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“What are you—Oh god.” Garrett’s question dissolved into a moan when Maxwell fell smoothly to his knees and wrapped his lips around Garrett’s cock. Maxwell answered Garrett’s moan with one of his own as he slid sloppily down his length.
He had never done this out of desire before. He had done it because it had been clear that it was expected of him. It had been something to make him do or something to force him to take.
But now his mouth watered with every sudden taste of Garrett’s precum, at the scent of his musk, at the feel of his thighs shaking under Maxwell’s hands. He wanted Garrett to feel good. He wanted him to feel cherished. He wanted him to know beyond a shadow of a doubt how badly Maxwell had always wanted him.
“Oh god, Maxwell, fuck, I—” Garrett whimpered and twisted his fingers into Maxwell’s hair—not pushing or pulling, just holding—and his hips twitched and writhed.
Maxwell relaxed his jaw, and his eyes fell closed as he bobbed slowly, almost luxuriously, up and down Garrett’s cock.
Garrett. Garrett’s hands in his hair, Garrett’s muscles straining under his hands, Garrett whimpering and moaning. Maxwell wrapped his tongue around Garrett’s shaft as he lifted up and then suckled on the head. He realized half the moans ringing in his ears were his own as he kissed and licked and sucked, and he couldn’t care. Arousal coursed through him, and Garrett writhed in pleasure, and that was all that mattered.
“Baby, baby, oh god.” Garrett suddenly tightened his grip on Maxwell’s hair and even gave an abortive little tug. “Baby, wait.”
With a last affectionate lick along the thick vein under Garrett’s head, Maxwell looked up from Garrett’s cock to his face. “I can keep going.”
“But I can’t.” Garrett let out a relieved huff and slid his hands down to Maxwell’s face to coax him up into his lap. “And I still have to give you every inch of my cock.”
Maxwell raised an eyebrow as he let himself be settled in Garrett’s lap, straddling his thighs. “I thought I was just taking every inch.”
Garrett laughed. “You’re right, you were. And does that mean this little pink bit here is pride?” Garrett traced a finger up the center of Maxwell’s chest.
Maxwell looked down to see the pink grow an outline of violet. “Yes. And that purple is embarrassment.”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” Garrett cupped the back of Maxwell’s neck and drew him in for a sweet kiss.
Maxwell closed his eyes and relaxed into it, letting Garrett dip into his mouth to taste his own musk on Maxwell’s tongue. Too soon, Garrett pulled away from the kiss and reached far back behind him, barely managing to catch the handle of a drawer with his fingers. He pulled it open, rummaged around blindly, and then his hand reemerged, clutching a bottle of the lubrication Maxwell used for delicate examinations.
Maxwell’s mouth fell open. “How did you even know that was in there?”
“I know where everything is in here,” Garrett scoffed, then he gave Maxwell’s ass cheek a light smack. “Up you go.”
Maxwell saw dark blue and violet swirl across his own belly out of the corner of his eye. “Up where?”
“Up here.” Garrett set the lube aside, took Maxwell’s narrow hips in his huge hands, and lifted him up until Maxwell braced each knee on each of the chair’s armrests. Garrett chuckled and nuzzled into the crease of Maxwell’s thigh and groin. “You might be a little taller, but you still weigh almost nothing.”
Maxwell didn’t have a snappy response, all of his blood flow flooding down into his cock at the exposed, vulnerable position and Garrett’s nose nudging his sack. He braced himself on Garrett’s shoulders, just barely keeping his balance on the chair’s armrests, hovering over the bigger man with his cock bouncing just in front of Garrett’s lips and his thighs spread.
He bit his lip and tightened his grip on Garrett’s shoulders, feeling off-balance, excited, and a little uncertain. “Garrett?”
“Shh.” Garrett nosed at Maxwell’s balls, then caressed them with his tongue. “I’ve got you.”
Maxwell closed his eyes on a sigh as Garrett used his grip on Maxwell’s hips to pull him closer so he could suck one of Maxwell’s balls into his mouth. He rolled it around on his tongue, sending sparks of pleasure up Maxwell’s spine and stoking the heat in his belly. Maxwell pulled at Garrett’s hair, and Garrett made a pleased sound and switched sides, dragging a moan from Maxwell’s throat as he suckled on his sack.
Slowly, inexorably, Garrett licked his way up Maxwell’s length, and with every touch of his tongue, Maxwell’s spine pulled tighter and tighter with tension. His entire focus narrowed down to the sensitive head of his cock where he desperately, desperately wanted Garrett to get to, and the primitive desire to be engulfed in pressure and heat.
He found himself tugging at Garrett’s hair. “Please, Garrett, please.”
“Say my name again, baby,” Garrett whispered with his lips against Maxwell’s shaft and his hands sliding around to grab Maxwell’s ass. “Say it again.”
“Garrett,” Maxwell whimpered. “Gar—ah!”
Maxwell threw his head back and cried out as Garrett sucked the head of his cock into his impossibly hot mouth. Garrett tongued his crown and rubbed along its underside, and Maxwell shuddered and shook with the sudden sensation.
“Garrett, Garrett, Garrett.” Maxwell babbled as he arched his back, and Garrett used his grip on Maxwell’s ass to pull him down his throat. Maxwell cried out as his cock kicked and Garrett’s throat squeezed around him, but he managed to grit his teeth and keep from coming right then and there.
He finally found an anchor on Garrett’s hair, and he looked down to see Garrett’s honey-colored eyes, pupils blown wide with lust, staring up at him. Once they locked eyes, Garrett increased his suction and bobbed up, seemingly pulling out every last bit of Maxwell’s sanity with him as he did.
Then one of Garrett’s hands left Maxwell’s ass, and a mischievous look came into Garrett’s eyes. Before Maxwell could even frown in confusion, something cold and slick rubbed over his entrance.
