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“That's kind of perverted, man.”

“Shut up,” he grits, reaching up to thread his fingers through my hair. “I wanna come, not talk, asshole. Make yourself useful.”

Useful.

My chest pinches painfully, but I force a grin as I scoot down the bed and lower my mouth toward his swollen tip. “Okay, hot shot. That's what you need? Wanna listen to them fuck while you use my mouth?”

A deep groan rumbles his chest. “Fuck yes.”

“Mmm.” I lick a hot path up his shaft, salty precum bursting on my tongue when I get to the tip. “Just a warm, wet hole to put your cock in. That's all I am, huh?”

All I'm good for.

“Seriously, Dev, shut up,” he snaps, shoving my head down. I don't resist, taking him to the back of my throat like a champ. It's been a minute since I've sucked dick, so I only gag a little, but Christian seems to fucking love it.

He keeps his hands in my hair, forcing me down until my nose hits his groin. Saliva drips over my chin. Blood rushes to my ears the longer he holds me there, but eventually, he drags me back up again with a satisfied grunt. I barely have time to suck in a weak breath before he forces me back down again and uses my mouth like his own personal pocket pussy.

“So. Fuckin. Hot,” he moans, matching his rhythm to the noises coming from the other bedroom. His eyes stay closed the entire time.

I won't deny that it's incredibly sexy and kinky as hell watching him get off to this. My dick is half-hard, mostly from the friction of grinding into the mattress, but if my shit worked right, I'd probably be rock solid right now.

I just hope Christian doesn't notice. Like fucking hell I could survive that humiliation.

“I'm gonna come,” he chokes out, opening his eyes to find mine already on him. Tugging on my hair, he pulls me off his length. “Tongue out.”

Obeying, I grin when he slaps his cock on my cheek before jerking into my mouth. Sweat-drenched strands stick to his forehead, and a foreign urge to brush his hair away from his face overwhelms me. I give in immediately, never one to deny my impulses. His brows slam down when I do it, movements slowing slightly.

We lock eyes, my touch lingering on his jaw. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, but it feels nice, so I leave my fingers there, softly rubbing the underside of his chin. The tight grip on my hair loosens, and then he basically starts to… pet me? What the fuck?

“You want my cum, pastelito?” he murmurs, scratching my scalp. The gentle touch, combined with that term of endearment, sends a shiver from the top of my head straight to my dick. My very rapidly swelling dick.

Nodding, I nearly whimper, but catch myself last minute.

Christian smiles. “Say please.”

My mouth shuts instantly. “Fuck no.”

“In your mouth or on your face, baby. You choose.”

Fuckin… oh, my god.

A bead of precum bursts from my cock at the sound of his soft, raspy voice. What the hell is happening right now? Why do I like this?

“Please,” I whisper, licking my dry lips before sticking out my tongue again. “Give me your cum, hot shot.”

Growling low, Christian picks up his pace. I'm practically fucking the mattress by the time he comes with a throaty moan.

“Don't swallow,” he bites out, coating my tongue in thick, salty layers. “Hold it there for me.”

Whether a whine of protest slips out of me or not, I'll never tell, but I do what he says because holy fuck—who knew having their hair stroked like that would feel so good? Why is it doing ungodly things to my dick?

Once he's finished, he releases his length with one last groan before hauling me up on top of him. The minute our bodies touch, I writhe against his stomach, needing to release the pressure in my jeans.

Christian palms my face as his hazel eyes study the cum on my tongue. When his own flicks out tentatively to lick mine, I nearly blow from that sensation alone. He seems to clock it too, because the asshole smirks before doing it again. And again.

It’s barely even a kiss, but it’s close enough to hurtle me over the edge. He’s just… lapping at his own release softly, the tenderest of caresses from his tongue to mine. Our gazes never waver.

It's weird, and different, and so damn intimate that before I even know what hit me, I'm fucking coming untouched. Sticky warmth floods my jeans, and I grab onto Christian as a moan rips through me. Shuddering, I finally swallow what's left of his cum and bury my face in his neck. Air floods my lungs, along with his scent, so fucking intoxicating that I have to physically stop myself from nuzzling into him when the orgasm ends.