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Gene pulled off his jeans and Llew sucked in a breath at the sexy black and red briefs his date had on underneath them. Instead of pulling them down too, Gene toyed with the waistband before dropping his hand inside to massage his fully erect cock.
Oh god.
“Lean back. Let me undress you.” Gene crawled up Llew’s long torso, gripping the bottom of his sweater, tugging the soft fabric up to just above his nipples. “Oh man. Your chest is fuckin’ fabulous. You got muscles for days, babe.”
He kept his eyes focused on Gene’s petite mouth while a warm, pink tongue snaked out and laved over his nipple.
Jesus. Llew groaned low in his throat. It felt like he’d been hit by lightning. His back snapped straight when Gene bit down firmly on the perky bud, swapping between nibbling and licking. He wanted to grab Gene by his neck and hold him down on his chest, make him alternate between his nipples, before he pushed his head down his hairy abdomen and ground his pelvis into his fancy face. But he didn’t. Llew kept his hands locked at his sides. He didn’t want to make Gene do something he didn’t want to do. Although it was against his nature, he’d let his date lead. Didn’t want there to be any room for confusion. If he didn’t want to lick his cock, he wasn’t going to make him… didn’t want to force him. Fuck.
Gene’s moans and whimpers had his jaw aching to release his own sounds, express his own desires. But his voice was scary sometimes, it was deep and growly – he’d been told. He tried not to make people feel intimidated or frightened around him. Damnit, why was he thinking like that right then? Just focus on this insanely sweet, beautiful man, trying to make you feel good.
A rock-hard cock ground against his thigh while Gene moved down his body. Nimble fingers fumbled with his belt, then the button of his jeans. “Let’s get these out of the way, sexy. God, your size is turning me on so much, Llew. Got me about to come right now.” The breathy confessions were enough to have any man leaking in his own pants. He was tapped on his hip, and Llew lifted up so Gene could pull his pants off him. He was afraid to look down. Afraid to see beautiful green eyes full of disappointment. When all movement ceased, and Gene’s moans no longer filled the room, Llew glanced a look down. Just as he’d thought. Fuck! He scrambled to pull his sweater down, already trying to sit up and tug his jeans back up. His limp cock lay flaccid against his thigh while he had the sexiest man he’d seen in eight years writhing all over him.
“Hey. Calm down, babe. It’s okay. Lay back down. I know exactly what to do,” Gene murmured against his groin, his hot breath blowing on his sack.
Llew’s breathing fluttered as Gene tried to lessen his embarrassment. He had one arm slung over his forehead, shielding his intense eyes. Again, he didn’t want the small man to think he was getting angry at him for this. He took some deep breaths like Gene said, and held in the last one when his dick was surrounded by the most delicious warmth.
A winded “ahhhh” escaped from him before he knew it. Oh, hell it was good. Soft, hot, and wet. It felt like Gene was making love to his dick with his mouth. The sucking wasn’t urgent and fast, no; it was sweet and gentle. Gene worked his cock like it was a sensitive, timid appendage that needed to be broken in gently. “Fuck,” he moaned. He liked this a lot, but he didn’t want to be treated like a job. He was man, not some female that required a shitload of overtime and for his date to jump through a bunch of hoops just to get him off.
“You’re thinking too hard, Llew. Just relax and let me do all the work, okay?” Gene’s mouth was flushed a deep crimson, his bottom lip swollen and raw from his efforts. He’d switched it up from gentle and calm, to wild and urgent, then back again. Any man would’ve come down that tight throat by now, but Llew’s cock was just as soft as if he was about to get a vasectomy. An exasperated breath had his date looking up from between his legs with concern. Oh no. Not that look. Maybe he needed to try something else. He sat up, cupping Gene’s blotchy cheek. He nuzzled against the side of his face, placing soft kisses on his neck. He could see Gene’s small hand back inside of his briefs, jerking his own neglected cock while Llew sucked harder on his neck. But still, nothing happening down south for him. “Let me suck you,” he whispered into Gene’s damp skin.
