His climax took every brain cell he had.
He arched into Scout’s mouth, the deliciousness of the pressure there making it effortless to spurt come into the warm, safe haven of it.
Scout grunted, but not unhappily, and Lucky actually felt his mouth work as he tried to swallow.
Another spurt and Scout tried to keep up, but Lucky kept going, his balls tightening and his stomach cramping as he emptied himself into Scout, lost and drained and needing Scout in his arms again to tell him it was all okay.
In a moment, he had his wish. Scout scooted up along his body and placed his hand possessively on Lucky’s abdomen, under his navel. Lucky looked at him in the light from the television and smiled because his mouth was glazed and he hadLucky’s comerunning from the corners, and then Lucky blushed because the thought was so unashamedly carnal.
“What?” Scout asked, smiling wickedly, and Lucky hid his face against Scout’s shoulder.
“You look… sexy. Sort of… uhm, debauched, I guess.”
He was unprepared for Scout’s shy cackle. “Awesome. I look like someone who’s at least touched another human in a sexy way. That’s very, very cool.”
Lucky gazed at him again, thinking that he wanted Scout, wanted his taste, his tongue, his—
Scout kissed him, come and all, and Lucky tasted his own earthiness on Scout’s tongue and moaned, wanting him again, even though his erection was still working to catch up.
“What?” Scout gasped as Lucky broke away to kiss his way down Scout’s body. He paused at Scout’s nipples and licked, enjoying the way Scout’s fingers tangled in his hair and simultaneously pushed and pulled.
“I want to eat you,” he said, almost wincing because it sounded creepy but unable to stop himself from sucking a pert brown nipple into his mouth.
“I wanna be dinner,” Scout moaned, and he wrapped his legs around Lucky’s hips and thrust.
Oh God. He was hard again, and Lucky only tore himself away from a nipple because Scout’s hard erection awaited. There were delights in between—the soft skin of his stomach, the silky hair of his happy trail—gah! He could have lingered there for a moment or two. Even Scout’s navel seemed to be a portal to a magic world.
But Lucky really did have one goal, and by the time he got to it, the covers were thrown back, he could see it was swollen and purple, and the end was glistening from come and precome. Lucky didn’t hesitate but opened his mouth and swallowed it as deep as he could.
He sucked, pulling the salt and the come from the skin and taking it down. Scout moaned some more, tugging at his hair at the same time he arched his hips to thrust even deeper. Lucky slid his mouth up, using his lips as a shield, and got to the head, exploring with his tongue and his palate, listening to every grunt or groan Scout made, paying attention to those hands in his hair like they were his game controller and he was the guy on the screen.
His only goal was to make Scout come.
Soon Scout was thrusting into his mouth again, gently, fingers tightening in Lucky’s hair. Lucky grasped his erection in his fist and squeezed, finding a rhythm, lost in it, the feel and the taste and the pressure and the—
“I’m gonna…!” Scout exclaimed, and then he thrust a final time, a rending groan ripping from his throat as Lucky tried desperately to swallow.
He succeeded a little and failed a little, finally allowing Scout to push him off with a grunt of sensitivity. With a half roll he slid to the side, staring his new best friend in its one eye, and gave it a long stroke along the softening vein while licking Scout’s come off his mouth.
“Hey, buddy,” Scout rasped playfully. “Myeyes are up here.”
Lucky found himself burbling with laughter as he scooted up, turning toward Scout so they could pull the blankets over their shoulders and tell secrets.
“You’re amazing,” Scout breathed, looking dreamy and even sexier. “Kiss me.”
Lucky did, their lips fitting together so easily, the kiss was heating their blood without effort before they knew it.
Scout fell away from it with a little sigh then, and Lucky realized his eyes were half-closed.
“You’re tired,” Lucky said softly, pushing Scout’s hair back from his face. He remembered belatedly that Scout had needed to be mostly carried home and poured into the bed.
“I’m sorry,” Scout mumbled. “It hit me out of nowhere. I wanted to do all of that again. Twice. And there were more things I wanted to try. With you. No resort guys, okay? Just you.”
Lucky grunted. “I threatened to cut Piers. I know that sounds dumb, but, you know—”
“Philly. Yeah, Lucky, you’re tougher than he is. We know.” Scout giggled slightly so Lucky couldn’t take offense. “Maybe just say we’re a thing now. You can, you know, use the B-word, even though it’s super early. That way, nobody questions it. You don’t have to get mad. Everybody knows—”
“You’re mine,” Lucky said throatily, kissing him into silence.
