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Huck would never get tired of the breathy way Grant moaned his name. He spread Grant’s hole open with his fingers and pushed his tongue in, thrusting away with deep strokes. He had fully intended on using the rest of the night to bring Grant off again, and he was surprised when Grant was already coming after only a few minutes.
He adored the clenching sensation around his tongue, and he watched Grant’s jerking hand intently. As soon as Grant let go, Huck surged forward to claim what was left dripping from the head of his cock. He could taste it, the familiar salty flavor of come, and he was blown away by how damn good it was. He hadn’t recalled being a big fan when he was alive, but it was his new favorite thing as a ghost.
Then again, tasting things was rather limited being dead, but he’d like to think maybe it tasted so good just because it was Grant.
“Don’t stop,” Grant pleaded, his eyes wide and glassy with desire. “Please… keep going?”
“Yeah?” Huck licked at Grant’s cock again, though perhaps a bit hesitantly. Most guys would be too sensitive for immediate stimulation after just coming, but Grant’s voice had such a needy quality to it that Huck lapped more firmly. “Like that, baby?”
“Please,” Grant said, his tone urgent. “Please, mmm, can you… can you suck me?”
Huck replied by wrapping his lips around Grant’s cock and taking him back down his throat like before. Grant’s moan was the best encouragement, and Huck sucked him hard and fast. He tasted warm skin and hints of come, but it wasn’t just the wonderful earthy flavors that made this so great.
He could smell Grant’s hot flesh and sweat, and the vision of Grant’s flushed face caught up in the heat of the moment was stunning.
The adoration in Grant’s gaze was unlike anything Huck had ever seen, and to be on the receiving end of such intense passion was both humbling and empowering. He didn’t look away from it, locked in that reverent stare as he sucked Grant’s cock and rubbed his tongue up and down the shaft. He slid his fingers back down between Grant’s legs, teasing around his hole before plunging back inside.
The new pressure was enough to send Grant over the edge again, and Huck was startled by a hot wave of come filling his mouth. He crazily wondered why it wasn’t going right through him or how he was able to even swallow—where was it evengoing?—but he didn’t dare break rhythm, not when Grant was calling out his name like a prayer to every god that had ever graced the stars above.
Huck was quickly becoming addicted to the lovely sounds Grant made when he came, and Huck pulled off his cock when Grant finally wiggled in protest. Huck crawled up to press a passionate kiss to Grant’s lips, and he focused as much of his energy as he could to hug Grant in the glowing aftermath.
He hadn’t gotten off again, but he hadn’t felt the need to. He wasn’t sure that he could anyway, and pleasuring Grant was more than enough for him.
Huck was happy. He couldn’t stop smiling, and he was nearly giddy, laughter threatening to bubble out at any second because he was just so damnhappy. Ecstatic, joyful, delighted—all of the above and then some. He could have never imagined anything like this happening, and he couldn’t get over how incredible Grant was in every possible way.
Just looking at Grant made Huck’s lips twitch up in a little grin, and he had to snuggle a bit closer, sighing contentedly.
Grant sighed in reply, smiling just as dopily. “So.”
“So.” Huck batted his eyes. “How’s your day going?”
Grant laughed. “Well, you know, it’s been pretty damn good. Work was good, had a nice lunch in town, and oh, I had this super hot date with a ghost.” He kissed Huck’s cheek. “Pretty fuckin’ awesome to be perfectly honest. I do have a question.”
“Where did your come go?”
“Right?” Grant gingerly patted around them as if he’d find a random come splatter. “I mean, you… you did swallow it. I think. But then what?”
“I have no idea.” Huck laughed. “Does that qualify as a twelve out of ten paranormal experience?”
“Oh, this is like a twenty out of ten.” Grant groaned happily. “Maybe even eighty.”
Huck reached for the rumpled covers to pull up over Grant, and he laid his head in the crook of Grant’s shoulder. “Next time I’ll aim for a hundred.”
“You’re on.”
“You always been able to come like that?” Huck asked.
“Pretty much. The right circumstances are just about any circumstances to be honest. It used to be pretty embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing? Why?”
“Not exactly fun to come in your pants when a guy just touches your leg. It got better when I got older, so I don’t just pop off randomly, but it still can happen kinda fast.” Grant’s smile turned shy. “On the plus side, I figured out I could keep going and going and realized other guys can’t.”
“You’re like a unicorn.”
“What?” Grant laughed.
“You can talk to ghosts and have back-to-back orgasms. That’s pretty rad.”
