tugging on his cock.
“You called me babe.” He’s grinning at me like the cat who got the cream. Literally and figuratively, in this case.
I haul Rafe to his feet, batting away his hand to take his length in mine. I want to unravel him as much as he did to me.
“Is that okay, babe?” I ask, furiously working my hand up and down. His cock twitches at the sentiment.
Rafe groans. “Yes, Cal, fuck. Call me whatever you want.” His eyes are squeezed tight, mouth slightly open.
He looks like my ruination. The angel to come and rescue the devil.
I move my hand to focus on the head, swiping some of the precum that’s leaked out for more lubrication.
“Make a mess of me, Rafe. Ruin me,” I plead.
In a few more strokes, Rafe pulses and I watch as his come splattersacross my hand and chest.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen; physical evidence of Rafe claiming me.
With the finger Rafe’s ring is on, I swipe through the sticky substance and bring it to my mouth to suck it off.
Rafe swears as his gaze follows my hand. “Next time, if you come on me like that, I’ll have you lick it off me,” he whispers.
Rafe takes a convenient towel that’s in the closet that we’re in and cleans me up as I fight the blush that has spread across my face.
“So what now?” I ask Rafe, slowly buttoning my shirt back up. “I mean, what’s happening here, between us?”
Rafe throws the towel in the corner. “You’ve got yourself a boyfriend now, Callum. And I’ve got one too?”
Happiness radiates through my entire body, and I can’t remember another occasion when I’ve felt so light. So…free.
“Yes, you do.” I tug on his lapels, pulling him in for a kiss, enjoying the taste of myself in his mouth.
We don’t stay in that closet for too long to avoid suspicion. But later that same night, Rafe surprises me with a knock on the door.
“Rafe?” I rub my eyes. “What time is it? What are you doing?”
He grins, one too big and bright for it being so late at night. “I figured since we’re dating now, there’s nothing against cuddling, right?”
