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Beckett suckled at the tip—holy fucking god—until it was shiny with spit, and then, with his hands on Miles’s hips, pulled Miles even deeper into his mouth. Miles’s cock was surrounded with soft, wet heat. Everything felt so good—the way Beckett’s tongue licked at the underside of his dick, the way he sucked with hollowed cheeks, the lewd sight of his lips tight around Miles.
“Oh fuck,” Miles panted when he felt the tip of his cock brush against the roof of Beckett’s mouth—or was it the back of his throat? “Oh, fuck. Beckett—ah.”
Beckett reached for the base of Miles’s dick and pulled it out of his mouth with a wet noise. He was breathing heavily but didn’t take a break as he rubbed the cock head around his lips, spreading a trail of saliva and pre-come until his lips were glossy. Miles almost came at the sight.
Then, as if suddenly renewed with energy, Beckett slid the cock back into his mouth and sucked on it like it was a lollipop. Occasionally, he closed his eyes, but not like he was bored or tired. More like he couldn’t handle how good Miles’s cock tasted.
“Ohhh. Fuck, Beckett. That’s so good.” Every vowel was stretched out. That’s how overwhelmed Miles was—he couldn’t even speak normally anymore.
“Mmmm,” Beckett hummed, making vibrations reverberate down Miles’s length, all the way to his balls.
For a moment, Miles’s body tensed, and he scrambled to move backwards, his dick sliding out of Beckett’s mouth. “S-sorry. I…” he inhaled deeply, his body weak from all that pleasure, “I don’t want to finish yet.”
Beckett nodded, chest rising and falling with deep breaths.
Miles climbed off Beckett, peeled his pants off—they were in the way, tangled mid-thigh—and chucked them in the corner. Then he pulled Beckett’s pants off too, and Beckett watched as he lowered his head.
“You don’t have to—”
Beckett’s words disappeared into a deep groan when Miles pressed his tongue against the head of Beckett’s cock. Miles hadn’t sucked a dick before, and normally the size of Beckett’s cock would intimidate him, but he was distracted by his mission to make Beckett feel just as good as Beckett had made him feel.
Miles licked the blunt head, which was velvet soft against his tongue. It tasted like skin. Not unpleasant, but nothing special either. There was the subtle scent of Beckett though. His soap, his sweat, his musky innate smell.
After Miles got the head wet enough, his widened his mouth and lowered his head some more. Beckett’s cock filled his mouth, and he used his hands to stroke the rest of the considerable length.
“Fuck, Miles,” Beckett breathed.
When Miles started bobbing his head—the tip thrusting in and out between his lips—Beckett started panting, his mouth wide open in pleasure.
“Just like that,” he said. “Oh, that’s so fucking good, Miles. So good.”
The words encouraged Miles to suck more and more, faster and faster. He always loved it when Beckett praised him, but in this situation the words felt a hundred times more powerful. He’d do anything to make Beckett feel good, and it was so sexy, seeing Beckett come undone like this.
Miles tried to suck deeper, but couldn’t fit more of Beckett into his mouth, so he started rotating his hands. Beckett grunted, his legs going tense for a moment.
Miles, mouth full of cock, met Beckett’s eyes. They were dark and glittered like onyx, and Miles’s heart jolted.
Beckett reached down and brushed the soft pad of his thumb over his cheekbone.
Miles pulled off and coughed twice.
“Your jaw must hurt,” Beckett said, voice tender.
Miles kept stroking Beckett’s member with his hands. Up, down, spreading spit everywhere. “A bit,” he admitted. “Was it okay for you?”
“It was better than I ever imagined.”
“You’ve imagined it.”
“Once or twice. I’ve already told you that I mostly fantasized about giving you pleasure.”
“I remember. You said you’d crawl on your hands and knees.”
Pink stained Beckett’s cheeks.
“You said you’d beg,” Miles continued.
“I did,” Beckett said. “I would.”
